There, I said it. I. Am. Bored. We were never allowed to say we were bored growing up, and if we did there was always some horrible chore waiting to get us un-bored. Sorry, Mom, I said it anyway. And I'm not cleaning your toilet.
Surgery was 6/14 and I can't believe I've already cycled through thinking this would be a breeze, thinking pain would kill me, thinking I'd get sent to a nursing home, thinking I'd never move again without thinking about it first, thinking about firing the home PT people, thinking I had plenty of magazines to read and projects to do. I do have a rash on the lower 1/2 of my operated leg (wierd!) but that's not my idea of fun.
It's 1 a.m. and I can't sleep, probably because I haven't done a darned thing to make me tired. I did eat every
I could find (2 100-calorie packs) but I don't suppose that counts as aerobic... I would have made
to go with them, but then I would have had to drink it standing on 1 leg in the kitchen as I can't carry anything like that in the basket on my walker. Although now that I think of it, 1-legged tea drinking might have been somewhat aerobic and definitely not boring!
PT exercises for a posterior total hip replacement are fairly simple. Lie on bed and slide heel toward bum 10 times. Lie on bed & clench bum muscles 10 times. Let leg fall outward 10 times. (Hubby LOVES this one and has appointed himself necessary to monitor my progress. Can't wait till he thinks to bring out a tape measure!) All necessary but not exactly
challenging as a work-out. The home PT people seemed quite disorganized--short notice for each visit, different person (who hadn't even glanced at my chart) each time, different advise each time. Yesterday we agreed that I could do just as well on my own. Too bad it took a few co-pays for us all to come to that conclusion.
I was soooo looking forward to recreational reading. I made sure to take my license exam before surgery so I wouldn't have to look at anything "professional" if I didn't want to. Today I realized, though, that reading is a LOT more enjoyable if you can say things like "I could be (insert sweaty chore here) but instead I'm luxuriating in this book."
Yeah, I know, in the scheme of things these are not bad problems to have. I could have had complications & still feel as crappy as I did on day 2. I actually feel better than I have in years and my only "real" complaint is that it's summer yet we had the heater on briefly today
. Of course, now that I've whined publicly
, I really have no choice but to find some way to engage myself. Dammit! Next time I want to wallow, I must remember to keep it to myself!
So off to bed, again,
3rd time's the charm? There is excitement SOMEWHERE here in my house and tomorrow I'm going to find it!