One week after surgery, I'm feeling well enough to sleep a bit less, but not pain free enough to do cartwheels or spend more than ten minutes on my feet. I think this is the danger stage, because I think my brain cells are atrophying. I'm finding myself watching shopping channels of all things. This is depressing! It's time to tackle a good book.
Our son gave me a copy of "Proof of Heaven", an account of a surgeons near death experience. I guess since I made it through surgery he figured it was a safe choice. He was very taken with this book, so I think I'll give it a try, in small doses.
Cleaning up and renaming duplicate photo files is my other non-exciting days activity; but something I've been doing in small doses before surgery and now I certainly have the time to hopefully finish this chore. It's another job that I can only do in small doses before I go bleary eyed. So I think it's time to open Paint Shop Pro and get to work until I'm ready to nap or find another old movie to watch.