18 days post surgery, I am going to work for a bit tomorrow.
I think the fact that I've been completely addicted to QVC television* for the past week is a clear indication that I need to occupy my mind.
I'm going to try three days a week and have some physical therapy nearby and I'll be traveling with Youngest in the mornings which will help to allay the fears of my family who are certain I will be trampled at some point. And we all know how it goes, I suppose, it is only when part of us is injured that we get bumped or pushed.
It's very very warm here and I hate the heat AND I'm injured so I won't be walking to the office.
I've got five or six cast-friendly outfits but I've got to figure out a bag that I can manage with one hand.
Things That Amaze Me:
People's reactions to seeing us both injured
What I can and cannot do with my one non-dominant hand which has one bum finger
How swollen my hand still is
How fragile we are
That we are okay
So. Off I go.
* I've fallen in love with a Rowenta iron, a blue lipstick, a chair, a blender and a sweater de-piller.