The "Stir Crazy" phenomenon is common this time of year for people, such as myself that live in Northern Climates. Obviously, it's been made worse with my reduced mobility. Although I can get around better now with this it's still no, ahem, walk in the park. It takes a ridiculous amount of time to do the things I am accustomed to. Like walking.
And although the help I've received from my friends and family, not to mention the hot fucking things the guy I'm seeing does to me, I still prefer to do things for myself. I've always been independent; despite my shortcomings, I pride myself on getting shit done not only for myself, but also for others. Thus my current frustration.
I have at least 3 or 4 more weeks of hobbling around; money is an issue too in that, yes, I am receiving Worker's Comp, but it's not close to paying my bills - although I'll make it work. Oh, and my co-worker's have established a slush fund for me, which is amazing and so sweet of them. But I like to earn my money. Ugh.
In the meantime, I am attempting to embark on various projects, such as learning plumbing (my kitchen sink is screwed up), organizing my pictures and writing - or rather dreaming up concepts of how to apply my latent talents. That being said, I would stab someone for the ability to get back to the gym. Or be able to work my shitty little job.
Be grateful for your health!