Today was the first day, almost 3 weeks into this journey, that I have felt really confined. I am tired, I am cranky, and I am on the verge of a pity party. I know that I can contribute a lot of it to not sleeping well. I'm uncomfortable and in discomfort that borderlines on pain. Finding comfortable position while wearing this pink monstrosity is a joke. There isn't one.
Then you add that there isn't much a girl in my position can do since walking is out of the question for at least 3 more weeks. I've been reading, watching some Netflix, reading, and that's really about it. I go from the bed to the couch and back. I can't sit outside because, well, it's summertime in Florida and who knew fiberglass was such a conductor of heat.
I did order a Xerosox this evening. It's a latex "sock" of sorts that has an airtight seal that will enable me to get into the pool. I think being able to enjoy the sport of lying on a raft for a few hours a day will cheer me up some. At least the Vitamin D will do some good. I'll do a full review and link once I get the product and try it out.
I am heading back to work a week from today, and that will help my disposition a lot as well. It will be nice to get out of the house. It's going to be a pain in the rear hobbling around, but I have a couple of really awesome co-workers who have agreed to be my personal servants as long as I need them to.
As I've mentioned before, I've been through the ankle surgeries before, but I don't recall feeling this way. This time it seems different and harder. I can't put my finger on exactly what it is.
This too shall pass. I will give myself one day of a pity part and move on!