Well, no, actually. Taking it easy is nice when you're choosing to do it of your own volition, but it isn't quite as fun when it's done on doctor's orders. *sigh*
See, I went in for surgery today to have this lipoma removed from my back, between the shoulder blades and almost directly over my spine. The thing was there for several years and just kept getting bigger, so out it had to come. It's outpatient surgery, which means I get to go home and sleep in my own bed and I get to eat my hubby's delicious cooking instead of hospital food (yay!), but I've discovered today just how many movements require the use of the back muscles. Anything that strains the incision means more recovery time. Which means I'm not going to bounce back from this as swiftly as I'd imagined. (It also takes a reeeeeelly long time to type up entries, since I'm temporarily reduced to hunt-and-peck typing rather than the usual speedy touch typing. This one's taken me nearly 10 minutes already. Feh. But it's not as though I have pressing business to attend to.)
