Gimpy
So, you may ask, what does one do when one has had surgery on one’s foot and is stuck on one’s mother’s sofa? Well might you ask. Because there isn’t much.
One sleeps a lot, to begin with. One watches a lot of movies. Preferably some that one has already seen, because due to the vicodin one is on, it’s a pretty good chance that one will fall asleep smack in the middle. One tries to drink as little as possible, so that one has to get up and hobble to the rest room with the assistance of one’s little sister as seldom as possible. One tries to read childhood favorite books, like Anne of Green Gables, but one doesn’t make much progress. One chses the cat off the sofa because, cute as she is, she makes one sneeze. One sketches a lot…until one’s eraser is rubbed down to the point where is needs to be “sharpened” (this is one of those nice artist’s erasers that is made like a pencil only with erasr in the place of graphite) and one finds that there is no sharpener in the house. One eats a lot of hommus and strawberries. And one calls loudly and often for the ice in her ice pack to be changed…that is, as loudly as possible and as often as possible without alienating one’s family.
In the meantime, one tries to be amusing and endearing…because let’s face it, it is all one has to offer at the moment except rants over the situation in Darfur. That is not likely to make one’s family cheerful, much less helpful in the way of ice packs.
