random thoughts – Day 1,803 – (Saturday) – stunts and deliveries

Earlier in the week, after the initial consultation with the surgeon but before the surgery, there were seeds of ideas of weekend activities, including attending WinterFest downtown. The surgeon had been all easy breezy and it seemed like my recovery from his masterful mechanical repairs would be on par with getting over a papercut. Or maybe it was wishful thinking.

The post-op experience hasn’t been horrible, but it’s definitely challenging. The medication schedule of acetaminophen, ibuprofen, and prescription pain medicine at dosage intervals of eight, six, and four hours requires planning, recordkeeping, and inventory management. 

Stunts and consequences.

Luckily, Amazon delivers OTC meds quickly, because I realized last night I was nearly out of Ibuprofen. After the bedtime dose, there was just one dose left. It was ordered and delivered on the doorstep within about 16 hours, along with a second package that I thought might be a mistake. It wasn’t a misdirected package. It was an insulated cup with lid and straw, featuring a broken arm figure and “I do my own stunts,” a gift from my super thoughtful cousin. I laughed out loud. It felt good.

As for Saturday recreational activities? Nope. The basic activity of a much-needed shower was an ordeal. The illustrated instructions for the cast cover seemed straightforward, but also showed two functional hands applying the cover onto a third casted arm and I was one hand short of the staffing level shown. 

My arm was wrangled into the cover and the shower took place without incident or additional injury. It was exhausting. 

The sun was shining and the sky was blue. There was a willing sidekick for WinterFest hijinks, but the idea of dressing in anything other than fleece lounge pants and a sweatshirt and being outside in the cold seemed nuts, and the pain prescription makes me tired. Instead, the day was spent on the couch, swaddled in the royal blue Snuggie Sis gave me. Netflix was streaming and I was glad that the Friday night TV reception issue is resolved, at least for now. If the usual pattern holds, there will be another weird reception issue in 10 to 14 days.

The preferred pizza purveyor has my favorite coupon this week (20% off a $30 order). Dinner may be a carefully curated order of “groceries” posing as fine dining. The fried seafood dinner provides three or four meals, and pizzas are good for six to eight. One delivery order could set me up for a while.

During the day of domestic comforts, Kiki staged a one-kitty extravaganza. She batted a ball around and pounced over it. In her most impressive athletic act, she sprinted from the kitchen into the dining room, took a left around the buffet and another left to launch herself onto the carpeted stairs and dashed up the flight, earning a perfect judge's score of “10.” At The BungaLowell, we both do our own stunts, some more successfully than others.