Some early post-op observations:
My family have no idea what can be recycled.
My family cannot see the floor, as when something is dropped it stays there.
My family has no idea where the dishwasher is, as stuff is left strewn about the gaff.
I can easily see someone rupturing an achilles tendon from this, as my calf is as sore as my knee.
I took great pleasure watching my thirteen year old shovel snow at 6am this morning.
Surgery has left me a grumpy old bastard.