Waiting For the Water to Boil

So I'm sitting in the chilly kitchen waiting for the water to boil for my coffee.  I could probably make it myself (so long as I didn't put too much water in the kettle -- it's hard for me to lift heavy things and "heavy things" seem to be anything over a couple of pounds) but Paul offered to do it for me so I let him.  He's been great post-op at being willing to run around doing things for me from picking up drugs to fetching and carrying.

But the coffee thing is special as it allows me to indulge in a Very Spoiled Girl fantasy.  A joke I've always made to Paul is to whine to him in the morning that he should bring me coffee* like a good houseboy (yeah, okay, so much for the submissive slave girl thing).   His stock response has been that he would (right!) but he doesn't know how to make it.   My comeback was something along the lines of that in our kitchen, "we have the technology."   Still, his lack of experience was rather a sticking point.

Until yesterday / today.  Now he knows how to make coffee with the french press.  Still, much as it is nice to sip coffee while sitting in bed (not that I've actually been in bed for the past 3 nights) it's also rather wonderful to sit at the kitchen table, feeling the vicodin slowly kicking in and chat with him while he putters around the kitchen for me. 

Yeah, I'm both fortunate and  very spoiled these days.   

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*Not sure why as I don't like eating in bed --breakfast in bed has no appeal-- but there's nothing more wonderful then waking up to a cup of steaming coffee made just the way I like it. 

Comments

[harriet]

Ok, missy, if you haven't been in bed, just where have you been? hmm?

Glad to hear you're on the mend and that P has proven what we all suspected for quite a while, that he's multitalented.

[Ezpy]

Wouldn't you just like to know?

Seriously, I've been sleeping in an Ikea chair with a foot rest. After the first night home in bed, I realized that sleeping in my bed, much as I would like to, and staying in the sorts of positions I was supposed to, meant that most of my weight was resting on my tailbone. Ouch!

[harriet]

Those IKEA chairs are v comfortable. And they make you want more of them even if you have nowhere to put them.

Ouch indeed re: tailbone.

[Kim]

Hey Ezpy-

Thanks so much for thinking of me. This is the first time I have felt good enough to read anybody else's blog. You are doing great!!!

I just want this mess to be over. I did lose my drains today and earned a compression garment in its place. No sure if it is a fair trade or not!

Would love to chat with you. If you shoot me an email with your number, I will give you a call and we can commiserate.

Kim