Ah wee problem with the surgery. I’m allergic to more pain medication than we thought so my “pain management plan” bit the dust and I’ve been whimpering in a corner for the past couple of weeks.
I can’t believe it’s been weeks, but my calendar assures me it’s true.
In addition to my whimpering I’ve relearnt to use crutches and some poor soul took pity on me and hired me a wheelchair. That took a bit of practice especially since there are some squeezy bits in the house.
More skills for my resume...
You know what’s really great is having someone (a perfectly healthy someone) quote “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” several times a day. No I didn’t kill them but they tempted me… boy did they tempt me.
I exchange my plaster slab for a moon boot tomorrow. Moon boot. Here’s to hoping that it’s as much fun as it sounds. Somehow I doubt it.
I did manage a wee bit of writing, but for a while there I felt like I was going backwards. The word count just kept shrinking. It’s back up at 11,000, although that will probably stagnate for a week when I rediscover walking.
Not that I’m eager to give up my couch potato status.
I’ll be slipping around all of your blogs today, defying the doctor’s orders to keep my ankle somewhere above my head.
Hope you’re all great!