I still feel a bit like I pulled a muscle deep inside, particularly in the middle of the left side of my back, and kind of under my left rib cage. Pain in those places flare up if I move in the right way, so I still bend over, or get in and out of seats, or get in and out of the car, very carefully. And even though I was sent home with oxycodone and methocarbamol just in case I needed it, I have not taken it and have no expectation that I will; taking Extra Strength Tylenol roughly three times a day is mostly doing the trick.
That said, Alexia is staying the night tonight, and so I moved the car to park on the street so she could park in our spot. Driving was harder than I anticipated, it hurt my back a bit to steer. I'm glad I'll be taking the Tylenol again soon.
Shobhit is out of town for the weekend; he booked a trip to Portland before the accident happened, and his bookings are nonrefundable. There was a day or two there where he thought he would cancel the trip anyway, but from the start I told him to wait until we saw how I was feeling on Friday. You can judge him for going if you want; I wanted him to. I had just had a weekend getaway without him last weekend, and I want him to get his. For the record, the very last thing he said this morning when he left was that he'd still stay home if I wanted him to, but I told him to go. He was also reassured by the fact that not only is Alexia visiting today, but she's staying overnight. We're doing a double feature of movies in the condo today, and then we're seeing
The Mandalorian and Grogu tomorrow, which was what our plan had been on Tuesday when my bike crash changed everything.
Had I known how hard driving would still be, I would have been more insistent that Shobhit move the car himself. Well, it's too late for that now, and I didn't realize. Neither did he, I guess. Nobody's perfect, leave us alone!
Shobhit also loaded the laundry when we decided to do laundry this morning; before he left he moved the lights to the dryer and put the darks in the washing machine. I unloaded and put it all away later. I did it very slowly and it was still a bit tiring, but it was okay. I suppose some people might think I should be doing nothing at all and resting only, but I just can't. I'd do that if the doctors explicitly said that was what I should do—in which case, Shobhit would not have left town—but none of them did. They wanted me walking around, and even gradually increasing my activity. I mentioned in
yesterday's post that my discharge paperwork was very thorough about all this. I may even walk to Walgreens today to pick up a prescription for Shobhit, it's only six blocks. I haven't fully decided on that one yet, though.
Also, I'm happy to report that the 174.3 lbs I weighed yesterday was down to 171.8 lbs this morning. I know this isn't exactly important, but it makes me happy. I also feel less bloated; I've been able to use the bathroom more. I still feel a certain pressure throughout my abdomen that I imagine is still residual blood from the internal bleeding, which I was told will take one to two weeks to be fully reabsorbed into my body.
It still hurts to do anything that suddenly constricts any abdominal muscles, and quite a bit at that, from sneezing (I made that mistake only once yesterday) to coughing to even sniffing sometimes. I just have to be careful is all. I'm actually glad the doctor recommended I work from home for at least a week, and I accepted that as the plan immediately; it saves me any internal deliberation about it if the doctor hadn't said anything along those lines. I'm still in a state that makes it clear I'm better off taking it easy. And I mean being somewhat active, but taking it easy—not doing nothing at all. I'll be spending most of the day sitting around anyway; Alexia's coming mostly just to watch movies with me.
And I already watched one on my own, which I found available currently on Tubi:
Flee, my favorite movie I saw in 2022. It was my first rewatch, and it still packed a significant emotional wallop. Some might find that a strange choice to watch while recovering, but whatever. I love that movie. It's the kind of movie with tough content that Alexia would never go for, though; the movie's we'll be watching together today are far more light in tone—a romantic-comedy double feature of
When Harry Met Sally... and
Four Weddings and a Funeral.
Anyway. Alexia sent me her Maps ETA and she'll be here in about ten minutes. I need to give myself a bit more time than usual to get down to the garage to let her in.
[posted 2:04pm]
