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Hi @Raffs and @Braunzie ,
I was almost inert yesterday. I called insurance company and billing offices and paid some bills that were due, spoke w/my daughter and son on the phone. Played music quite a bit. Finally at the end of the day I had to force myself to put up the instruments and put away the music books, but it was sort of like taking a tennis ball away from a black Lab after he's spent the day chasing birds in the swamp. Spirit is eager, but the flesh needs someone to flip the off-switch.
Today is not much more productive--more music, finished a movie. Planning on getting a shower and doing a trash run to the dumpsters site. I'm going to try taking a pain pill about an hour before bedtime today, and go through my exercises. I think I can pull them off; will do my best, and if I find out that puts me in the IODI club, I'll have Sunday to recuperate. Also hope to get an online grocery order in to the box store so I can pick it up tomorrow. I'll also pick up some ice so that I don't have to run errands after work this week. That should help.
House is dusty and cluttered and I have zero-none-nada-zilch ambition about sprucing it up. Which bothers me, a little.
Scar continues to heal--it almost seems to be a daily difference. Thinking about this, and no doubt in my mind I've made the right decision to go through with this. A few months of inconvenience vs. a lifetime of limping and sitting on the sidelines. We just have to be courageous, right? Get through this? Then, there's the world out there!
So next week I have the first of my dominoes-cascade of health exams, ones I've put off for years. Trying to wrap everything up while I still have insurance coverage at 100%. And the following week I've got an eye procedure scheduled; will have to fly to another city to get it done. I have developed difficulty in fine focus, and my eye doc told me three years ago it was correctable with a minor procedure, but the only guy in state who does it lives out of town. That's how long I've been kicking this around, and trying to find the time and coverage to take care of it. I compensate for it without even realizing it; I'll be playing music and realizing I have one eye scrunched shut to improve my focus. It's an energy drain, and makes work more difficult, too. Just decided to go for it. Like the knee, no one is going to do it for me. If it's going to happen, I have to make it happen.
I was almost inert yesterday. I called insurance company and billing offices and paid some bills that were due, spoke w/my daughter and son on the phone. Played music quite a bit. Finally at the end of the day I had to force myself to put up the instruments and put away the music books, but it was sort of like taking a tennis ball away from a black Lab after he's spent the day chasing birds in the swamp. Spirit is eager, but the flesh needs someone to flip the off-switch.
Today is not much more productive--more music, finished a movie. Planning on getting a shower and doing a trash run to the dumpsters site. I'm going to try taking a pain pill about an hour before bedtime today, and go through my exercises. I think I can pull them off; will do my best, and if I find out that puts me in the IODI club, I'll have Sunday to recuperate. Also hope to get an online grocery order in to the box store so I can pick it up tomorrow. I'll also pick up some ice so that I don't have to run errands after work this week. That should help.
House is dusty and cluttered and I have zero-none-nada-zilch ambition about sprucing it up. Which bothers me, a little.
Scar continues to heal--it almost seems to be a daily difference. Thinking about this, and no doubt in my mind I've made the right decision to go through with this. A few months of inconvenience vs. a lifetime of limping and sitting on the sidelines. We just have to be courageous, right? Get through this? Then, there's the world out there!
So next week I have the first of my dominoes-cascade of health exams, ones I've put off for years. Trying to wrap everything up while I still have insurance coverage at 100%. And the following week I've got an eye procedure scheduled; will have to fly to another city to get it done. I have developed difficulty in fine focus, and my eye doc told me three years ago it was correctable with a minor procedure, but the only guy in state who does it lives out of town. That's how long I've been kicking this around, and trying to find the time and coverage to take care of it. I compensate for it without even realizing it; I'll be playing music and realizing I have one eye scrunched shut to improve my focus. It's an energy drain, and makes work more difficult, too. Just decided to go for it. Like the knee, no one is going to do it for me. If it's going to happen, I have to make it happen.
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Cat was waiting to greet me when I got home, came trotting up to check out the activity in the garage. I called to her when I was shutting the doors, asked, "Where are you?" and she meowed back, but it was so clearly a reassuring locative meow (I'm right here, behind the truck. You can't see me, but I'm okay) that I pondered again the marvels and mystery of cross-species communication. My leg was so swollen that I dreaded getting back in the car (and out again) one last time after I got the food out of the garage. It's only about 40' from the house to the garage, and I could have walked it, but yeah. She ran ahead of the car, and popped up on the porch, as if she had been trained like the dogs, and waited there while I safely parked. I took a few minutes in between lugging ice bags to throw some pebbles for her to chase, and she did, quite sportily.
