“Down around the corner, half a mile from here
See them long trains run, and you watch them disappear
Without love, where would you be now . . “
I am happy with my progress, as I begin my second week of recovery. My leg swelling has gradually gone down. Some flexibility is inching its way back into my leg as well. It seems like I have been at this longer than a week, as the specter of pain keeps staring me in the face. And it does not mock me with horrific laughter. It’s more like an evil smirk that infers that it is going to annoy me as long as is possible.
If I didn’t have Vicki loving on me and managing me, I am sure I would be in considerably worse shape. She is terrific about making sure I stay on schedule for medication, making sure I eat, managing the area around me, and putting those stupid hose on my legs. I’ve had some good friends bringing meals over as well.
I very seldom get bored. I just don’t generally allow myself to fall into that state by busying myself with some project, playing the guitar, reading, or some other choice of activities, and there are usually plenty of those. But right now I am bored. I really can’t do much but sit here. The narcotics I am taking make me kind of dopey, which I am sure is somewhat entertaining for Vicki, but I can’t concentrate on anything long enough to read, and TV just seems like mindless drivel or it makes me mad. And I cannot seem to maintain a train of thought long enough to support a decent conversation. So I find myself in unfamiliar territory. I appreciate your prayers for a speedy recovery, a quick transition off of pain meds, and for Vicki that I do not drive her nutty with my neediness.
Knees and other stuff 