Day 5 - Although, if counting from the day of surgery it's Day 6 but this is how it was counted in the hospital.
Last night I timed myself and found out that it takes eight minutes and forty seconds for me to get out of bed, use the commode at the side of the bed, and get settled back in again. Not that I'm trying to speed it up each time but I just felt it would be useful to have some sort of comparison so that I can actually notice small improvements.
Up till now I haven't done any exercise except for walking around the house. In the morning I fill a small backpack with all my needs - phone, laptop, book, crocheting, medication, water bottle, grabber, etc. It's good to know that I have everything on hand and won't need to either ask someone to get something for me, or make an unneccessary journey to get it myself. I think we all know that feeling of just sitting down and then remembering something we absolutely can't live without. So we have to struggle out of the chair and make the long journey to the other side of the room to retrieve it. Or, if we remember something we would quite like to have close by but it's not absolutely necessary, we decide to forgo it, but then have a less than perfect time without our book/phone/sketchpad.
This morning I did a bit of light babysitting while my daughter was teaching one of her music students. Usually my granddaughter wouldn't be here today but childcare arrangements changed at the last minute so I stepped, or rather shuffled in. I didn't have any running around to do so it wasn't a problem. All I had to do was be the voice of Bear, while my granddaughter was the voice of Masha. Masha, however, is a very annoying character because she keeps going places where she gets stuck and has to be rescued by Bear. If I were her mother I'd definitely place a tighter rein on her activities.
After that my best friend came to visit. It was lovely to see her but, by the time she was gone, I felt worn out. And that is where I am at at the minute. It's hard to believe that an hour spent in the company of a well-behaved 3yr.old, plus another of chatting with someone who knows you almost better than you know yourself, can be so tiring. But so it is. I'm off for a nap now. I was advised at the hospital to have three one-hour naps daily and I'm trying to stick to that regime.
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