Cabin Fever

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!

Boob Tube

Today marks the 8th day that I have been living without any type of cable or satellite television.  I don't even have one of those little converter boxes to get the local channels. 

Zip, Zero, Zilch

This decision has been a long time coming.  For what was paid out monthly to the "Company-That-Must-Not-Be-Named" I could afford to take one additional vacation each year.  There were only a small number of channels that were watched on a somewhat regular basis, and there were many evenings that the box wasn't even turned on. 

So the decision was made to quit it, and the promise was made to give it a go for a minimum of 6 months.  Which is really good for my willpower, because that will be right about the time football season starts back up, and I can say that I gave it good try.

What does one do when there is nothing to surf through on a Tuesday night?  Tons of stuff!  Work on my blog, train the terrier, play Scrabble or Boggle, read, study for the class I am taking, work on that quilt I owe my mother, learn to knit, or catch up on what's new on the inter webs. 

Have I missed it?  For the most part no, I do not.  I have a good subscription to Netflix and an instant queue that might be completed by the time the next milestone birthday rolls around, and I have a Kindle with more books on it than I can possibly read this year.  I think I miss television the most in the morning.  I'd watch the local news until it looped and loved to hear Mike and Mike bicker like two old women. 

The investment will probably be made into the little converter box - we do live in a prime area for hurricanes and it will be nice to see those bad boys working their way over - just in case.

It's only been a week, but I feel lighter and freer and more in tune with the things that are more important.