Just because I'm committed to writing every day, I'll tell you briefly about my activities (or rather, lack of activities) for the day. Oh, well, it's Sunday, so everyone deserves a day off, right?
Sleeping in the basement was nice last night in the sense that it was so dark and chilly, and sleeping on a nice, pillow-top mattress seemed more comfortable although I woke up feeling somewhat stiffer than usual. I also woke up feeling tired, so who knows what I did all night. Maybe I tossed and turned and didn't sleep as well as I thought I did.
The morning was comprised of the usual: breakfast, exercises, showering, resting in my bedroom, watching a bit of TV, and getting dressed. By the time that was done, I was so tired that I came downstairs and dozed for a bit before eating a few crackers and cheese. After lunchtime I was feeling decidedly washed out and lacking in energy. Stan needed to go to the grocery for dinner ingredients, so I went along with him but felt like I was about to collapse by the time we got home--not because of my knee which is doing fine, but because of the heat (which is unrelenting) and my general feeling of malaise.
I fell into the bed in the office/bedroom and slept from 1:00 until 4:00. After talking on the phone with my mother, I lay on the couch and read in a rather desultory manner until Stan fixed dinner at 6:00. Even though his sloppy joes were tasty, I could only manage a few bites--just not feeling very perky. Now, at 7:00, I'm ready for bed again.
Tomorrow must be a better day. I start out-patient physical therapy tomorrow and, although I don't know what to expect, I know I'll need more energy than I had today, so I'm going to bed, then will try to eat a breakfast that will give me enough energy to do whatever I need to do for my therapy. I'll take Percocet tomorrow for that, but have taken none since yesterday, so I'm trying hard to live "au naturel" and do without pain killers.
Well, yawn....and good night.
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