It's Wednesday and I'm flat on my back on my couch, my healing foot raised, absolutely amazed that I'm really not liking having nothing to do all that much..if that makes sense...I mean, I hate being inactive. Granted there are some out there who say, "You're a freelance writer, you're home all the time writing anyway when you're not on a Caribbean beach somewhere or other exotic location you SOB," and yeah, you'd be right.
Maybe if I had a job that was heavy on physical labor, I'd be loving this respite. But I don't. I don't tax my body, I tax my mind, which just made me want to say something politically cute like "at least the liberals haven't taxed my mind yet," but realized that technically I AM a liberal so that won't work..
Anyway, I think the problem is my mind is way to active. Honestly, when I'm driving, I almost never listen to the radio, I just think. No, really. If I listen at all, it's not music but talk radio, switching happily from NPR to right-wing lunatics, enjoying the difference of both and making up my own mind.
So that's the problem, I have just too much to think about, too much to do. There have been days when I don't leave the house, and I feel really weird when that happens, I hate being in all day, so I usually go out, get some food, go to a play in Providence, or more likely, to Beth's house in Marion, and right about now, my first full house-bound day, I'm missing Beth AND Marion in a huge way. But the doc says no driving for at least a week, maybe two, gotta lay back, put the foot above the heart and keep the thing from swelling or clotting or whatever the raised-foot thing is doing. And I'm hear to tell you that a laptop is not really designed to be typed while on a lap. It's damn warm for one thing, and I'm lying flat, typing at a weird angle.
Plus, TV sucks, day or night, it's getting dark early, I have to really master crutches to move around better and be able to cook and fetch food back to the living room and man, I can bitch, huh? I've always been good at bitching, just ask..well anyone. Now I've got lots to bitch about.
Then again, no, I don't, not at all. I have a couple weeks of this, a few more on crutches, a couple or few months of therapy and then I'll be back on my literal feet doing all the stuff I love, playing hockey, traveling, just moving about. Many are the people who haven't this luxury of just waiting a few months to be right again. So I'll stop bitching and count my blessings.
But if anyone has a line on an iPad for cheap, lemme know, it would make my downtime SO much easier, I used one in the hospital and damn, it's fun.
OK, off to try showering now. I'll put one of those cast condoms on, you know, those plastic coverings you but that keeps out the water, and sit in a shower chair and try not to get my leg wet or drown or fall and split my head open. Man, this should be fun. Who knew the biggest challenge of the day would be taking a shower?
Found a typo. . heeheeheehee . . . "And I'm hear to tell you" . . . . sorry, had to tell you. . . ~ hugs
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