I am a bad convalescent: indeed, a terrible, wayward, foolish convalescent. Yesterday, oblivious to the fact that I was insulated by a three-day cushion of pain killers, I supposed that I felt good enough to get up and do some odds and ends around the house. I was very wrong. First, I allowed my obliviousness to the benefit of pain relievers to induce me to neglect to take last night’s prescribed dose till well after its appointed hour; second, and more important, I discovered (well after the appointed hour for taking my evening pain killer) that my very recent surgery did cause inflammation and tenderness, and that overexerting did have painful consequences (albeit on an unfortunately delayed feedback loop).
So I acknowledged my folly to Margaret, who did not say “I told you so,” but did agree that I’d been bad, terrible, wayward, and foolish. We talked over the reasons I might have been such a ninny, and we hope I’ve learned from my mistakes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I just have a couple of small errands to run, really nothing too demanding, just three or four that I’ve been meaning to take care of. . . .
Posted by AKMA at September 26, 2003 06:13 AM | TrackBackTwenty lashes with a wet noodle!!!
Posted by: NTA at September 26, 2003 06:42 AMI trust one of those errands will be a run to a "I'm overcommited and on painkillers but I can get this one last thing done" therapy group?
Seriously, rest up and get better - you can do most of the errands nagging your conscience after a weekend spent convalescing, I suspect. The worst thing about recovery periods (and I had a 6 month one once) is that in the activity silence all sorts of lost ideas float back to the fore demanding your time. Make a note of them, and go back to the pile of books you've been meaning to read and review.
Posted by: Eric Sinclair at September 26, 2003 06:45 AMAKMA, AKMA, AKMA. Sigh. Must we come up there and sit on you? We can, and that should scare you into restful compliance.
Seriously, think of this as a holiday for your body while your mind gets a chance to play all by itself. As an opportunity, not a limitation.
Posted by: Shelley at September 26, 2003 07:15 AMActually, since it’s getting cool, I was thinking of taking the air conditioners out of the windows. . . .
Posted by: AKMA at September 26, 2003 07:56 AM*sigh*
Do they need to come out this weekend? Do you not have friends who could help if so?
Heck, I live on the NSide, and will be out taking apart the container garden, I suspect....
Posted by: Eric Sinclair at September 26, 2003 08:57 AMOh, AKMA, AKMA, AKMA...
You're wasting a golden opportunity to take advantage of one of those helper monkeys!
Posted by: Joey deVilla at September 26, 2003 12:11 PMYou know full well you have any number of willing hands waiting to help, if you but let us know what errand is niggling to be done.
I know, I know-- you don't want to be a bother. However, it bothers us worse to see you hobbling and hurting.
So ask already!
Posted by: Jane Ellen at September 26, 2003 01:59 PMI can sympathise. The only time I was ever really incapacitated was a nasty bout of mono a couple of years ago, for which I had to be hospitalized. I felt like complete crap, but when my dad checked me in, I was still attempting to walk to my room (doubled over) rather than get wheeled in the wheelchair. I also went back to work about two weeks after that, and the next month I took a holiday to Sydney. It was only the threat of a ruptured spleen and death that kept me from playing frisbee for six months after that. I wonder if that mulish disregard for physical condition is a genetic thing or just general denseness?
Posted by: ARJ at September 28, 2003 11:18 PM