Patience Patient

Being patient. It's something I have never been known for. And yet now I am in the position of having to practice it.

Being a patient. I've never really been one before. Other than the occasional cold I've never been sick in bed for any  amount of time. And yet now I am in the position of having to be one. 

I keep waking up each morning thinking about what I have to do at work and then realizing I don't have work to go to. That's if I can remember what day of the week it is. Then I go to swing my body out of bed and remember the cast on my leg and the knee scooter parked next to the bed and the fact that going to the bathroom is a protracted exercise in the precise manipulations of angles, tangents, and vector phases. 

And that's when I lose my patience. It's a momentary thing I admit, a primal scream against the reality I find myself in. Generally I'm able to continue on with my day. This morning though was different. It might have been the rush I was in to get it together so I could catch the first Premier League match of the day (yes, I get up early on weekend mornings so I can watch English soccer on the computer -- so sue me). It might have had something to do with all the fun I had last night when friends came over to share dinner and a few bottles of wine. It might have been mixing my pain meds with the wine. Whatever the reason I was unsteady on the scooter and in an attempt to open the door to let the cat in I fell. On the bad foot. 

Pain will teach me to be patient.