Wednesday, October 8, 2008

going off the deep end (of the bed)

Anyone who's ever claimed to want the life of a cat has never had to lay around for a week. I'm here to tell you, it's boring. No matter how many great books, magazines, blogs, twitters (I usually boycott twitter, but I've started reading ester's because it's hilarious) there are to read, and no matter how many NPR podcasts there are to listen to, it all gets old. "Boo hoo," you say? Sad for me to be so inundated with free time? Don't make me sideswipe you with my good arm.

Yesterday the caginess and discomfort reached disastrous proportions. After a few meltdowns (wasting precious NPR and New Yorker time), I sat down in my orange chair and stared out at the beautiful October weather like a sanatorium patient. My thoughts ranged from appreciation for the light breeze to an intense desire for a torrential downpour. I figured if it was stormy, I wouldn't feel like a complete waste of space.

Wrong. It's rained for most of the day, and I still came close to throwing myself down the stairs this morning. But the Sauce kept me company this afternoon and things are looking up. She made me the best omelet ever for lunch, we read a few debate commentaries, watched some Friends, and now we're about to make an Indian curry for dinner.

So, my friends, if you're ever laid up for more than a few days, you can expect to have at least one short-circuit and a very, very sore butt.

1 comment:

Laura said...

I have semi-frequent discussions (I'm not sure why) about how I could never be a SAHM. (For reasons other than the simple fact that I will never be a M(om).) And this confirms it. Not that SAHMs don't DO stuff, but you know, I'd like to get out and about more. I was then trying to think about what I'd do if I were in your position, and I came up with pretty much the same things, but also knitting, until I realized that I wouldn't be able to do that with the arm thing, so I pretty much can never have surgery at all.

Also, yesterday, I had a kind of weird errand to run in the morning (details when the internet isn't involved. Nothing scandalous, though), and in the afternoon, it was stormy and cold and Violet curled up next to me, and there was no way I couldn't sleep. I enjoyed it.