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amberfocusI'm walking without crutches and for the most part without the cane. I'm just not walking very far because it still hurts. My knee is quite wobbly. Not so much that I think I'm going to fall, but enough so that I sway a bit. It's getting stronger. The exercises are helping with that. But I won't be running any marathons for a long time yet. I know it's only been two weeks post surgery, but I was hoping to be home by now. I was hoping to be spending more time upright and that my knee wouldn't still be swollen. It's gone down a great deal, but not so much that I don't have to keep it up. I think I've gone through more ice in the past two weeks than I have in the entire summer and we had a ridiculously hot one, too. I'm finally off the narcotics and just taking 800 mg of Ibuprofen yesterday and today. I still have several pills left, but it makes me so foggy I'm just putting up with the pain now and cutting the edge off it instead.
I like having my brain back. I've written a bit, but not as much as I'd like. I've got 1000 words on the next chapter of Body Language and I wrote about 800 words on Tumbles, even though I don't think that's really going anywhere at the moment. I've been thinking out a fair bit of plotting for Stars as well. My drive to write, though, is mysteriously absent. I was hoping, with all the time I have to spend in bed, I'd be writing like a fiend, but I'm just not. I hate not having that drive. I don't even think it's that I'm losing interest. I just so often don't feel like it, is all. I finished my read through of A Sky Without Zeppelins. I have to say...there's really a lot of smut in that fic. I mean, a lot. I mean, I could have cut five chapters worth of smut out of that fic without affecting the story and still had A LOT of smut left. Quite possibly ten. I mean, seriously. Hmm. I seem to have quite taken to the words "I mean."
I haven't done any Christmas shopping this year. I'm in a bit of a mood about Christmas. I pretty much want it to just go away and come back around February when it's a more convenient time. This is totally unlike me, but I don't even care. Chris has ordered some stuff online that hopefully will arrive before Christmas but probably won't. The kids know everything will be late this year anyway. Although Chris will get in early on the 24th so he could go do some shopping with them. It's not like they won't get stuff from everyone else, so I don't feel too bad about being so bah humbuggy this year.
I've been mainlining episodes of The Dead Zone. Anthony Michael Hall really grew up to be very good looking and he was always an amazing actor, even as a kid. And the show is so well-cast with such brilliant acting. Once in a while the episodes get kind of dodgy, but for the most part they've been very well-written. I don't even care about the fact that I'm watching them with Chinese subtitles. They're actually less distracting than the Portuguese ones. I wonder if anyone's ever done a crossover between this show and Doctor Who. I'd love to see that.
Not much else to tell. I'm bored with being in recovery from surgery and tired of not being able to live a real life right now. I need fluff. I'm finding a bit, but there seems to be a real lack of any DW stories right now. Fortunately most of what is being posted is fluff. Still, I wish there was more.
