Recovery was 3 1/2 hours long due to the many issues involved with this leg.
Crutches and I are not the best buddies. Seems I want to go one way and they want to go another.
The DH is home to "help." I've considered posting bulletins all over the house defining what the words "help around the house" actually mean. (eyeroll)
He's somewhat good about doing tasks but he must have a break between each chore. What's up with that? Takes him all day to do what I do in a morning. I know, I know, at least he does them but I must tell him each and every chore.
I've considered making a list of the everyday chores but I'm not sure he'd follow it.
Just like any other day Mr. B & Co have been in and out countless times and the DH started grumbling about getting up and down to let them outside until I said, "welcome to my world." That ended that.
2010 could take a hike as far as I'm concerned. I have had enough.
I'm dreaming of an island vacation with a copacabana boy to run my errands and serve margaritas with little umbrellas.
I can lay back on the shore with my books and knitting with no cares in the world.
I'm off to la-la dreamland now..........