I've officially booked off two weeks at work with the option of taking a third week off. I have a job where I have to talk a lot (and loudly!). I give workshops to adult learners. Ironically, my first workshop when I go back to work is "Communication". My coworkers jokingly(?) suggested I tape myself and then lip-sync. It didn't work for Britney Spears and she's much cuter than me.
I've lot a lot of plans for how to spend my recovery. I hope I'm recovered enough to enjoy them. I want to scrapbook even if drooling on the pages is a possibility. I think this would be a good time to take my free month of Netflix. I have lots of books to read and games to play. The OS told me no household chores. I wanted him to put it into writing so I could give it to my husband. Tell him I can't do anything for...let's say, three weeks, no, make it a month. I'm not greedy. No laundry, no mom taxi, no toilet scrubbing...sounds like a heavenly vacation to me even if I have a swollen potato head and pain.
Speaking of potatoes...When I was pregnant with the twins, the doctor told me I needed to be on bedrest. At one of my appointments, my husband jokingly asked if it was still okay for me to dig potatoes. (Doctor had NO sense of humor!!) I asked my OS if he would tell my husband - no potato digging. :)
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