When the doctors instructions say you should have someone stay with your for 48 hours after returning home from surgery, they don't take into account that when it's family you're liable to overdo rather than just kick your feet up. I managed a compromise, and spoke with the PT supervisor yesterday and got some helpful hints. The ice pack takes two large inserts that go to mush very quickly and it is huge and saggy, so I'm just putting one pack into the case and that works better. The calf-squeezing things slide all around. Not comfortable.
The medical folks probably didn't expect me to make a birthday coffee cake this morning or make small personal pizzas for lunch, but anyway, everyone has headed home and now I will relax some more. PT starts tomorrow.
After a phone conversation with her partner my daughter asked me for a COVID test; since the partner wasn't feeling good she figured they both should take the test so I'd know if I had anything else to make me miserable. Everyone came out negative. That's the reason for keeping a few extra boxes of these things around.
This is the strangest year; it's like we catapulted directly from May to August. Hot as hell out there and no sign of it letting up.