On and On

Yesterday 

I spent most of the day in bed watching videos. I also napped a bit and ate a lot. I have to keep reminding myself that healing takes time and energy and I don't want to impede that process my being impatient and trying to do too much too soon. But this feels beyond indulgent. A dilemma. 

Complete recovery from a procedure that's gone perfectly is 6 to 8 weeks.  And mine did not go perfectly.  In the end it will have tacked on about four additional weeks just to get to the point where the incision is closed. So... then what? Then I can raise my arms above my head again and lift things heavier than 10 pounds and start doing some exercise beyond creeping around the house tethered to my oxygen concentrator.  

But until then, rest.  Videos. 

This week my mother had cataract surgery.  Luckily my aunt was able to drive her to and from the appointments, though my mom did drive herself to her follow up appointment. 

Today 

Dave got the time wrong and ended up missing his PT appointment. There are too many plates spinning right now. It's hard to keep track of everything. 

I had therapy this afternoon, but only 30 minutes of therapy.  Therapy is too exhausting to even contemplate am hour of it. Thirty minutes goes by fast, but I still took a two hour nap after. 

We had leftovers for dinner-- leftover chuck roast and mashed potatoes for me and leftover pizza for Dave. We had to run to the pharmacy after so we stopped and picked up some groceries including a near- pint of vanilla ice cream. We never buy ice cream at the grocery store, so it was a rare treat. But unfortunately the enshittification of everything in the US continues, so a "pint" of ice cream is now 14 ounces (so it's not a pint) whipped up with added air until it fits into a pint sized container. It's just vanilla flavored nothing, not even as nice as soft serve. We had a few spoonfuls each and then tucked it away in the freezer to throw out later when it's freezer burned. 

Sigh. 

It's been a long, tiring day for some reason.