I am well into the 'aaaaagh, want to leave the bloody house' stage of the game. My left big toe (or 'Great Toe' to use the medical nomenclature) is still pretty sore and doesn't take me standing up (or it being down) very well at all, so I'm still couch bound and using crutches to hobble about the house on food and loo missions. The rest of the time I hover about the tubes, or watch things or read books. Pain meds and antibiotics are making me a bit nauseous at times and my temper's flared up a few times this week, from that and generally being cooped up.
But! ACC is being sorted out and I've received visits from friends and cards from Tamsyn's family and work and my folks. And my support network is being really amazing, and a few times people have just been so awesome that I felt a bit weepy from the random acts of kindness. And Tamsyn's being patient and understanding and generally brilliant about the whole thing.
So, whinging aside, it's a small thing really. I know this, even if keeping perspective while sitting here pained, grumpy and fidgety is sometimes beyond me.
I'll tell you what though, I would trample the homeless for a slice of toast. It'll be a good day when my blood sugar rights itself and I can up my carb intake again.
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