I hardly know what to do with myself. I planned for a worst-case scenario of six weeks of down-time, just in case it actually took that long to get sprung. Realistically, I figured 4 weeks was a very reasonable likelihood. I have a jigsaw puzzle started, and a quilted bag ready to sew, and of course, half a dozen knitting projects in various stages. I have a shelf of books to read, and if I get really ambitious I have seven years worth of knitting magazines to cull through.
Mostly what I’ve done for the last ten days is play Scrabble online with various friends. I drop whatever I’m doing when the alert comes through, and I can get lost for long minutes trying out various unlikely combinations of letters that sometimes turn out to be real words. This has been my connection to the real world. Love it!
Mostly what I’ve done for the last ten days is play Scrabble and sleep. Loads of guilt-free napping. Pop a pain pill, get through PT, and sleep. And play Scrabble.
It’s been working. My recovery is progressing super fast, and I think I might realistically be driving by the end of next week. Yay! The bigger problem is that I still can’t break the 90 degree rule, so I can’t use most bathrooms without a toilet lift. The one I’m using is plastic, and it’s bulky, but I have a big plastic bag to schlep it in, so I will. Tacky, but functional. I’m getting very bored with myself. But not with Scrabble.