Today is Day 5. In order to curb my natural impatience, I have made an arbitrary decision. I will "take it easy" for the first week after the surgery. During the first week, I will maintain a cautious approach to diet, exercise, travel, and sleep. There will be no, "I wonder if I can do this yet?"
However, my natural impatience does not prevent me from counting the days until caution can be thrown to the wind!
Before my surgery date, I made a trip to the library. The two books that came home promised to provide hours of entertainment. Unfortunately, one of the books was a disappointment. The author allowed herself pages of moralizing, and revealed a penchant for extrapolating motives onto historical events, which she clearly had not researched. Her political agenda completely overshadowed her storytelling. The second book was finished before I left for the hospital.
The computer is the perfect obsession for such a time as this. I can sit comfortably and type, without risk. Reading material is endlessly available on the Internet. My genealogy project is receiving hours of care and attention. I have even managed to "count the stones", returning to my regular exercise routine in a limited way.
Next week I will venture forth into the world, the library specifically. My job list also includes researching materials to mend the pockets in Attila's work pants. So far, the only idea I have come up with is to buy two large iron-on patches, place them on either side of the damaged pocket, and apply the iron. This solution will require shopping. I try; I really do try to go shopping. Sigh.
In the meantime, Mist and I spend lazy afternoons together. Me, in the easy chair with my feet up, dozing off from time to time, and Mist fast asleep across my lap.
To tell the truth, arriving home alive after visiting the hospital is always somewhat of small miracle as far as I am concerned. Because the chemical to which I am allergic is commonly used in medications and foods, one small error on the part of a health care worker or dietitian would be the end of me. So Dorothy, I completely agree that there is "no place like home"!
|RECIPES :: Cast
Just outside the door.
from John Gilpin,
by William Cowper
"John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife;
O'erjoy'd was he to find
That, though on pleasure she was bent,
She had a frugal mind."
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