I am here lurking, have been reading and listening, but no time to post.Will try to sort that tonight and respond to posts, I tried last night, fell asleep with laptop on me, sat upright!
Working, just about. mobility improved enough to crawl in with my crutch, and stand at my desk. Luckily it's literally by the door (DH drops me at a barrier, I walk around a corner, through a door to a lift, up 3 flights, then two security doors from the lift and about 10 steps to my desk, so hardly any walking) and I can get to the loo, make a drink without really passing people if I time it right (not that I do that, I get Ross to pick me up a super strong coffee from my fave cafe on route and that lasts me, i'll nuke it through the day, gross I know, but better than sludge coffee) and so I hardly had to move yesterday and no-one really noticed I don't think. I had two clients to see, and then it was obvious I couldn't move much but I just cracked on.
However, last night, I painted a wall
I know, I know. I took a shit ton of painkillers, sugar soaped the walls ready to paint, and being ever impatient, used a hair dryer to dry a wall so i could paint it (not really a wall, a tiny slither of wall near the back door). I didn't stretch, or bend, I used the ladder and then sat on the floor to do the bottom bit. Suffering today, but fuck it, I love decorating! well, I don't really enjoy the boring prep stuff but the painting bit I do. This isn't decent colour, it's just base prep, but looks better already. It was lovely as the children were in bed, DH was out for the night, I had the kitchen to myself, and I just enjoyed working on making it ours. I hate that I can't do this stuff any more, it it weren't for my back I would be cutting in the ceiling, and all sorts, but I just did what I could and lowered my expectations of what I considered to be successful for me. I then had a cuppa in the kitchen that I cleared once I had finished, and looked at how it's gonna be next week. it's not kayaking, but it's something.
About to take lots of painkillers and go to work. Had a meeting that has been cancelled, so now can immerse myself into risk assessments and not speak to anyone. Pain is high, I have numb patches that I don't care to think of, but I can walk, unlike at the weekend and so I am ploughing on. 19th December is my goal, I can do that.
Oh. And my big boss has authorised my absence for surgery and recovery as paid disability leave, so it won't count towards my sick record. YEY.