It's amazing how a little lotion

In this case, Honey Almond mostuirising lotion I got in some gift basket years ago from my mom, can make you feel better. My hands are getting rough from using the walker, and my poor other foot is working double-duty, so I put some on and am giving it plenty of time to soak in, even though that took roughly a minute, they're so dry. I keep it near the computer for times my hands feel dry. Add the Burt's Bees lip balm from my purse, which was sitting right here, and I feel like I've positively been to a spa in comparison.

Okay, perhaps it's a little hyperbole, but I think the lack of showers for going on 22 days (although thank goodness for baby wipes) is the one day-to-day annoyance in all this that kind of keeps me down, so anything I can do to counteract it and feel normal really helps. When I'm better the first thing I'm going to do is take a good, hot shower. I know I've said that before, but still...

As I went back to bed, and thinking of the video, I remember thinking, everyone worries about the zombie apocalypse. No one ever worries about the unicorn apocalypse. Okay, silly, yes, but I went to tweet the thought and one of the guys I follow on Twitter @EilirJones (yes, we have the same name, and yes, he lives in Wales) tweeted something to the extent that worry is a waste of time. He said, name one worry you had two weeks ago that came true.

Well, two weeks ago I was in a place of worry. I was facing the possibility of dying, in fact, and that didn't come to place. I wrote back to Eilir with this:

I think worry is this weird subplot in a horror movie we play each day in our heads rather than living our lives to the fullest.

So, I won't say I won't worry about silly things occasionally, but at least I've been given the perspecitive to recognise the real worries from the maybes. And if nothing else, that's one good thing to come out of all of this.