The Artist in Repose

So for the last few weeks, I have been on complete bed rest.  But Taryn, you may be asking, how does this differ from the previous eight months of your recuperation?  Well, Internet People, I will tell you.  This was how my day went before.

• 5:30 Awaken, do work stuff from the couch until 9:30 or so.
• 9:30- 11:30  Sit in chair.  Read.  Sit outside.  Play with dog.  
• 11:30 Go to Panera for a leisurely lunch
• 1:00  Go to library
• 2:00 Physical therapy twice a week.  It's a half hour drive to get there.  Catch up on latest offerings from John Denver on the way there and back.  (RIP)
• 5:00 Go to Target.  Ride in Handicapable Go-Kart Scooter. 

This seemed very boring back then and I am sure I complained about it.  Oh, dumb me.  This is how my day goes now.

• 5:30 Awaken.  Roll over.  Work while laying on my left side in bed.  Surprise!  Stock stuff is still boring in bed.
• 9:30 Big move of the day, going from the bedroom to the living room bed.  Oh the places you'll go indeed!
• 9:30- 10 PM  Somehow fill the hours in the day while lying on left side in the living room, occasionally sitting for no more than a half an hour, while life happens around me.  

Now, please don't misunderstand, my family is very entertaining.  I have had wonderful friends visit.  I am also filling the hours utilizing my amazing artistic ability.

(Note to gallery owners/operators:  I am available for exhibitions for a reasonable fee)

I feel really lucky to work from home because obviously I would have been screwed.  But, and this may shock a lot of people but I need to be honest here, bed rest is not fun.  My bones and muscles ache, I am epically bored, I am worried about my hip and the Bears lost last weekend.  Oh woe is me. 

So basically I find myself in the weird position of missing physical therapy, eating out by myself and sitting outside in the yard.  My old life of going out with friends, going to movies and plays, going on vacation, walking the dog, bending and twisting, etc etc, seems so far away right now that I don't even miss it.  I thought having to use crutches was a major pain in the ass, but bed rest trumps everything else.