Am now home! It feels good. I think my parents were ready to be back to their normal routine too. I can't blame them. It's hard enough having visitors for 10 days, it's got to be a lot harder having an invalid. I took one extra pain pill for the trip home, which made me groggy, but at least not too painful. The toes are tingling and maybe hurting a little over 2 but not quite to 3. The dogs are happy. I was a little nervous they'd knock me off my feet, but they were good and subdued. The lab, Ferguson, just wanted to lick my exposed toes. Not the best idea.
Today has been a good day. I was up for about 20 minutes for breakfast - probably most of that sitting, but the foot was below the heart. I rested until the husband showed up, then up for 20 minutes more, into the car with foot up again, last into the house to collapse in my much missed favorite recliner. Ahhh. Good to be home. I'm, of course, hoping the "good day" today is a trend, but know enough to understand it may not be.
When I look back at other blogs, I notice those people were up and doing limited activities way before me. They were half my age, too. Anyway, it makes me wonder about my activity level. I just think that, for me, being careful now will pay off in the end. When I'm up and the foot starts to complain, I go down. I figure what's three months (or more) for the rest of my life? So I'm cautious.
Pain level 1 - not quite 3
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