"Little and often" is the way to go.
Jun. 3rd, 2012 12:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janewilliams20Yesterday, as previously reported, I managed about 10 minutes on my feet pottering around the kitchen before deciding that enough was enough. A little more pottering occurred late evening, too, after Dave had gone to bed.
This morning, prior to coming downstairs, I sorted out some of the pile of clothes that had been washed but not put away ("There's nowhere to hang them!" - no, that's because you filled the hanging space with T-shirts that should be folded and in the drawers). Then there was an "ouch" and some time lying down, then some more pottering in the craft/computer room, investigating whether the little three-legged folding camping stool will do as a leg-support so I can sit down up there. (Yes, it will, once the office chair is a little higher, since I can now lift the bad leg high enough to get it on the stool without knocking said stool over). More rest, then downstairs, and allowed Dave to get me breakfast.
I've just done more kitchen pottering, putting things away, sorting the recycling into a bag to go out, and chopping bits to go into pasta for lunch.
Looks like a 5-10 min potter followed by an hour sitting down with the leg raised works. The next experiment is cutting down the painkillers to a lower level - still every four hours, but a lower dose.
Tonight I may try going upstairs earlier and doing more pottering before bed - if I can clear the clothes completely, I'll be able to get at the main fabric stash and the thin white cotton I need to add a pocket to the new skirt. Clearing the computer/hobby room might let me get some painting done, but really the next job in there is for Dave to put my main PC back together, so I'd better leave him room to work. He took it apart to give me a better graphics card and a replacement hard disc, then I messed things up by escaping from hospital earlier than expected.
This morning, prior to coming downstairs, I sorted out some of the pile of clothes that had been washed but not put away ("There's nowhere to hang them!" - no, that's because you filled the hanging space with T-shirts that should be folded and in the drawers). Then there was an "ouch" and some time lying down, then some more pottering in the craft/computer room, investigating whether the little three-legged folding camping stool will do as a leg-support so I can sit down up there. (Yes, it will, once the office chair is a little higher, since I can now lift the bad leg high enough to get it on the stool without knocking said stool over). More rest, then downstairs, and allowed Dave to get me breakfast.
I've just done more kitchen pottering, putting things away, sorting the recycling into a bag to go out, and chopping bits to go into pasta for lunch.
Looks like a 5-10 min potter followed by an hour sitting down with the leg raised works. The next experiment is cutting down the painkillers to a lower level - still every four hours, but a lower dose.
Tonight I may try going upstairs earlier and doing more pottering before bed - if I can clear the clothes completely, I'll be able to get at the main fabric stash and the thin white cotton I need to add a pocket to the new skirt. Clearing the computer/hobby room might let me get some painting done, but really the next job in there is for Dave to put my main PC back together, so I'd better leave him room to work. He took it apart to give me a better graphics card and a replacement hard disc, then I messed things up by escaping from hospital earlier than expected.