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Kinda as I expected - the further into recovery (with fewer and fewer milestones), the less I'd be blogging. Cause there ain't shit going on!

Yesterday, we went to Petsmart. Today, we went to Target. This was in lieu of going grocery shopping on crutches on Saturday. I asked my husband if he hated me, by suggesting that. I understand his point - he wants me to get used to being up and about because next Tuesday is probably going to suck.

Kinda no matter how you cut it, next Tuesday is going to suck. I have spent the last six weeks (almost!) with my leg UP. 99% of the day, my leg has not been pointed downwards. Come work day, I'll have longer distances to go by myself. Yeesh. At this point, I'm considering putting my lunch in a cooler so that it's next to my desk. When I get tired/worn out/sore, I do tend towards the stupid... and I could just see getting overtired and not wanting to bother a coworker by asking for their help.

Anyway. Que sera, sera.

Petsmart was fun. We visited the cats. The Maine Coon kitty saw my husband and immediately started making happy paws and meowing silently. We also picked up "boa mice" since the cats loved the last one to pieces. And then loved the pieces to pieces. Today, as I sat down to do my morning exercises, I brought over a mouse. Once the growling started over who got the mouse, I went back for the second one. Glad we bought two!

Target tonight - I went around the whole store. I wanted J to get new gloves. We needed household cleaners. I wanted to see the Christmas candy (and I got some. *pets it*), we needed an air filter, more shampoo, and a prescription. My wrists are tired. I'm pretty worn out ... but I survived!

I'm starting to ease in to SOME work things - I'm checking and responding to email now. Tomorrow, I'll probably check with my boss to see if I should change my away message wording to say "checking email, will get back to you in 24 hours." I suspect she won't go for that, as I'm on actual leave and she's been discouraged from letting me do any work from home. (I'm not THAT in love with my job, but I've been gone 6 weeks. I'm bored and don't want to face the paperwork!)

Still feeling fat but working on all things in moderation. I would say that I'm successful with that - one real treat a day and everything else falls into the "need to eat to be healthy" category. I'm also back up to my usual three fruits a day, which takes up stomach space so that I have less of an appetite for treats anyway!

The only other oddball thing on the day was that my surgeon called. No reason in particular. I hadn't been in, in awhile, so he was seeing how I was doing, asking about my pain, my range of motion, and so on. I was pretty pleased by this, since he called me and not as a return call. I guess that's part of why he's my surgeon!