Relaxing?

I have been ordered to relax and heal. And healing I most certainly am... I ate oatmeal today! I also ate soup, and was rewarded with only moderate nausea after both. I may still be sleeping 10 hours, topped with 4 hour naps, and be a little loopy and strange, but I am definitely healing. I was too queasy to head across town for my Hungarian lesson today, but did manage to teach a private lesson, which was totally disjointed and weird, but luckily to an old student who I think found my inability to function oddly charming.

Relaxing, on the other hand, is proving a lot more difficult. I have taught Bencelita to chase things. I did some Hungarian homework. I am totally up-to-date on all possible theories regarding Lost's latest developments. I cooked said soup. I downloaded some movies. I read a book. I've started writing my much-dreamed-about cookbook. I edited a bunch of photos. I've done an insane amount of general putzing around. Yet I am twitchy, and itchy to get back to my life, to see people and do some contributing to society.

And... now what do I do? Monday is still a long way away, even if tomorrow I do have the great excitement of going back to the doctor, this time with the ability to function, and even a private lesson to look forward to tomorrow. I don't know how much more relaxing I can handle.