How long is this going to take? Oh yeah! For friggin' ever.
Day 4, and I'm already going nuts sitting at home.
It would have to be beautiful weather outside for the past couple of days...you kind of want the world to be miserable when you are.
Nah, just kidding. But the cloth couch (I call it Old Yellow) holds in all the heat in this house and circulates it through my back and thighs constantly. And when getting up to move is a bit of a nightmare (I don't have my Rolleraid yet), you're just kind of stuck.
I don't want this journal to become a bunch of posts about ankle recovery, but there's a very limited worldview going on outside of that right now, because I'm just not all that mobile. So, sorry, and um, deal.
I spent the weekend doing much of the same as I've been doing since I got home from the hospital. Watching a lot of TV, frequent trips to the bathroom to pee (no fun, believe me), surfing the internet, and chatting online a bit. I love this new computer. Fred has been wonderful, and I sent him out of the house to enjoy the Castro Street Fair yesterday, partly because I want him to not be stuck inside sitting with me doing nothing, and partly for selfish reasons...it's much easier to rest on the couch when no one is here. Fred felt awful leaving me at home, which in turn made me feel badly too. (Unfortunately, some people at the fair even gave him shit about leaving me at home...Note to anyone who sees Fred out and about enjoying himself: LET HIM ENJOY HIMSELF! He does a great job taking care of me, and I don't want him to become a homebody because I have to be temporarily.) His going out is as much for my sanity as it is for his own. And while I was passed out, zpunky brought me brownies. Hooray for brownies!
Lessee, what else? You'd think I'd be spending a bunch of time playing video games, but the truth is one of the two drugs I'm taking makes me a bit sick to my stomach, so watching my roomie play Halo 3 doesn't help. I've been staying away from the games. We finally broke down and ordered Showtime, and I've already caught a few movies that I had put on my Netflix queue and were waiting for, just by flipping channels: Into the Blue (the underwater scenes looked pretty but boy was it crappy, and jeez, Jessica Alba is an awful, awful but gorgeous actress, poor thing), Elizabethtown, which my pal moroccomole had warned me about, and I should have paid heed...it was B-A-D), and Sherrybaby which was a decent movie made great on the sheer power of Maggie Gyllenhall's perfomance.
Seth Rogen was on Saturday Night Live, and while there was a dud or two in the sketches, overall I thought it was really good (having Seth play Rowlf the Dog was classic), surprising how sharp the writing has been this year. Plus, Fred got me hooked on Dexter, which I had never seen before, and I'm so glad I did. It's clever and fun and just this side of creepy. I watched Hot Fuzz in HD and it looked and sounded loud. I liked the movie a lot when it came out, but the second time around, I was actually impressed by the editing of it in retrospect...it's funny and clever, yes, but there's always something going on the screen; it might be a bit overlong, but it's never dull.
Unlike me...I feel as dull as dirt right now. But that's to be expected...this is going to be a long recovery period. But I'll get there. One day at a time.
It would have to be beautiful weather outside for the past couple of days...you kind of want the world to be miserable when you are.
Nah, just kidding. But the cloth couch (I call it Old Yellow) holds in all the heat in this house and circulates it through my back and thighs constantly. And when getting up to move is a bit of a nightmare (I don't have my Rolleraid yet), you're just kind of stuck.
I don't want this journal to become a bunch of posts about ankle recovery, but there's a very limited worldview going on outside of that right now, because I'm just not all that mobile. So, sorry, and um, deal.
I spent the weekend doing much of the same as I've been doing since I got home from the hospital. Watching a lot of TV, frequent trips to the bathroom to pee (no fun, believe me), surfing the internet, and chatting online a bit. I love this new computer. Fred has been wonderful, and I sent him out of the house to enjoy the Castro Street Fair yesterday, partly because I want him to not be stuck inside sitting with me doing nothing, and partly for selfish reasons...it's much easier to rest on the couch when no one is here. Fred felt awful leaving me at home, which in turn made me feel badly too. (Unfortunately, some people at the fair even gave him shit about leaving me at home...Note to anyone who sees Fred out and about enjoying himself: LET HIM ENJOY HIMSELF! He does a great job taking care of me, and I don't want him to become a homebody because I have to be temporarily.) His going out is as much for my sanity as it is for his own. And while I was passed out, zpunky brought me brownies. Hooray for brownies!
Lessee, what else? You'd think I'd be spending a bunch of time playing video games, but the truth is one of the two drugs I'm taking makes me a bit sick to my stomach, so watching my roomie play Halo 3 doesn't help. I've been staying away from the games. We finally broke down and ordered Showtime, and I've already caught a few movies that I had put on my Netflix queue and were waiting for, just by flipping channels: Into the Blue (the underwater scenes looked pretty but boy was it crappy, and jeez, Jessica Alba is an awful, awful but gorgeous actress, poor thing), Elizabethtown, which my pal moroccomole had warned me about, and I should have paid heed...it was B-A-D), and Sherrybaby which was a decent movie made great on the sheer power of Maggie Gyllenhall's perfomance.
Seth Rogen was on Saturday Night Live, and while there was a dud or two in the sketches, overall I thought it was really good (having Seth play Rowlf the Dog was classic), surprising how sharp the writing has been this year. Plus, Fred got me hooked on Dexter, which I had never seen before, and I'm so glad I did. It's clever and fun and just this side of creepy. I watched Hot Fuzz in HD and it looked and sounded loud. I liked the movie a lot when it came out, but the second time around, I was actually impressed by the editing of it in retrospect...it's funny and clever, yes, but there's always something going on the screen; it might be a bit overlong, but it's never dull.
Unlike me...I feel as dull as dirt right now. But that's to be expected...this is going to be a long recovery period. But I'll get there. One day at a time.