Sylvia's Journal

I returned to work this morning, from my armchair. My computer is set up as if I am in the office, no one would know, except my office mates. But many of the people I work with aren’t in the Cambridge office anyways, so no difference to them.

After two meetings and some review work I noticed my flagging energy half way through the day. I had set myself some goals, things to complete, emails to read, to send, documents to read and phone meetings to attend, as if I hadn’t had a significant operation; funny how I fooled myself.

Axel has returned to his usual schedules of errands and doctors’ visits to deal with the various body parts that need expert attention and so I spent a good part of the day alone. I am well equipped now to take care of my needs, with my scooter and its basket full of necessities: a phone, a cup of tea or coffee, a water bottle, Tylenol or a piece of fruit.

The crutches are retired except for duty once I am upstairs where there is no knee scooter and I hobble around the old fashioned way.

I have requested a handicap placard for my car so I can park in handicap spaces or at parking meters for free, at least for the next few months. With icy winter weather coming our way I don’t want to be parked far from indoor spaces or scoot long distances. Traveling with my scooter is the next challenge, one I will tackle on my birthday 8 days from now.