It's Day 3. I've been home from the hospital since Day 2. The OT decides when you go home. i guess I was their star patient, so I was the first to leave. I have my command centre adjacent to the settee. I have a date book with all the times for each of my meds, a bag with the dressings from the hospital, my needles, my "aids" Getting comfortable is the hardest thing. I still can't lift my leg off the bed, not even a centimeter. I've been through this before, so I know it will come. My foot is puffy, and I am trying to keep it elevated as much as possible. I removed my dressing. A little dried yellow ooze, so I'm going to air it out and re-dress. I'm on hydrocortisone and a typenol type pain killer. The doctor kindly let me decide how much to take. I have enough for 2 pills a dose, but if things go sideways, I have the third pill if necessary. My DH is in charge of making me do my exercises, and doing the count downs. He's a saint. I have a knitting apron strapped to my walker, and it holds water bottles, phones, odds and ends. Now, it'e nap time.