Physio can't do anything for me ATM, so I just have to sit tight and behave. No standing for long periods, no lifting, I even had to learn how to roll from side to side in bed. They suggested I get a grabber for picking stuff up off the floor (that causes hubby great amusement), and that I don't bother with socks (um hello, November in Ottawa). Hubby has been helping by walking the dogs in the morning as well as at night, at least a couple of times a week. When I walk them they get very bored. I'm way too slow for them these days.
The weird part is that I've just gotten this huge kick of energy too. I'm ready to start moving things around, packing stuff up, getting ready to paint and I'm not supposed to be doing any of it. I'm building these huge lists of stupid stuff I want to do, there are some plants that need planting, I want to make sure the windows get washed on the outside, there is some touch up painting I'd like to do on the exterior, some yard stuff that needs to be put away...and so on.
Then to the inside, this weekend I hope to tackle the rest of the computer graveyard, but I'll need hubby to help lug the machines around. Once that room is clear, I'll move the rest of my junk out of the craft room so we can get to painting. (or rather so hubby can). Then we start the room shell game, as everything is currently stored in the wrong room. Sewing stuff is in the dining room, craft stuff is in the nursery, nursery stuff is in the spare bedroom...we'll have to see where it all ends up.
Luckily I've gone from having a pretty booked weekend to not much going on at all, so hopefully it will be a productive one.