I've got cabin fever lately.
Sure, I get out to therapy sessions at the hospital - sometimes three times a week.
And recently I joined a stroke survivors club. The first meeting I attended was a huge bore: all about what's covered and not covered under Medicare. But the meeting tomorrow night is supposed to be about adaptations at home. Maybe they'll have some pointers about how to use the kitchen.
Mrs. AOW is a great cook. But I want to get into that kitchen and fix my special spaghetti sauce! Having the use of only one hand is a pain in the ass and limits my talents as a chef.
Once spring gets here, I'm going to ride my scooter all over the neighborhood. There is a park nearby with a baseball field, and I can go there to watch the kids practice and play baseball games.
Lately, I've been missing being around people.