Today was the first day I got myself out of the house and made my way to work. Driving! I am only on paracetamols now and it was about time I got out. Plus I needed milk. Which is not something I get at work, but I figured that since I would be at work, I might as well visit the supermarket as well.
While at work I talked to several colleagues I hadn't seen in several weeks and one of them asked me where I had had my operation (and no, he didn't mean which hospital). I showed him where on my body the zip could be located and he thought I was joking. He didn't believe that where I pointed (from the navel down) was where I had been operated. He figured it would be either the shoulder or the knee, since I am after all a busdriver and that's where busdrivers have their problems.
After visiting my colleagues and the office, I made my way to the supermarket. Not my small local one, but the big huge one that is always way too busy. Although they do have more choice in flowers so I got the carnations I like which is good. I had made sure I had plenty of plastic bags with me, so I wouldn't overload any bags with my shopping. I am after all not allowed to carry more than 5 kg (about 10 pounds). In turn that meant five trips to the car to get everything home.
In other news: the toilet is sorted. The water has stopped and it sounds a lot better. Now it's just hoping the rest will be sorted soon as well.