I always thought cabin fever was a phrase used to describe fur trappers in the frozen tundra driven indoors by inclement weather, the isolation of early American settlers or anyone who knows Ben Fogle.
I now know it applies to naïve unsuspecting males who believe they will leave hospital after knee replacement surgery ready to resume normal life as I did recently.
Whilst realising that driving was out of the question I expected to be fully mobile albeit with the assistance of crutches.
What planet was I on? I couldn't even change my own socks.
Walking the dogs was a pipe dream and Murphy was already miffed that I forgot to save him my old knee. Discord, pain and discomfort was my daily routine until Mrs B offered to give me a 'refreshing shower.'
Suckered in by her seductive suggestion I hung onto the towel rail anticipating a fountain of soap suds and scented candles. What I got was Mrs B sluicing me down with a hose while scrubbing my back with a long stiff brush.
It was most unpleasant. Mrs B kept yelling at me to 'keep still." Had she had a bucket I'm sure she'd have filled it with cold water and thrown it over my head.
I felt like an Indian elephant rewarded by its keeper following a long day in the jungle clearing logs.
Suddenly I was aware just how much assistance I needed to do the most menial tasks. Getting into bed was a nightmare. After several attempts at swinging my legs up onto the bed I began to wish I was an elephant and could simply lie down on a bed of straw.
Once on the bed I had no means of picking up the bottled water I'd dropped on the floor and found myself insanely longing for a trunk to curl around the Evian. (I knew then this elephant envy had to stop.)
It's not easy for a hyper-active individual like myself to be confined to barracks and even worse when that confinement involves pain and discomfort.
I found myself constantly asking Mrs B to get me another cushion, rug or a stool for my feet.
She appeared to be coping very well until now when I overheard her telling her sister she had ordered me an 'electric chair as a surprise.'
I'm hoping for a recliner but just in case... you are my insurance.
Knowledge is power.
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Photo: Indian elephant bull in musth in Bandipur National Park by Yathin S Krishnappa. This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.