Life's been much of the same, leg-wise, all weekend. I had a friend in town, and I let her crash with me, which was pretty fun. It definitely broke up a lot of the monotony I've been dealing with for the past week! But alas, she's gone home. My mom visited me again today, bringing lots of groceries with her, but she won't be back till Wednesday (we're going to try to get me over to her apartment--sans Loki--then).
The good news is that I seem to finally be improving. I still have the world's saddest limp, but ankle pumps are getting easier, my limp is less pronounced, and I have much less pain. I'm starting to hurt myself from walking, though. My left knee is constantly getting hyper-extended from the position it's in when I limp, and I have definitely twisted my right leg twice. The latter wouldn't be so bad, but since my leg is far from healed, it's pretty painful and I'm sure it just adds more inflammation.
I also haven't had a fever since Friday evening, for the first time since the weekend right after surgery. It's definitely nice, only because fevers make me feel really shitty (not because a fever after surgery is necessarily a bad thing).
But I'm definitely ready to stop being stuck in my bed. My back (both my shoulders and my lower back) are stressed from being in bed all day, every day, I'm sick of my apartment, I'm tired of not seeing my friends who haven't offered to visit (this is not a hint; there really isn't anything to DO here, trust me). I want to take a real shower VERY badly, and I would wear something other than a tank top and sweat shorts, but that's really the best thing to wear when I'm stuck in bed all day with bandaged calves. I have the immense pleasure of having my period right now, which is a lot more obnoxious when I'm stuck in bed and can't take a real shower.
As much as I love Loki, and I know he's thrilled to have me (and other people) around a lot, I really need some time away from him. It's good that he can fly around, since I can't really get up a lot to deal with him, but that means he refuses to spend a lot of time in his cage. Right now, it's almost midnight, and he's sitting on top of his cage, SCREAMING for no reason (and by "no reason," I mean, "because I won't let him sit on the plastic tumbler full of water that's on my nightstand, since he has totally knocked it over in the past, and I can't deal with that right now, Loki, OKAY?").
I am so, so ready to move on and start physical therapy, because I am so bored and tired of being stuck in bed with these legs.