I’ve reached this weird point of procrastination, where I feel like I’m putting off practically everything until I get out of this damned boot. Folding laundry? I can do it later. Cooking anything? We’ll get back to that in a week or so. Research reading? I have no idea how I manage to blame this one on my foot, but I do. Everything can wait until I’m more mobile again.
So if you haven’t gotten a reply to some e-mail or LJ comment, blame my foot. It’s what I’m doing.
Things I am looking forward to, once I’m out of the boot:
- Wearing two shoes again.
- Wearing something other than sweatpants.
- Carrying things down the stairs without worrying that full hands will compromise my already-compromised balance badly enough for me to fall.
- Taking a shower without being paralyzed by an utterly irrational fear that I will somehow, against all odds, contrive to slip and fall and rip the ligament apart again.
- Physical therapy.
Yes, I really am looking forward to physical therapy. Because it’s something I can do, beyond just waiting. As I said after the surgery, this is the boring stage; I’m eager to get on to the stage that involves active progress, even if it’s tedious and/or painful to do.