Are you bored yet?

That was an interesting chat with Abi this morning. Paraphrased slightly but “Is recovery from major surgery boring?”

For someone like me with ants in my pants usually ( 🐜 🩲)then how do I cope with the low roller recovery lifestyle? Some interesting ( I think) reflections

First off, everything just goes slower. 33 seconds to get up the stairs (yes – I did time it once and I am not trying to beat that time now!) 2 1/2 hours to get up – have a tea, chat, get showered and dressed and eat breakfast. So there is just less time available to get bored in!

Then there is the exhaustion. A 5-10 minute walk around the garden with a coffee leads to a 10-15 minute lay down on the sofa to re-energise. Late afternoons I just need a a nap 😴. Again this takes away the time

I also get joy now in just being. I have Judith and 3 of the kids around. There is so much change about to start for all 4 of them so just sitting, listening to the daily updates and news, being part of the conversation, occasionally adding words of wisdom – more often sad Dads joke🤪. To sit in the middle of the main living space as cooking, cleaning, chats and conversation is a rare privilege. I have an amazing family – to have time with them (and the chance to send them on endless errands) is amazing. Not getting bored with this! Alongside this, short chats with family and friends bring a smile. Listening to their news.

And in a similar vein, enjoying TV. Perfect timing for the start of the football season and catch up opportunities (making sure I avoid crap gameshows and similar inane daytime shows). And when I need to drop off half way through when I am tired – no worries. Pause or rewind. Shawshank is a 2 1/4 hour film. It took me 5 hours to watch it all!

And finally there is the paperwork. Stuff to do with my health I need to sign up or check. The usual flow of household paperwork. As ever, there is always an email to sort! At least I now have a good reason for prevarication! 🥸.

So boredom hasn’t kicked in yet. Some very minor frustration at my lack of physical ability but acceptance is the only way to deal with that. Time will move that on. I do miss the dog walks but in another 2-3 months ….. (and frankly, the dog sleeps more than me!)