Have you ever found yourself stuck unable to just do the things you usually do?
Six weeks ago I had a hip upgrade- I call it that because the new one's a darned sight better than the old sucker. Everything went well and I did some research in hospital for future books. I mean, what else was I supposed to do when I only had exercises and learning to navigate on crutches to do? And read and do crosswords.
Then I went home. And that's where the fun started.
I read. Thank goodness for the tablet.
I watched my favourite crime investigation channel - for hours and hours.
I cross stitched, finally finishing Santa after more than two years and 71,100 stitches.
I walked and exercised.
I navigated the kitchen and baked chocolate zucchini cakes to use up the excess zucs. And overcooked some of them.
And I worked on my new book. I also sold the latest one - ER Doctor's Forever Gift.
But it all drove me nuts. I'm not good at being confined. Which means I drove my DB crazy too. Probably why he insist (not very hard) we celebrate with champagne last night since I got the all clear yesterday - life has returned to normal.
My family and friends. Love 'em to bits but I've learned they can be so bossy. Don't walk on the gravel, don't dry the dishes, don't go so fast. Grrrr. Actually, don't dry the dishes was okay.
And I have never met so many doctors as I have in the past six weeks, and I worked in the medical world. Someone would tell me what I could do and we'd have a darn good laugh and I'd carry on as my consultant told me to.
But seriously, I appreciate how special these people are and they can tell me what to do as much as they like. I will continue to ignore them and we'll still always be close.
How have you coped when confined to barracks? Or what do you think you'd do if this happened?