I planned ahead. I had multiple books to read (finally finished 11/22/63 by Stephen King, good drama not scary), being away for the weekend there were lots of blogs to catch up on, Mr. Lina put a few games on the PlayBook so I could switch depending on my level of concentration. I did nap a lot, yesterday I napped twice (work is going to suck tomorrow). Still, I spend a lot of time alone on the couch. Mr. Lina is around, but he is working from home so he pops up between meetings to fetch me drinks, lunch, whatever else I need. I don't think it needs to be quite this restrictive, I mean the clinic lets you walk up two flights of stairs for blood work then around the building to the parking lot, but whatever puts his mind at ease works for me. Once I got a drink for myself and a piece of fruit while I was up to pee and got the stink eye about walking. So I sit.
But my 72 hours are ending as I type. Technically, I can go back to work, I can take a bath or go swimming. I still cannot:
- lift heavy things
- no sex for a week (pout, sad how often sex is not allowed when the whole point is having a baby)
- no "jogging, aerobics, tennis, skiing, mountain climbing or any new physical activity" (you know mountain climbing has to be on the list because someone asked, I think it would be covered by no jogging myself)
- "anything that you will find blame in" which is why I will continue to be careful and respect any limitations that Mr. Lina suggests
- "anything that you will find blame in" for my mental well being is more about food than activity, no fake sugars, no sushi, limit caffeine, good fruits and vegetables, that kind of thing
Update: It is as expected, nothing else they can do but it has been added to my file.
The Happy Hooker. Honestly, mostly because the title amused me, secondary because I have always figured I'd get the itch for knitting/crochet at some point and the projects looked cute. I think because past attempts have not been because of a real itch to do it, I give it up when I got stuck at the second row. Well today I found a video on youtube and made it to row three and it made sense. I could see the stitches I was suppose to pick up which was generally my problem in the past. Maybe something is clicking.
So what to do with my new found freedom this afternoon? I think I will venture to my sewing room. On Tuesday, I wore my pj bottoms with a tshirt all day. I intended on changing to real clothing but that would involve going back upstairs and I was comfortable and not expecting company. But I really should make the matching Sorbetto. I'll need Mr. Lina to move a few things out of the way, I'm pretty sure there is a box of fabric out on my cutting table. The sleepy pills will probably limit what I accomplish, but it's good to see something other than the couch.