Because I had to.
Quick reminder that I probably won’t be posting over the next few days because when you’re reading this I will be in the hospital already.
I had another day where I didn’t get quite enough sleep and skipped the whole morning routine. Oh, but I have a new theory what I maybe can do for less foot pain. Haven’t had time to try it yet, though. I was thinking it feels like stretching my feet and calves doesn’t really help but there is this one exercise for knee mobility that makes me feet sigh in relief. So I’m thinking I should also try the rather unpleasant stretching exercise that I used to do for my hip (or was it the knee? One of those or maybe both) because it targets the same muscles.
I had a long list yesterday because I still needed to finish cleaning, needed to pack and do the usual household stuff.
I called my mother on the phone and she drove me up the wall by insisting not only that I take a taxi back home from the clinic but also to get my health insurance to pay for it Because that is the most important thing of all, apparently.
Now, I don’t know how I’ll feel when I leave the hospital but I’m guessing that I can probably get home on public transit with my husband’s help. I know that I’m not supposed to carry heavy things which is why I want somebody to carry my backpack. The walk from the train station home is 850 meters Normally that is definitely not a problem for me. If I feel too weak for that, though, I can also get off the train a station earlier and catch a bus that stops 100 meters from home.
So that call resulted in me researching even more about thyroid surgery because I felt more anxious after. The thing I need to remember is that a) my mother probably mixes the two train stations near our house up. We used to always walk to the one that’s further away because that reduced the train fair by half. It takes more than fifteen minutes to walk there. And b) my mother is so frail these days that she couldn’t walk all the way to the nearer train station even on a good day, at least I think so.
My husband wanted to make hamburgers and baked potatoes but we also had green asparagus so we ended up with this lunch:
Not the best meal I’ve had. Asparagus doesn’t really mix well with the other ingredients. Also, I have to say I don’t really like mint in hamburgers. And – on a completely unrelated note – I might have ordered an asparagus peeler.
Lunch was pretty late so I did not take a long break but instead got going earlier than usual. I finally vacuumed the old part of the house, cleaned the washbasins and toilets, did the dishes, hung up a load of laundry, tried to show my husband how to listen to voicemail, changed my emergency contact on all forms to the boy’s cell, refilled all travel containers for shampoo and such and packed a small backpack and a purse. I decided to leave the bullet journal at home which feels weird and almost didn’t pack a towel.
I called the clinic and got told that I need to come in at 7.15 instead of 9 which makes quite the difference, talked with my husband a bit and with the boy over cheese toast (me) and grilled cheese (he has discovered how to make it in a pan and having real toast for it is a rare treat), finished packing, wrote this post, watched a bit of C-drama and went to bed early but not early enough.
Today will be an experience. If everything goes according to plan I’ll be back home on Wednesday, wish me luck!
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