My Stepfather's home is my version of "Tara". A Southern Style Plantation home nestled among wild azalea's, oak trees, and fenced pastures. It is my dream home. Sadly, I have been unable to leave "my lair" to play with the horses or walk down to the pond.
While others pursue races and fun activities I am just trying to stand on my own two feet. Literally. In the past few days out of the hospital I have made progress and in a whole day I can stand/walk a total of 10 minutes. For that matter, I am only awake about 5 hours of a day. Of that 5 hours I am zoned out on drugs watching movies. I have not felt like reading yet.
My lair is the upstairs portion of the house which is entirely devoted to kids or guests. There is a small den and then my room is very close by. It's these two rooms that forms my lair. I have everything I need so I rarely need to leave it except to get food. Most of the time it is brought to me. Unfortunately stairs are the only exit out of the lair. These are very hard to navigate and it takes me an eternity. I am always out of breath at the top and sometimes I have to take a break along the way. Today it is rainy and dark, and I have just gotten tired from blogging from within my lair. I will share more stories of the whole surgery when I feel better. For now, the beast must rest.
