My LiveJournal weirdness quotient

I have no idea what this means, but apparently my LiveJournal weirdness quotient is very low. My writing style is "simplistic," which I find mildly insulting. ( Clicky here for details )

Surgery tomorrow

So: surgery tomorrow at 1:15 p.m. I felt better today, so I went in for a couple of hours, just to clear off my desk and talk to the HR people before starting my medical leave. Fortunately, it's a pretty good time to take the leave. My attorneys have just settled several cases and so it'll be quiet around the office this month.

It's been sinking in today that this is a little bigger deal than I had initially realized. I had expected that I'd have the surgery and I'd go home, spend maybe Wednesday recovering and then I'd be back at work maybe half a day on Thursday and Friday, depending on how I felt.

My human resources manager laughed at me. "Oh, no," she said. "We weren't planning on you coming back for two weeks. And you are NOT coming back until you have a note from your doctor saying it's okay.

My doctor said the same thing. "And you're not driving at first, and you're not lifting anything heavier than a six-pack for at least a week.

It suddenly occurred to me: I can't even lift my own damn purse?

I was surprised, but there was another secretary legal administrative assistant who did indeed require two weeks at home before she was able to come back to work. "The anaesthesia really knocks you out. And they pump CO2 into your belly, which can really hurt as you're recovering. It really knocked me absolutely flat for two weeks."

Well, okay. I won't plan on coming back for at least a week, certainly, and then I'll just assess how I'm doing after that. And I'm not planning on biking for at least three weeks, maybe four. *sigh*

So I told Rob and the girls, and the girls angelically promised to do the cooking, etc., while I'm recovering. (I think Delia in particular is looking forward to that.) Now that I've adjusted my thinking, I think I can find some pleasure in this. Imagine. I will be forced to let up for at least a week, maybe more. Not lift anything. Not drive anywhere. Not be the responsible one. Wow. I will sit on the porch and enjoy the nice weather. I will read and I will nap. I have plans on sitting in the rocking chair in the girls room in a pleasantly fragile state and watching and directing as they go through their clothes and possessions--we want to cull stuff out, preparatory to rearranging the furniture, to separate the bunk beds (don't worry--I don't plan on shifting any furniture around). We will put up Delia's rack on the wall for her karate belts--I need to get one for Fiona, too.

And I might actually come up with an abstract for that fantasy conference and get it in on time.

I will take it easy. I promise. And I will sit around and do nothing. Cool.