A nice recovery day...Mostly laying around and sleeping in bits. Keith Horne was in his shop across the hall, and we talked for a while. His Doberman Jet came over and visited me, wondering where I'd been. Phone calls and visits from a few friends. Sorting through all the pills. Went for several walks up and down the hall, slowly, then out on the ramp, and sitting on the wall in the sun for a while. It felt great.
Then my buddy Thomas came over, and he needed to borrow my big Kondia milling machine for a quick tooling job with a complicated setup. So, I just stood there, hands in pockets, and talked him through it. I barely touched anything; he did all the wrenches and switches. I was like the old Professor, watching over his shoulder. When he got it all running, I settled back in my recliner (about ten feet away), and lightly dozed while he finished the job.
Really good therapy. I enjoyed the sounds and smells, and the feeling of being among my machines. They were happy working away under a trusted friends' hands, while I rested.
Slept for a few hours, woke up, had some more pills and a nice sandwich. And some writing here on TalkBass.
This is how I intend to recover.