So for two weeks, I yearned for my nice ergonomic setup at home. (I really hate typing on a laptop. Better than nothing, but not much. There’s a reason why I don’t have carpal tunnel, I’ve arranged my life to avoid it.)
Got up at six o’clock this morning to get to work at the other job, and … my monitor blew up. The screen was covered with little lines, and then it just stopped working. So now I’m working at my kitchen table, which is far from ideal.
Here’s the thing: I do have credit now, I ordered another one. But as those of you who have had credit for years know, the balance only seems to grow and it produces much anxiety. (I just ordered a bunch of little stuff for my recovery that Medicare doesn’t cover. That was before I discovered that my walker simply doesn’t fit though the hallway of my apartment. (I kept telling them at rehab how small it was, I don’t think they believed me. Ha, ha!) And not to be indelicate, but the new commode barely leaves six inches between me and the wall. This just felt like the final straw.
Boy, I really miss those spacious rooms and hallways at the rehab.
What I’m realizing is, I’m already banging into a lot of stuff here and it’s making me nervous, because obviously, I don’t want to fall. I’m not sure I can handle crawling behind my desk and reinstalling the wires for the monitor, I’ll have to get someone up here to help. But since we’re expecting either The Storm of The Century (or some rain), it will take a few days to arrange that. I AM READY TO SCREAM. (Sorry.)
Turns out I’m feeling wobbly because my repaired knee is at least an inch longer than the other one.
I also need a bunch of not-cheap supplements to help the nerves regenerate. No one told me that nerve pain was going to be a major problem. I’m just sitting here, minding my own buisness, (or in bed, trying to sleep) and these massive electric jolts hit my leg! Three to six months to heal, according to what I read. I want to hurry that along.
Anyway, if you would like to contribute, I’d appreciate it. Thanks!