This is, uh day eleven of my recovery from a total hip replacement. I'm now a cyborg like Seven of Nine or was it Nine of Seven - no - the first. Only I'm not unbelievably beautiful and smart. I do have a hip artisanially created from ceramic, stainless steel and titanium. And I got rid of the crocodile that has been crunching my bones for the last few years. That was, after all, the point of seeing three orthopedic surgeons, taking four flight to Corner Brook and St. Anthony (on the island), and then having major surgery.
Now I'm ensconced in bed, surrounded by phones and android, tissues, novels, sketchbooks (3 of them!), a reacher for picking up the fallen, and other flotsam and jetsum. As of Sunday I could get in and out of bed without Ron needing to move my foot. First I would lasso it then drag it to the bed edge. Now it moves , though stupidly, with my desire.
Me: Foot! Move, l need to pee!
Foot: La la la! I can't hear you.
Me: Now come on foot! It isn't my fault - they had to cut up the thigh to fix my hip.
Foot: Right. Well next time maybe you'll have the decency to inform me of your plans.
Me : Sorry. Could you just move yourself a tad? No?
And so on. It is still grumbling like a righteous 14 year old but moving all the same.
Today I have a couple of goals.
1. Get changed.
2. Write blog post. (done!)
3. Draw at least two hatching drawings.
4. Contact EI to get benefits rolling.
5. Stroll about some on my walker.
6. Write something...?
Okay - the point of this post arises. I can't really write real stuff on this android. Short posts, responses on threads - that's about it. Cannot sit on computer chair. So...is it reasonable to think I'll be able to use this rather than large amount of time to work on my novel?
What do you think? Any suggestions?