Last week of freedom

Officially this is my last week at home, as I return to work on Monday. I'll only be working from 9am-2pm to get started, but once I tack on 2 hours of PT (which starts at 2:45pm) it's basically a very full day. Well, only 3 days a week will be like this. I get a reprieve on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but am supposed to do my exercises at home 2x/day. We'll see how that goes.

This week has been very challenging for me. Since I was cleared on Monday by my doctor I have wanted to conquer the world--or at least the clutter in my house. On Tuesday, I started with Ryan's room and cleared out 3 boxes of stuff to take to Once Upon a Child. Problem is, the boxes are ready to go but I keep forgetting to have Aaron put them in my car because I can't carry them down the stairs and out the door. So, this will get done Saturday. Naturally, Ryan's room now looks like a cyclone went through because a 3 year old can total a room in about 3.5 seconds flat. Grrr...

I spent a couple of hours yesterday mucking out my bedroom since this hasn't been done since I was first put in a cast on October 4th. A lot of clutter builds up in 4 months--I was shocked! I took 4 whole bags of clothes to the Salvation Army and it still doesn't look like I have made much progress. OK, so I probably haven't purged in longer than 4 months--most likely during "spring cleaning" last year. Sheesh.

The good news--I put on and zipped up pants that I could not wear at the end of last summer. I was shocked! I haven't weighed myself yet, because I hate seeing the # and prefer to go on how things fit. But, it appears that I've lost one whole pant size and that's pretty crazy considering how sedentary I have been since October.

The bad news--all of this activity has really made my foot hurt and swell up like mad. I did so much yesterday before PT that it hurt before PT even started. Last night it ached almost as bad as a week or two post-op, so that really clued me into the fact that I have to slow down and take (excuse the pun) baby steps to get things done.

So today I'm resting and taking it easy. I feel guilty, like I should be doing something, but my body says NO! I have a horrible time just sitting around when I could be doing something productive. This surgery didn't fix that problem. I think only psychotherapy will.