Me? Thanks for asking. Iâm still stuck home for a couple more weeks. Still wearing the boot, though Iâve stopped wearing the compress wrap under it since the swelling is gone. Also gone is the lovely orange and green discoloration that made my foot look more like a rotting piece of meat that something still attached to a living, breathing being. I have, on my own, begun some easy physical therapy techniques Dr. Google introduced me to. Nothing weight bearing, nothing strenuous, but just some stretching and range of motion stuff done while seated. I see this as the route to quickest recovery, and know enough that I can avoid doing any repeat or new damage.
Iâve purchased 23 books for my Nook over the course of the last five weeks. Two were advance orders, but Iâve read the rest as well as a couple of books that Iâd previously downloaded and read. You can only watch repeats of NCIS and Law and Order so many times before you start expecting everyone who comes knocking at your door to flash and badge and announce themselves as âDetectiveâ or âVery Special Agent.â
Iâve also done a great deal of needlecraft. Years ago my older sister gave me a dozen or so Bucella felt ornament kits that sheâd purchased and wanted but didnât have time to make. I did a few, and then relegated the remaining kits to the back of a cabinet. Iâd also purchased and only partly completed a kit to make a large felt Christmas wreath that included fifteen felt ball ornaments and a string of twenty white lights that were to be sewn into the wreath. Iâd made one of these before, and had partially completed this one and abandoned it. I completed the wreath (each ball took over three hours to complete, and I estimate total time put into the wreath including what Iâd already done to be in excess of 200 hours). I also completed ten other felt ornaments, and gave them all to my sister on her birthday. I started work on yet another set of felt ornaments (characters from Alice in Wonderland) but am getting to the point where I really canât stand to look at this stuff any more.
Iâve discovered that, between my eyesight and the meds Iâm on, it has become very difficult to work on handicrafts that demand fine detail. Iâve successfully compensated for the eyesight by wearing reading glasses over my bifocals. I doubt my ophthalmologist would approve, but what he doesnât know wonât hurt me. I am less able to compensate for the Prograf induced tremors in my hands though, and frequently had to place the needle a dozen different times before it was positioned correctly. I really donât have room to complain about that though, since the drug is keeps my liver a white blood cells playing nice together.
Iâm bored.