Had foot surgery last Thursday and have been stuck on the couch since. It’s feels great except when: I walk/hobble to and from the bathroom, bedroom, or couch, accidentally stretch, or have that foot anywhere below the level of my heart. Or sometimes I’ll be on the couch, leg up, minding my own business when a couple of nerves in my foot decide to say “Howdie!” Was hoping to be back to work within a week of surgery. BWA HA HA HA HA HA! Good one, me.
Prepared to be home-bound by having lots of food staples around, ready to cook. Which would be great, if I could stand for more than a few minutes at a time. Not my brightest move. Have been eating chocolate that friends brought over (Full disclosure, any chocolate brought to me was consumed within a day. A 12 hour window. After you left. Was eaten quickly.) and take-out which has been expensive and less than tasty or inspiring. Got grocery delivery in the form of apple sauce, cheese, crackers, whoopie pies (plural), oreos, a banana, raspberries, and blueberries. I’ll give you a couple of guesses as to which foods didn’t survive 24 hours near my gaping, sugar-ravaging pie-hole. Oh, I should get pie!
Anyway these are my scribbled notes from Spaceship-Couch. Time stamped.
Sunday, Day 4 on the couch.
12:00PM: Has Tom Hanks ever been punched in the face?
12:05PM: Maybe it’s time to separate my breasts from my midsection today. Will put on bra.
2:30PM: Am I wearing a bra for me or society? Both?
2:47PM: Investigated brown smear on outer left thigh. Discovered to be chocolate, score!
3:56PM: All I want is a mocha frappe. Have to order steak sandwich, french fries, AND frappe to meet $ necessary for delivery. Will eat sandwich tomorrow.
4:10PM: Tune in for Pats game.
4:50PM: Order arrives, late. The order consists only of steak sandwich and fries. “I ordered a mocha frappe. Did you leave it in the car?” “You did not, that is the order.” “Ok, but on the slip stapled to the bag you just handed me it lists: 1 steak sandwich, 1 fries, 1 mocha frappe.” …”I’ll be right back.”
4:55PM: Cold fries are simultaneously stiff AND soggy. How? Steak sandwich is cold, chewy and boring. Only eat a couple of bites.
5:57PM: Mocha frappe received. Icy and delicious.
6:15PM: Some a-hole just rang the doorbell from the back porch. Must hobble there whilst grumbling.
6:16PM: IT’S CHUCK! He drove up from Connecticut to surprise me and brought a new light comforter (less weight on my foot,) chocolate, a flying pig figurine, and a space heater that looks like a little wood stove. May have cried a little. Chuck eats steak sandwich. Snuggled on couch with Chuck and new comforter.
9:30PM: Chuck leaves. It takes me 34 minutes to get ready then go to bed. Realize I left the new comforter on the couch.
9:38PM: Back in bed with new comforter. Realize I left my pain killers on the coffee table.
9:43PM: Back in bed with new comforter and have taken my pain killers. Realize I left my Blistex on the coffee table…Grab hand lotion, smear on lips. Roll over and go to sleep.
Monday, Day 5 on the couch.
10:00am: Tom Hanks does not look like he could take a punch.
11:54am: Realize I have all the ingredients for brownies but can not stand long enough to make. God. Damn. It.
12:34PM: Friday Night Lights is THE BEST! How did I not watch this when it was on??
2:47PM: Breasts looking smug. Remove bra.
3:19PM: Opioids really, really are not friendly to bowels. Eating applesauce with lots of ground flax seed mixed in over the last few days has helped suddenly and tremendously.
4:12PM: Whole Foods delivery arrived. Come to Mama.
5:37PM: Have been eating a lot of sugar lately. Will take a vitamin B multiplex to offset damage.
Tuesday, Day 6 on couch.
10:17am: Grumpy. In pain. Out of chocolate. British serial killers true crime series on Amazon? Yes, please!
1:29PM: Switch over to watch some of Season 3 of The Crown.
3:53PM: Am pretty sure the Duke of Edinburgh, Prince Philip, could beat the snot out of Tom Hanks.
4:00PM: Switch back to serial killers and download Candy Crush Saga.
1:30am: Look up and notice the time. Had been engrossed in game. Delete game and go to bed.
Wednesday, Day 7 on couch.
7:45am: Start-up the ol’ blog again. Will post then re-edit obsessively.