Melancholy once again

One interesting aspect of recuperating from a pretty big surgery is the tendency to throw pity parties. I'm normally the type to avoid such behavior, so I'll try not to vocalize one on here. However, it is strange how your emotions can roller coaster even within the confines of 12 hours. I woke up this morning, did the usual "holy cow my back/side/hip/leg hurt and I can barely move so I should probably take a pain pill" thing, and eventually loosened up. I ate a little yogurt and watched a little TV. I finished up an application for a local district and handed it over to Dad. He dropped it off at the post office while picking up some lunch for us. Once again I enjoyed some delicious Wibs. I'm going to miss that when I head back to St. Louis. Turning the TV to news, I watched the coverage of Mubarak's "stepping down". I can't begin to imagine what's going to happen there...I actually decided to lay down and take a quick nap after waiting for Obama's comments. When I woke up, Amber was over at our house doing Mom's hair. She is such a great friend in so many ways. After she finished fixing up Mom, we looked at her wedding photos. She and that Aaron guy make a pretty cute couple. :p We hung out for a while and she ended up staying for dinner. After dinner, we did a little catching up with people from the past. It's so weird how much our lives have changed in a four year span. Trying to imagine where my life will be even six months from now makes my head spin. Thus, I will try not to think about it. :) While I was working on a piece of writing, I had a momentary lapse of intelligence and had some trouble with a grammatical concept. I called up Nathaniel, and of course he answered my question. Helpful as usual, he encouraged me to keep up with the progress on applications. I got my teaching certificate in the mail today, which definitely lifted my spirits. Four years of work came down to this, so I was relieved to have it in my hands. I also got a sweet email from someone I worked with at my apprentice teaching school, so that made me happy. I miss all of them so much...Hopefully I can come visit soon. Once Amber left, I realized I hadn't walked much today. For some reason I was ridiculously motivated to walk like crazy. Jamming to a little JB helped me focus on the task at hand. Walking really does make me feel better, so I need to remind myself that I will heal even faster if I take the time to do so. Let's just say I walked so much tonight that my feet ache. That would explain why I'm laying in bed updating this. After the high of walking left, I started feeling pretty down. I can't put my finger on it, but I suppose it's a mixture of anxiety, frustration, cabin fever, and apprehension. At the moment I'm not the happiest camper, but I know these feelings will pass. I know that my blessings far outweigh my troubles right now, and I need to remind myself of that. The verse that I need to focus on is as follows: "Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus." 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18. On that note, I'm going to head to bed. Sleep well, everyone. :)