I've been cleaning up my computer desk a bit (not too much now ... don't be shocked LOL). I found an envelope with a bunch of gift cards in it. I suspect they were all loaded and used - almost always at Barnes & Noble for my e-books, but I'll have to double-check each one before shredding it. I suppose I need something to do when I'm not supposed to do anything after surgery. That better not last for long, though. I'll go crazy and poor Chickie will mutiny if she has to work with DH every day.
Mutiny will happen at my little shop if I'm gone for too long. DH will complain about Chickie, and Chickie will complain about DH, and they'll both be right. *sigh* |
I wouldn't blame her at all, though. DH is a bit of a PITA to work with. He's busy doing book work or working on stuff in the shop's basement, and he's little to no help when it comes to customers. It's one of the major reasons why I want out of there. It's not fair on Chickie or on me when we have to work with him. He pulls his weight, but not on the sales floor and that's where that second body is really needed. But ... that problem is for the future, one problem at a time right now.
My afternoon tomorrow is taken up with pre-surgery stuff - making sure everything is in place and ready to go for Wednesday morning's surgery. The actual surgery is scheduled for 8:00 am - 10:00 am. DH wants to be at the hospital, so he'll get the computers up and turn the security alarm off so that Chickie can get into the shop and start the day. I can run through the schedule with her tomorrow so that everyone is on the same page. I'll try to get some grocery shopping done too, if I can squeeze it in.
My major hassle will be cooking. I'll have surgery Wednesday morning, and probably will be home sometimes Wednesday, Thursday at the latest, If I'm stuck at the hospital for the full day, I'll have to have DH bring me an alkagizer from home so that I have something reasonable to eat. I refuse to eat 90% of the crap they tend to have available in hospital kitchens. I'm not going to eat something that will make me sick or feel worse than I already will from the surgery. Makes no sense to me. Hopefully I'll be released in the afternoon and able to go home instead of stay longer in hospital.
Yes, it is a thing. And in my shop, where we are lifting and pulling heavy bins of product every day, it's something I need to think seriously about too. |
I know I'll have some lifting restrictions - usually on the order of "nothing heavier than a 1/2 gallon jug". The last time I was restricted was when I broke my arm. I think that lasted for about three days before I just said "The hell with this" and started working on motions to strengthen the arm so that I could do my job. I suspect I'll be doing something similar this time too - depending on how I feel with certain motions. Squatting and getting back up? Carrying something heavy from one place to another? Standing or sitting at the computer? It's all things I do regularly in any day, so I'll be playing things by feel and trying to use a little common sense ... but not go too crazy on the common sense ideas - LOL.
So, I'm quitting today's post here. I want some breakfast and hot tea, and I have to shovel a bit of overnight snow from the driveway before I put tire tracks through it. Have a wonderful Monday, and I'll be back tomorrow. Slava Ukraini.
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