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My foot's still not all the way better, and the healing trajectory seems to have leveled out over the past week. I did finally call the doc and chat with the nurse a bit, but there's nothing I didn't already know/guess. Basically, I should be babying myself more -- and that drives me NUTS. By my normal standards of activity, I AM resting.
Er, except for being on my feet all day every day last weekend remodeling. I suppose that doesn't count as 'rest'. But I didn't go to yoga! And I didn't start moving the five yards of woodchips, even though I really, really wanted to!
You'd think I'd be practiced at this, but I'm really not. Most of my experience included a LOT more pain than this -- if not immediately, then at least the next day -- so there was a really good motivator not to overdue things. This is more "small, I can handle it, whatever" that just hasn't gotten better.
(And I was really, really good about taking care of myself immediately afterwards, babying things for a week, so I've hit the point of OKAY DONE NOW. I mean, I HAVE WOOD CHIPS!).
I mentioned it to Dad at rehearsal tonight, and he said that on Sunday (when we frame in the garage door hole) I was going to sit on a lawn chair and watch while he built and narrated.
:o
I'm glad he mentioned narrating -- he understands how important it is to me to learn -- but I don't think I can manage sitting on my ass while he does the whole thing. Not when I can get around just fine. I told him I'd bring out a chair, and sit down whenever I wasn't actively working (there's usually quite a bit of that, while you figure things out or someone does a one-person job).
"I'll narrate. I promise."
"I'll rest whenever we're not actively doing something, I get it, I should've done that saturday."
"I'm afraid instead of one weekend not working you'll have months of working miserable."
"I know, and I'll rest part of the time."
"Okay," *in stern daddy voice* "but when you start moaning I'm sending you to your chair."
That'll do, I suppose.
What he doesn't know is that, if he's that insistant on me sitting, I'm going to make him push me around on the big cart when we go to Home Depot. WAHOO!
Er, except for being on my feet all day every day last weekend remodeling. I suppose that doesn't count as 'rest'. But I didn't go to yoga! And I didn't start moving the five yards of woodchips, even though I really, really wanted to!
You'd think I'd be practiced at this, but I'm really not. Most of my experience included a LOT more pain than this -- if not immediately, then at least the next day -- so there was a really good motivator not to overdue things. This is more "small, I can handle it, whatever" that just hasn't gotten better.
(And I was really, really good about taking care of myself immediately afterwards, babying things for a week, so I've hit the point of OKAY DONE NOW. I mean, I HAVE WOOD CHIPS!).
I mentioned it to Dad at rehearsal tonight, and he said that on Sunday (when we frame in the garage door hole) I was going to sit on a lawn chair and watch while he built and narrated.
:o
I'm glad he mentioned narrating -- he understands how important it is to me to learn -- but I don't think I can manage sitting on my ass while he does the whole thing. Not when I can get around just fine. I told him I'd bring out a chair, and sit down whenever I wasn't actively working (there's usually quite a bit of that, while you figure things out or someone does a one-person job).
"I'll narrate. I promise."
"I'll rest whenever we're not actively doing something, I get it, I should've done that saturday."
"I'm afraid instead of one weekend not working you'll have months of working miserable."
"I know, and I'll rest part of the time."
"Okay," *in stern daddy voice* "but when you start moaning I'm sending you to your chair."
That'll do, I suppose.
What he doesn't know is that, if he's that insistant on me sitting, I'm going to make him push me around on the big cart when we go to Home Depot. WAHOO!
