It's 1.29pm on Wednesday 17th October.
It's difficult to get comfortable. A plaster cast is, after all, rather more cumbersome than a bandage, however thick and padded and heavy that bandage might be. I'm trying to follow the doctor's instructions to rest though, and to elevate the foot. It's propped up on the back of the sofa, while I'm cuddled into my ‘nest’, aka the corner where The Doctor usually sits. My laptop is precariously balanced - I don't exactly have a lap to rest it on when one foot is raised level with my head! I can feel the laptop's warmth on my leg. The toes of my left foot are cold, they seem to be in a draft from somewhere. In contrast, my right leg is warm and snug under the cast.
I can hear the clicking of the laptop's keys as I type, my fingernails tapping out the rhythm of my thoughts. I have a Harry Potter dvd on for company - The Goblet of Fire - I'm working through the series for the umpteenth time. I know it so well that I need only glance at the screen every so often, which is ideal right now. If I can concentrate I can hear the swish and hum of passing traffic, but these sounds are so familiar that I barely notice them.I really fancy a cup of tea, but it feels like too much effort, too much trouble. I have a glass of water to hand, that will do. How long I wonder till the latest dose of pain relief kicks in?
I think we'll have a Chinese takeaway for dinner tonight. It'll be so much easier for The Doctor! I'm not sure about tomorrow, The Family will have pizza, but I'm not sure about me. We're invited to The Friend's for dinner on Friday. I wish I could do more to help around the house, my poor The Doctor is having to do so much and he's so tired!
I'm looking forward to having a haircut tomorrow, it's much needed. I'm glad my hairdresser is only a few doors away so I can get there despite the cast and crutches...I'm a bit fed up that I'm still not able to return to work. I am looking forward to spending time blogging, knitting, reading and so on, but wish I could do these things without the accompanying sense of guilt. I feel bad about The Doctor having to do so much. The Children are being so good but it's not easy for them either. I'm thankful for helpful friends and neighbours, without them we'd be struggling badly.
I'm surrounded by clutter: crutches, tv/dvd/digital tv remotes, knitting, camera, mobile phone, tv guide, book, puzzle book, tissues, Graze box, rubbish bag.... On the table: glass of water, filter jug, scissors, lsned book, new zoom lens, pain relief. On the floor, within reach but with enough space for me to get past: handbag, rucksack, one single shoe!
My mind skitters. My body is at rest of necessity, but my mind can’t seem to relax. It flits from one thought to another.
It's 1:30pm. The minutes are going by slowly today.
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