I decided that I could weed the garden as long as I was down on the ground in one position and wasn’t about to pick up the containers of weeds. I did have a helper in the form of MJ, but I think I did more getting up and down again than I did actually weeding, what with giving directions and making sure it was weeds only that were picked. I sure paid for that experience the next day.
The following day, I decided that taking my long pruning clippers and cutting down all the Scotch Thistles, which were up to 5 feet tall and a nice purple colour, would be fine. Not so. I came in a half hour later and didn’t realize the muscles that were used to do that. I came to the decision that ‘light duty’ ment doing nothing. The surgeons receptionist told me off for doing those things! AND when the say NO driving, they really do mean NO driving.
I am into week four now and really don’t notice my tummy, except when I cough, sneeze or have hiccups. I can’t bend comfortably and have problems picking things up off the floor. Of course, heavy things are still a no-no and I still notice that pulling sensation when I push open doors or move some things. It’s nice to take the binder off and not have stitch pulling sensations, but they start to pull when I move around.
With all the planning that I did prior to having the surgery, all should have gone smoothly, right from watering the animals, to containing them, to having a working duck pond and a relatively clean house. The only thing I didn’t plan for and wasn’t sure how to solve the problem, of the dogs and their 3 gallons of water they drink a day. It is no fun walking back and forth with juice jugs of water, filling a big tub for them. It took me a couple of weeks to get to washing the left dishes and coffee filters dumped in the sink. The floor hasn’t seen a broom or a mop in a month now and the dust bunnies are multiplying. MJ vacuumed the rugs for me as they were just about ready to walk away, and I am really not sure what got shoved under the bed. It sure would have been nice to be left with a vehicle that I could have gotten into, and driven with more comfort than the Ram, and have numerous animal problems taken care of before I was left alone.
With all that has happened as a result of me being totally laid up for this length of time, I am wondering why I have the animals and birds that I do, and why I slave away in the garden. I had assumed, wrongly it seems, that what BC and I have had, was a partnership in this ‘home.’ All of what went wrong here, both inside the house and outside, was, to me, common sense stuff. Make sure animals have food and water, make sure they are safe from predators, etc. I was also under the impression, from all that I have heard and read, is that a guy will do anything to please his woman. Is that what happened? I was supposed to be pleased to be left with masses of dishes, loose animals, unwatered animals? Ohhhh, I forgot. He is the bread winner and I am the Jackie of All Trades keeping the home together.
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