Was a shameless slug-a-bed--slept 9 hrs, and by the time I was showered, dressed & ready for brunch (too late to call it "breakfast") it was already noon! So rather than cut 30mg/day of Norco into 4 doses instead of 3, I'm just going to go with 7.5mg 3 times a day during waking hours. I have reached the point where I am not necessarily relieving pain but trying to keep it from breaking through; and cutting out that extra dose of acetaminophen frees up space in my 3-gm "allowance" for either breakthrough pain or before exercises/therapy.
A bit disappointed in that before bedtime I couldn't quite manage getting my left bike pedal shaft fully vertical, so I didn't dare try to make a full revolution. But it was a nice relaxing stretch, and a full revolution's in my future soon enough. Our lodger (son's ex-g.f.) will be moving into her own apt. this coming Thurs. so she'll be removing her stuff from my old recumbent bike in the upstairs office. Said bike's a "p.o.s."--an abbreviation for a term we Yanks know well and you UK-ers can infer without spelling out the cuss-word--bought for a pittance years ago on QVC. It's rickety and uncomfortable to use for aerobic exercise, which is why Bob bought me the fancy upright for my most recent birthday. But if it's easier for me to make a full-pedal revolution, I'll give it a go as the stepping-stone to being able to use my upright for its intended cardio workout. If not, out it goes, which will free up floor space in the office for a used NuStep (oh, how I LOVE those machines)! I am once again strong enough to need to resume concentrating on burning calories and improving aerobic capacity, per my FP's orders. I am hoping that once my HC placard expires at the end of Jan. 2014, I won't need to renew it. (I KNOW my OS won't sign the application, though my FP will; Bob refuses--and rightly so--to treat family members except in an emergency). After January, IL will no longer exempt placard holders from paying parking meters, so the only reason to retain the placard after then would be to park in a HC space. And I eschew those already if there are close enough regular parking spaces, lest I usurp a HC space from someone in a wheelchair, scooter or on oxygen.
Today will be an "ADL" (activities of daily living) challenge: must get a haircut--which requires I drive and then sit for at least an hour; replenish my supply of low-carb bread (shipped in from a Tampa bakery and sold only at a health-food shop in Evanston); and then buy a new living room sofa, which has been trashed by 26 years of cats honing their claws on it: the embroidery's torn; the stuffing's coming out; the staples holding the fabric to the back have been pounded back into place countless times and are no longer holding. Refurbishing it or having a slipcover made will cost more than a new sofa! Moreover, not only is that pattern (also on the loveseat & easy chair, which the cats haven't wrecked) no longer being made, but the furniture megastore where I bought the ensemble bit the dust over a decade ago. When I bought the stuff, I brought a pic of the Oriental rug on the floor to the store and the designer helped me choose not just the fabric but a "photonegative" version for the wallpaper. So I'm going to snap an iPhone pic of the rug and bring a sofa-pillow with me to Macy's, which is having a sale this weekend. It's a half-hr. drive in each direction, and of course Macy's is located mid-mall--an equidistant bit of a trek from either parking lot. (Same shopping center where I played the French Market a couple of weeks ago--but no roving golf carts this time).
I will reward myself tonight by slapping a ribeye on the grill (weather permitting) and nursing a nice Cabernet. (Bob's working late, alas, so no restaurant meal). Funny--ever since returning home, I never considered cooking a chore.
Bonesmarties, I offer you virtual steaks, wine and lattes!