I haven’t been out of the house for almost two weeks. I go back to the doctor tomorrow to see if I can start putting weight on my foot. I already have been–how else am I going to get upstairs to go to the bathroom?–but the doctor doesn’t know that. And I still seem to be healing well. At least I was at my last appointment which was two weeks ago.
My worst day so far was yesterday. I slept until one in the afternoon to begin with and then all I wanted to do once I got up was go back to sleep. I was that bored. At least my dreams are interesting. I feel like I’m getting so weak sitting on the couch all day, but what am I going to do until I can put weight on my foot? And I still probably won’t be able to do a lot of walking. My boss wants to know if I can work the last week in December, but I don’t have anyway to get to work except by bus and I don’t think I’ll be able to walk to the bus stop. Besides, I think we’re going to have my grandson here for that week. I’m really looking forward to that!
Being laid up like this has felt like such a waste of time. I’ve done a lot of reading and writing, have even studied some German and done online shopping for Christmas. But I haven’t been able to put up decorations or make any goodies–and I’ve been gaining weight from not doing anything. Not something I can afford to do. I don’t know how soon I can do any significant amount of walking, to get back into shape and to hopefully lose some weight.
This post is about as boring as my life is right now.