By the sixth day my appetite was back and I wasn't sleeping nearly so much since I was OFF the narcotics completely and doing just fine on Aleve after a knock down battle with my doctor that I was NOT going to take any more hard drugs. I'd been without coffee that long too and was dying for a good cup.
I was quite cheery crutching out to the kitchen to make a pot until I got the coffee maker and stopped dead in confusion. How was I going to carry the coffee pot to the sink to dump out the remains of that last pot made? There was still some coffee left in it so I couldn't just hold it under my chin or let it dangle off one finger while I used the rest to balance on my crutches! I really only needed to get it from the coffee pot that was on one side of our double frig to the other side where there was more counter. I managed but I know I put a little more weight on that left leg than I was supposed to. But then I needed to get water back to the maker...I solved this with a quart jar with a lid - empty spaghetti sauce jar I think. I filled it up and dropped it in my grocery bag hanging off my shoulder. The rest wasn't hard and I do have a stool next to the coffee pot so I could even take a load off while I ground my beans.
Making coffee takes a ridiculous amount of time if it's not adjacent to your water source!
Lesson: have someone get your coffee ready the night before so all you have to do is hit the on button.
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