Baggy got illogically scared about going to bed last night, so didn't go up until gone midnight and then read a book. Cal tottered up at 1.00am and like a good nurse checked on Baggy. Baggy was still scared. Clever Bird explained that Baggy was worried that she'd need help for some reason and that Calum wouldn't hear her calling; there's no hospital alarm buzzer in the house sadly and Freda Fretter keeps reminding Baggy what happened yesterday morning. So Calum and Lady Eadwynn came up with a plan.
Lady Eadwynn's long bows, horse bow and quivers full of arrows are all propped next to Baggy's bed. They live there when they're not being used for Saxon re-enactment events and will be gathering dust until sometime next year. At the foot of the bed is the dividing wall to the spare room that Cal is sleeping in. So, easy. Remove an arrow from the quiver. Throw it at the wall. Cal went next door. Baggy gave it a go. Calum heard it - but then he was awake.
Calum went to bed. Baggy went back to her book. Within sixty seconds snores rent the air. Now would be the perfect time to check whether Lady Eadwynn's communication system was going to work. Baggy pulled an arrow out and was about to throw it when Clever Bird stopped her for two reasons. Firstly, if Cal were that tired it would be cruel to try to wake him. Secondly, Baggy was holding a "sharp" arrow and not one of the "blunt" rubber-tipped ones tried previously. Sharp arrows are designed to stick in and even throwing it by hand would not have ended well as far as the wall or possibly Baggy's feet were concerned! Baggy went back to her book.
At 3.00am she decided to risk sleep. She was fine. Once again she woke at 6.30am. After a wander, a cup of tea and painkillers, she decided she'd best get some more sleep. She woke up and emerged at about 9.30am but Baggy's confidence has been knocked and she woke up feeling extremely vulnerable. She does have quite a few physiotherapy exercises to do. Plus she's supposed to walk for five or ten minutes, three or four times a day. So later in the morning she suggested that Calum and Furry Mama take Minty Mutt for a little walk. Sadly, although delighted to be out in the cool, fresh autumn air, this plan didn't pan-out how she'd hoped. She thought she'd get to the end of the road, which is perhaps two hundred yards. She didn't manage fifty. But even that took five minutes. She went home and had to have a lie down feeling even more vulnerable and pathetic.
After a couple of hours of sleep Clever Bird woke up to realise that her planned trek down the road was a little previous! The requirement for the five minute walks was to prevent Baggy sitting on her bottom or lying in bed all day, which she is not even close to doing. Her wind-expulsion walks are much longer and more often than this requirement. Additionally whenever someone phones she wanders around in little circles whilst talking to them. In fact she's probably completely over-doing it! So time to do the other bit of the recovery plan. Rest.
Having taken this advice, Baggy was sitting down in an armchair with her laptop on her knee mucking about on t'internet. It's scary how heavy things like laptops are when you are not supposed to be lifting anything. But Baggy is finding constantly requesting help from Calum to be very difficult. Not because he won't help. He will instantly. Just because it's making Baggy feel pathetic. So she tried to slide her laptop from her lap onto the arm of the chair. She'd omitted to take account of the glass of squash on the table next to the chair, which she sent flying. Blackcurrant squash all over her mobile phone, Calum's laptop, creative Clara's blog notebook; well you get the picture. Half a ton more work for Calum; it would have been so much easier for him just to move the laptop. This was the last straw. Baggy had a total meltdown.
So although Clever Bird was hopeful and optimistic that Baggy would feel considerably better today. She doesn't. She needs to remember that it is only six days since major surgery was carried out and actually she isn't resting as much as she's supposed to be doing. She is also struggling emotionally, but that's because she thinks she's not doing as well as she should be doing. The brain expects Baggy to be as she was. She just isn't. But she will be again. She is however learning not to be too embarrassed about expelling air from all orifices at any time. She's even giving Calum a run for his money at it. Little things.
The good and very surprising news is that The Domestic Goddess made a very brief appearance after Baggy's meltdown! Blink and you'd have missed her, but Baggy was happy that she'd felt able to do a bit of washing up. She's pretty hopeless at the best of times - stick the word "not" anywhere you fancy in her name to get the full effect of her abilities: Not The Domestic Goddess; The not Domestic Goddess; The Domestic not-Goddess; The Domestic Goddess - not! But today she was chivvied into some action from a sense of guilt about how hard Baggy's husband has been working. That and the fact that Calum (although he has admitted he can see the challenge of managing such an old thatched house with furries everywhere) is a bit of a Domestic God. Stick "really" anywhere you like in there! But still, whatever motivated her it was good to see the Goddess for the first time in a while. Clever Bird did have to step in on Baggy's behalf though. Washing up - no problem for Baggy. Lifting the full washing-up bowl up to empty it of dirty water - not so bright, especially after the laptop incident! But actually it demonstrated that despite her feelings of today, Baggy is definitely on-the-mend.
Meanwhile, Creative Clara is doing a good job of trying to distract Baggy from her pain and insecurities by writing this blog in a notebook. She's also attempted to set up a blogging site, although thus far, even with Clever Bird's best efforts, she hasn't succeeded. The biggest challenge being that it's raining and windy outside so our little wi-fi dongle (our only option here) won't work, but at least it's using Baggy's brain cells........
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