*** eye roll **
Just kidding. ;)
Here's my day, and it kind of sucks I have to tell you.
I wake at about 8am after a not-too-restful 8 hours of "sleep" in The Big Chair, take my drugs, the DW makes a nice latte for herself and for me and then she's out the door for work. I then kick back in The Big Chair which is my Craigslist recliner/lift chair I bought solely for this purpose.
I surf TV for something interesting and nearly never find anything. Today I watched 2 episodes of Dirty Jobs until I just couldn't take it any more and turned it off. Every now and then I hit the Olympics but that's pretty damned boring when it's all there is.
I made some eggs. (You won't be able to do that the first few days, this is for week 2 to (probably) week 4.
I ate them. I shuffle my few dishes back to the kitchen and sink 'em. This seems like a shorter item, but it takes a long time to shuffle around a walker to do stuff. At least I CAN at this point, although I know that it's going to take its toll so I need to remember not to do TOO much stuff.
I get back in The Big Chair and grab the New Yorker Magazine my dad gave me and read a too-long article about "The future of television" or something like that. I put it down. TV goes back on. I watch the first 15 minutes of 'Desperado' (the Rodriguez movie). I turn it off.
I shop around online and get a valentine's day present for the DW from Amazon. (I hope she doesn't read this). Seems kind of impersonal, but it's not like I can go out and shop for something. I shop around A LONG TIME because I have ZERO need to hurry. It's like I'm INTENTIONALLY wasting time with this little shopping item. Oh, that's right. I AM intentionally wasting time with this little item.
I'd like to take a shower today (my second in two weeks!). In order to facilitate that, I've asked my mom to come over so that someone is within earshot in case I fall my butt down in the shower/tub. She comes with The Dad and they hang out for an hour while I gather the goods necessary and take a shower. This is a long process due to the slothly speed at which a 13-days-post-op bilateral-hip-replacement patient moves when doing such things.
I bid adieu to the folks and they head out.
After the shower I grab the laptop and peruse my Facebook page. A kind friend who knows i have down time offers up the
Reddit AMA (click if you don't know what an AMA is) from Bill Gates. I read it. I'm done. I tell her that and we chat quickly about it over Facebook.
I have a laptop on a table next to me on a tray which allows me to move it from the table to my lap fairly easily. I read the news. I check out some of the forum posts on this web site. I find your post here and reply to it (you're reading that now). It's 5:40pm.
In between all of these events, I had to get up and go pee a couple times, had to replace my ice packs which reside on my incisions when I'm in The Big Chair, and got some sodas and ice to sip while killing the day. Each of these items takes up a LOT more time than you'd think which is why I can sum up my day in one little web post when it was 8 hours long (so far).
[also, you'll note that I'm not exactly hurrying through this post either]
The point of all this is that for some, the sacrifice is "going under the knife". For others it's worry about the procedure or the recovery. For some it's pain.
For you, it seems, it's THE DREADED DOWNTIME.
I must admit that it feels imprisoning sometimes.
The first 10 days or so were much foggier than these last few for me. I can see now that the Dreaded Downtime is poised to take it's toll. The foggier the better for time-condensation.
I'm glad you like movies, because there is plenty of time for them. I have a subscription to Netflix Streaming, HBO GO, Amazon Prime and a cable connection. I have plenty of movies and I'll likely use them more now that I'm sleeping a little better (which minimizes daytime naps) and feeling more lucid (which makes the day drag on more).
I don't think I have actual ADVICE other than to prepare for this like an aviophobe prepares for a flight or a tomophobe prepares for surgery. It's gonna suck like a brand new Dyson DC65, but you're gonna get through it.
(and...bonus!...you have plenty of time to look up words like aviophobe and tomophobe and products like fancy vacuum cleaners)
DrToonz (not a real doctor)
I remain optimistic!