As most of you who read my mindless yappings know, my back and hip is in bad shape. I had a week where things seemed on the upswing, then a relapse, but in that period, I decided that no matter how much it hurts, I have to start doing normal things, within reason.
Which means, if there is something I can do that I don't have to sit for extended periods of time, squat, bend over, run, lift heavy things, or sleep for over 5 hours...or have sex...I'm your man.
So of course, my mom immediately wants me to put together a glider she bought. That takes 4 of the six. My wife comes up with a honey do list, which entails all six of the actions. I have a few things myself I'd like to do, but I understand, and want to wait for the boy to get home, so he can do the heavy work.
So now I am back to square one. I think that I am better off just pretending I can't do anything, so at least they can get that through their numb skulls. I just want to recuperate. The problem is, nothing is working. But I do know enough to not over do it.
I just wanted to vent a little. For two people who "have my best interests in mind", they sure don't listen to them.
