...meh.
There's a total difference between not wanting to go anywhere and not being able to go anywhere. I'm essentially house-bound until 4/30 unless I figure out a way to get to work - which I may need to do, but I'll deal with that later.
But assuming I can't get to work, I'm basically trapped in the house until I see my doctor on 4/30. I have an appointment with Dr. W on 4/26 (Saturday) that I'll need Morgan to take me to, and I theoretically have one with Dr. Z on 4/24 that I think I'm going to reschedule because I don't really have a way of getting there unless I ask Pinky and I don't want to keep bugging her for rides.
And the thing is, I've spent days and days in the house without going anywhere before, and it's fine. But knowing I can't go anywhere, that my car is sitting in the garage and I can't get in it and go somewhere...argh. It makes me cranky and whiny, which I don't like and I'm sure Morgan doesn't either.
I feel like I should have seen this coming, but no one mentioned it to me. My surgeon told me I'd be ready to go back to work after maybe a week, and I didn't think to ask him about restrictions on driving and the like. So I'm cranky at myself for not thinking to ask, but I'm also kind of "ugh" in general that no one said "Oh by the way, you won't be able to drive for at least two weeks post-surgery". But mostly on that one I'm annoyed at myself for not thinking to ask and not realizing that it was going to be an issue.
Sigh. I'm not going to the game today because I don't think I'm up for it - I'm still sleeping a lot of the time. Plus the chairs over there are not the most comfortable in the world and I don't think I'd do well sitting on one for hours and hours, and I wouldn't be able to look down at my character sheet or my dice or anything. So no game for me. Morgan asked me if I wanted him to stay home, and part of me maybe does but if he doesn't go they can't run at all, and I don't really know why I'd ask him to stay home at all. My legs work fine, I can go up and down stairs and get myself things, so there's no real need for it.
Meh. I think I need more tea. That cures everything, right?
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But assuming I can't get to work, I'm basically trapped in the house until I see my doctor on 4/30. I have an appointment with Dr. W on 4/26 (Saturday) that I'll need Morgan to take me to, and I theoretically have one with Dr. Z on 4/24 that I think I'm going to reschedule because I don't really have a way of getting there unless I ask Pinky and I don't want to keep bugging her for rides.
And the thing is, I've spent days and days in the house without going anywhere before, and it's fine. But knowing I can't go anywhere, that my car is sitting in the garage and I can't get in it and go somewhere...argh. It makes me cranky and whiny, which I don't like and I'm sure Morgan doesn't either.
I feel like I should have seen this coming, but no one mentioned it to me. My surgeon told me I'd be ready to go back to work after maybe a week, and I didn't think to ask him about restrictions on driving and the like. So I'm cranky at myself for not thinking to ask, but I'm also kind of "ugh" in general that no one said "Oh by the way, you won't be able to drive for at least two weeks post-surgery". But mostly on that one I'm annoyed at myself for not thinking to ask and not realizing that it was going to be an issue.
Sigh. I'm not going to the game today because I don't think I'm up for it - I'm still sleeping a lot of the time. Plus the chairs over there are not the most comfortable in the world and I don't think I'd do well sitting on one for hours and hours, and I wouldn't be able to look down at my character sheet or my dice or anything. So no game for me. Morgan asked me if I wanted him to stay home, and part of me maybe does but if he doesn't go they can't run at all, and I don't really know why I'd ask him to stay home at all. My legs work fine, I can go up and down stairs and get myself things, so there's no real need for it.
Meh. I think I need more tea. That cures everything, right?
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