I am under strict instructions not to lift anything, get the hoover out, dust, move furniture or basically anything. Hubby even locked the cupboard door where Henry is kept so that I wouldn’t get him out. I was hurt that he didn’t trust me and said so, so he unlocked the door and told me ‘Hands Off!’ Henry thus hasn’t budged.
So far, apart from washing and dressing myself, I have managed to make my bed (throw back duvet and tidy up each side), and get my own breakfast, plus make umpteen cups of tea during the day.
After yesterday’s meal supervision success, today I was allowed to put food in the oven, and (turn it on) then take it out when cooked and serve! I also washed up.
Honestly, there’s no stopping me once I get going.
Seriously, it is little things I can and am allowed to do that are keeping me sane.
My false ‘softy’ is still in the bag. I haven’t tried it yet as it’s more comfortable going braless at the moment. No painkillers today, though I may take a couple before bed so that I can sleep. I walked a little way with Hubby and the dog last night for her final wee and felt a sense of achievement. All three of us have had two very good nights, and Maggie has settled herself alongside me so that I’m not going anywhere without her knowing.
Blood test this afternoon, so I’ve avoided all sweet stuff like biscuits and chocolate. To be honest, I’m not feeling that hungry for it, though I don’t think I’d put up much resistance if a plate of chocolate hobnobs were put in front of me. I fancied jelly babies when we were at MSM’s and the packet didn’t last long. My sugars are usually around 4, but looking at this chart, 6 to 8 is perfectly acceptable.
It’s raining again today, so Maggie’s only been out first thing and for a short walk when Hubby got back from his ultrasound. That all went very well. Hopefully we are turning yet another corner.