Life temporarily lived in a wheelchair has settled into a routine for me. If it was to be a permanent thing I'd need to make a lot more effort but we are in a holding pattern. A couple of times a day I get wheeled into the bathroom on a commode chair to shower, brush teeth and so on. Someone gets me a bucket of hot water to wash with and if it's really chilly we put a heater on because washing under intermittent splashes is not conducive to staying warm. The advantage of having this procedure done in early winter is that two legs in casts would be unbearably hot in summer.
If the weather is warm and someone is around I sit in the sun on the deck for a lot of the morning. I have barely read a book in many years and have become so habituated to the five or eight minute online read that I wondered if I could even read a book any more but I opened "The Paris Wife" and have happily read it for a few hours long sessions.
I've spent many hours on a frustrating quest to renew my national criminal check needed for employment and even more hours trying to apply for benefits to keep me going while I'm away from work.
My girls are improving their ability to get me out of the house and into a car. On the first attempt it took a full fifteen minutes but now we can do it in about five and the faster we can do it, the more I can go out.
It's grey and cold today. I stayed in bed late, keeping my feet up because my toes were starting to look like sausages. There is leftover Indian food for lunch and I'll read or watch Netflix or do some other quiet indoor activity.