Boredome

 I have nearly arrived at three weeks post surgery. (1 week post discharge) I cannot drive for another 5 weeks! Yikes. No doubt I will cheat or go mad. At least to the grocery store, a pleasure that I never appreciated when I was dragging bags of food home weekly, but it seems like a delightful outing now that I mostly sit in the front window watching the world walk their dogs. 

We have settled into a tolerable routine. 6-8 small meals a day keep me heading to the fridge, meds in the morning. Gene has become an expert at the sub-Q shot in my abdomen, another 9 days to go. Morning yoga, afternoon rest and evening walks.  We are both feeling pretty house bound. Can't wait to get down and dirty in the garden.  

My visitors are surprised that I am walking. Walking has not stopped since 4-hours post op. The nurses, doctors, family, instructions, are all focused on mobility. Early and often.  No more lazing around, as was promoted in the 50's. I would say, it is the one part of my recovery that has been consistent from the beginning. Even when I was tethered to the nasal cannula suction, I stood, twirled around, tangled my lines, and slowly made my way to the commode and eventually around the triangle. 

On a different note, we are scrambling to meet the April 15th deadline for installing solar at the current reimbursement rate. Of course, we have had months and months to make this decision, but now that it is a crunch, we are on board. Along with thousands of other late comers. 

My anticipation of Ted Lasso was a bit disappointing. The first episode is setting the stage for some big changes, but so unfunny. Relationships are falling apart left and right. We are so used to bingeing a whole season at one time, that it is excruciating to wait for the next week.  I have retreated back a few years to re-watch The Durrells in Corfu. Now there is a classic. 

I have rebuilt the Lego Friends Treehouse after Lizzie ravaged it. 

The gray, rainy sky is a reflection of my mood. I start round-two of the "Searching for Trouble" campaign. I'll meet the oncology team and most likely, have an upper GI and colonoscopy next week. Just what I have been hoping for:) The prep from hell is just around the corner. 

I am very grateful for the gradual removal of medical props from the bedroom and I love stepping into the shower without assistance. I am trying to assume that the lone remaining biopsy, that is taking me to see the oncologists next week, isn't serious.  I'm staying optimistic that the end of this mis-guided tour is nearly over. 

And today, I begin the passport renewal process, in anticipation of traveling again.