perhaps I should slow down a bit
May. 6th, 2011 08:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crazyjaneIt's been five days since the arthroscopy, and I'm about to go stark raving insane.
I mean, I'm used to a fairly sedentary lifestyle, but usually I've been able to do things like pop out to the shops or do the dishes (which is the one part of housework that drives me bonkers). But that's a whole lot different to being stuck on crutches, hobbling from chair to toilet to bedroom, entirely dependent on people to help me do the simplest things.
As a result, I got a little impatient with my recovery over the weekend.
On Saturday, I figured that was it, I was going out with the family to do a bit of shopping and have lunch. We arranged for me to hire a mobility scooter, but even so, but the time I got home I knew just how big a mistake I'd made. One painkiller cocktail later and I was able to get to sleep, but even so woke up several times during the night. Sigh.
Facing the fact that this is going to take time to heal is bloody difficult. I want to go to my uni lecture on Wednesday, but that might not be a realistic aim. Who am I kidding, it's completely unrealistic. And it would probably help if I could concentrate on my reading, because massive amounts of codeine don't exactly assist me in deciphering jargon-heavy academic literature.
(Meh, I should go read some Hebrew or something - at least that would make sense.)
At least Parliament sits again tomorrow, so I can distract myself with the frantic manoeuvrings before the Budget - not to mention the spectator sport that is Question Time.
I'd like to say this period of convalescence offers opportunities for productive introspection, and philosophical musings leading to stunning revelations about life, the universe and everything. Discoveries to date, however, are limited to the following:
* No matter how careless I am, my crutches will not clatter loudly to the floor during the day. Sadly, no matter how careful I am, said crutches will always clatter loudly to the floor in the middle of the night. I call this Dalton's Law of Perversity.
* Having more available television channels simply increases the chances that there will be nothing on worth watching at any given time. This is particularly true in the 11.00am - 4.00pm timeslot. The resultant Irritation Quotient (IQ) is thus directly proportional to how many channels one can access.
* The only books available to read are either e-books or impenetrable tomes. The former require the ability to focus on a PC screen for extended periods of time, while the latter require a non-addled brain. On the off-chance that I do think of a book I want to re-read, I will be unable to find it on my shelves, no matter how much time I spend hobbling from bookcase to bookcase. I call this Dalton's Law of Inevitability.
* I really need to learn some patience, and accept that recovery will come in its own good time. All I can do is keep up with the physio and cultivate serenity. (Yes, I can hear you all laughing.)
Failing that, I need to get hold of a nerf gun and unlimited ammo.
I mean, I'm used to a fairly sedentary lifestyle, but usually I've been able to do things like pop out to the shops or do the dishes (which is the one part of housework that drives me bonkers). But that's a whole lot different to being stuck on crutches, hobbling from chair to toilet to bedroom, entirely dependent on people to help me do the simplest things.
As a result, I got a little impatient with my recovery over the weekend.
On Saturday, I figured that was it, I was going out with the family to do a bit of shopping and have lunch. We arranged for me to hire a mobility scooter, but even so, but the time I got home I knew just how big a mistake I'd made. One painkiller cocktail later and I was able to get to sleep, but even so woke up several times during the night. Sigh.
Facing the fact that this is going to take time to heal is bloody difficult. I want to go to my uni lecture on Wednesday, but that might not be a realistic aim. Who am I kidding, it's completely unrealistic. And it would probably help if I could concentrate on my reading, because massive amounts of codeine don't exactly assist me in deciphering jargon-heavy academic literature.
(Meh, I should go read some Hebrew or something - at least that would make sense.)
At least Parliament sits again tomorrow, so I can distract myself with the frantic manoeuvrings before the Budget - not to mention the spectator sport that is Question Time.
I'd like to say this period of convalescence offers opportunities for productive introspection, and philosophical musings leading to stunning revelations about life, the universe and everything. Discoveries to date, however, are limited to the following:
* No matter how careless I am, my crutches will not clatter loudly to the floor during the day. Sadly, no matter how careful I am, said crutches will always clatter loudly to the floor in the middle of the night. I call this Dalton's Law of Perversity.
* Having more available television channels simply increases the chances that there will be nothing on worth watching at any given time. This is particularly true in the 11.00am - 4.00pm timeslot. The resultant Irritation Quotient (IQ) is thus directly proportional to how many channels one can access.
* The only books available to read are either e-books or impenetrable tomes. The former require the ability to focus on a PC screen for extended periods of time, while the latter require a non-addled brain. On the off-chance that I do think of a book I want to re-read, I will be unable to find it on my shelves, no matter how much time I spend hobbling from bookcase to bookcase. I call this Dalton's Law of Inevitability.
* I really need to learn some patience, and accept that recovery will come in its own good time. All I can do is keep up with the physio and cultivate serenity. (Yes, I can hear you all laughing.)
Failing that, I need to get hold of a nerf gun and unlimited ammo.
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Date: 2011-05-10 07:07 am (UTC)I told her you were having it, too, and she said to tell you that the best advice she can give is to do all the exercises the doctor/physio gives you, and do them at least as often as they tell you to, even if you really don't want to. Between that and the six weeks completely off her feet, her specialist says she's made one of the best recoveries from that operation that he's ever seen. It is worth it in the end! <3