Such a Silly Girl Am I

So, I guess I should have read my previous blog entry before I tried to cook breakfast this morning? I tried to fry up some thin steaks & make rice- sounds easy, right? Takes about 7 minutes to cook the breakfast steaks, just have to put everything into the rice cooker for rice, and maybe make some gravy, and done.

HA HA HA HA HA!

One of my crutches slipped and knocked the handle of the frying pan- I caught it, and burned my hand. The other crutch fell back into the cord of the rice cooker, had to catch that too. Tweaked my knee, and decided to sit on the floor in a pile of knee brace, crutches, and tears for a bit, had a little pity party. I'm laughing about it now, and it's not even the drugs that are making me laugh- but this morning, MAN, was I feeling pretty bummed!

From now on, I'm going to eat cold meatballs at the fridge unless someone comes over to cook for me or bring me something else to eat. Maybe I'll make some toast, or maybe I'll just eat some bread or crackers... no more cooking, no more trying to carry food or dishes with my crutches, no more trying to walk with one crutch while carrying anything else. Idunno, maybe I'll order a pizza tomorrow around noon- that should be good for all meals, but I hate to think of what it will do to my stomach!

Anyhoo- that's enough of my random ramblings. I'm working on some stuff for my inspirational blog, so stay tuned!

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Part II

I just tightened my knee brace, the beast that goes from hip to ankle, and I was so excited that I got to tighten it- that meant the swelling in my leg had gone down! And then I looked at my leg, all wrapped in cloth and tape, and realized that it's still about as shapely as a tree trunk, and still incredibly swollen. *whimper*

*choice expletive*

And then I hear dear Dana's voice "It's only been 3 days after your surgery." And it has only been 3 full days! I guess I put a much higher expectation on my body to heal. I did this after my last surgery too, and it was about 2 or 3 days into the healing process that I felt the same, "What did I do? Why did I do this? When will my poor body look normal again?"

I'm pretty sure it's just a matter of a busy, long, day, pain that hasn't gone away since Octoboer, and my restlessness, and not really sleeping more than 4 hours at a time, served with a side of self pity.

*half grin* Yeah, as I type, I realize I'm a dork. At least I'm able to laugh about it!