Delays, delays

How have I not posted since Monday?

Let's see, I got through Tuesday okay, and then Wednesday and Thursday ended up in a fairly miserable funk. I've never spent more than two weeks recovering and, apparently, I hate it. For all I was looking forward to peace and quiet... I'm ready to get moving again. Blargh.

On the upside, I didn't shirk my home physical therapy exercises, so I've been making excellent progress on that.

When my brace was unlocked on Monday, it was at 30 degrees. It's now set to 110, which is a tad difficult, but I can reach 100 pretty easily.

When the athletic trainer showed us how to do leg lifts, DH had to do most of the lifting. By yesterday, that was improving (he needed to jump start my leg) and, by today, I'm able to do them on my own. What a change. Yesterday, the sets of 5 with his help were hard. Today, the sets of 10 without his help... weren't. On the downside, getting past the first couple is P-A-I-N-F-U-L. But I persevere.

On the downside, I'm already tired of sandwiches. Husband needs, pretty much, to make lunch and pack a cooler for me, before he leaves, since I'm entirely incapable of doing anything on my own. I think next week, hopefully I can branch out into salads, tuna fish, cheese and crackers and I'm sure I'll think of something. I'm considering asking him to pick up a Thermos so that I can have soup. It's certainly almost soup weather.

And the whole loneliness thing is such a double-edged sword. I'm sad because I'm home alone and I don't want to do anything (and I have plenty to do). But because I'm sad and frustrated, I don't really want to talk to anyone. It feeds on itself. It's not so great.

Oh, and my appointment with my surgeon is at the six week mark. So I'm here, at home, through November 23rd. But, again, on the upside, it looks as though my poor husband will be taking a vacation day a week to stay home with me, both to help out and for some desperately-needed company. I guess that's the thing with being married - built in company and I don't have to try to break through that wall and reach out and say "yes, do, I want visitors." I'm working on that. I do have a weekend day already "planned" for my dear local friends. :D (And by planned I mean "the date has been picked but we haven't decided anything else, not that it matters because, really, where am i going to go?!")

Annnnd that's been my week. Let me tell you, though, it sure is nice to be able to sleep with my leg somewhat bent. So much easier.