A week ago Friday Hawk had outpatient surgery on one of her feet. The doctor's guidance for recovery was "Your foot won't be weight-bearing for several weeks." Interpreting that as "You'll need to keep walking, even inside the house, to an absolute minimum and you won't be able to do stairs,"
we set up a nest for her in the dining room. The idea was that on that level of our three-storey townhouse she could have a place to sleep, to sit up, to use a tablet and watch TV, to get food, and to use the bathroom, all without having to climb stairs.
The nest was a good idea. Hawk was happy to have it for the first 36 hours or so. The good news is that she quickly found she could get around inside the house, including using the stairs. Of course, with her foot wrapped in a big bandage and weight only able to be placed on the heel, she moves slowly and clumsily. She uses two canes when she walks. And stairs are still hard. She limits herself to going up or down only a few times a day. But she's able to get around to all levels of our very vertical home.
Friday night we packed up the nest. Hawk really hadn't used it since last weekend. We folded up the sheets and blankets, piling them to be washed; deflated the air mattresses and folded them to go back to the garage; and folded up the memory foam cushion that previously had been under our bed for several years. (We bought that mattress topper years ago thinking our new bed might be too hard. Instead our bed was fine and the memory foam was way too soft. Now we're Craigslisting it.)
The good news is we've got our dining room back. 😅 The really good news, of course, is that Hawk's recovery is going so well. I figured it would; she almost always recovers from acute problems way faster than doctors estimate. Part of it she pushes hard to regain mobility. Her foot is still really tender around the surgery site. Even a bit of pressure there still really hurts. But she's moving around way, way better than the doctor cautioned her to expect.