Reading and Napping

Although sleep once again was spotty last night, it was a beautiful day which prompted another small outing.  Although there's no need to dwell on it too much, I will continue to say that sleep is probably my biggest challenge now, but it will, I'm sure, eventually work itself out.

One accomplishment of this convalescence has been the fact that I've read a lot...a whole lot. Amazon Kindle will keep track of the consecutive days you've read, the consecutive weeks you've read, and the number of books you've read since the beginning of the year.  This only is accurate, of course, if you read on your Kindle exclusively, and although I read mostly on my Kindle, I still do read the occasional "real" book and books on Google Play.  That being said, I've read 18 books since January 1 because I've spent a lot of quiet time on the couch.  Not being much of a TV watcher, my only possible alternative to reading is aimless web-browsing, and goodness knows I do enough of that, but still, reading is my primary way of passing time.  All this was said to explain the fact that I got up at 7:30 and aside from the time I spent eating my bowl of Raisin Bran, I read solidly until 12:15, finishing a very engrossing little mystery.  I did do several "exercises" during that time period, most notably the simple but effective (and highly uncomfortable) ankle propped on a rolled towel.  If you don't think that stretches your knee, try it for 30 minutes!

As the morning progressed, I alternated propping up my ankle with icing down my knee, so even though I was admittedly a couch potato, at least the time was not totally wasted from the TKR rehab perspective.

By the time I'd finished my book, it was time for lunch, so in keeping with Stan's belief that I needed to get out and do things most days, we got ready and left for a pleasant lunch in Fairfax.  It was a late lunch, and by the time we got home, it was mid-afternoon.  What do you do in the middle of the afternoon?  Why you nap, of course!  Rather embarrassingly, I suddenly woke from my couch nap to find it was 4:00, but Stan was worse--he slept until 5:00!  Between 4:00 and 5:00, I actually managed to do all my exercises so that I could feel quite virtuous about the way I spent at least part of my afternoon.  I haven't taken any pain medicine either, and I can truthfully say that I feel just fine.  Now tomorrow is another day.  If it's PT day, it's time for Percocet, but that's then and this is now, and right now, everything is just fine!