Sorry for the silence over the weekend. I usually like to put a little something up, but sometimes I’m just… flat. And this was one such weekend.
I didn’t leave the house on Saturday. I got dressed and had some caffeine to boost my energy. Then I waited for it to kick in. And waited. And waited. After 45 minutes, I realized I was staying put.
Being housebound is inconvenient, but actively missing things is far, far worse. That may sound the same to healthy people, but I promise you that it’s not.
Housebound means you have to have a low-key day. It might be annoying if you need food, contact lens solution, entertainment, etc.
But you can get around that for a day or two. There are restaurants that deliver, you can keep your lenses in overnight, libraries have e-books, and you can always find something on Netflix/Hulu/Amazon Prime.
The real frustration comes when you’re actively missing things.
I missed a sale, and it’s definitely not the first time. But it’s far worse when you have to cancel plans. You’ve been looking forward to it; your friend/partner/spouse has been looking forward to it. And you have to beg off.
You feel guilty that you disappointed the other person — especially if it’s a partner/spouse that was finally going to get a date night — and you think about the fun you could be having. But can’t.
So that was my Saturday: low-key activity and low level guilt.
The problem is that Tim’s back has been even worse than normal. I think the dog-sitting did him in. He was going to the guest house multiple times a day to check/fill their food and water. And he was bending/squatting down to pet them for awhile.
It was bad enough that the last massage barely made a dent. He couldn’t turn without a lot of pain, so driving was out of the question.
This means I had to ferry us around for a change, which always exhausts me. That, several hours out on my birthday and a couple nights of mediocre sleep meant I was drained on Saturday.
We did, however, make it to our massage appointments on Sunday. Tim’s back is doing moderately better, but we’re having him get another one on Tuesday to try to get him back to a good baseline.
As I recently (half) joked on Twitter, Tim and I have to take turns being sick.
Up until recently, he generally felt better than me. So he’d run to the grocery store, the post office or to get convenience food. But these days, I’ve felt better than he has, so I have to shoulder the responsibility.
I’m really hoping he can get back to a normal level of pain soon. Obviously, I want him to feel better. But it’s also that Tim’s ego/guilt levels don’t do well with the current circumstances. And frankly, I need to be the sick one for a bit.
In happier health news:
Tim had his first aquatic therapy session on Friday. He was sore right afterward, but it didn’t set him back overall. Comparatively, regular physical therapy meant two to four days of pain.
As for me, I’m down to my lightest weight in about 13 years. Woot!
I’m looking to lose about a pound a week. Or the equivalent thereof, since I’m building up some leg and arm muscle.
So I should be able to lose around three more pounds before Charlotte. We’ll just have to see if my motivation can continue after FinCon. It didn’t last time.
Have you guys been housebound lately? What did it make you miss? If you’re healthy, how are you doing with your exercise/intended exercise routine?