March 1: The mundane daily stuff
I took it really, really easy this weekend with lots of time sitting down. As a matter of fact, I've spent so much time sitting today that my butt hurts, which makes it even more unbelievable that the damn ankle still hurts as well. Yesterday my only foray out was to the haridresser's, then took myself to Friendly's because I had a craving for total junk food: loaded potatoes and ice cream. No nutritional benefits and straight calories, but gluten-free!
Yesterday one of the nice young ladies from the college came over and cleaned, ran up and down the stairs, and had picked up kitty litter and peanuts at Target for me. I sat and cleaned off my desk. Since Chester hates the vacuum cleaner he didn't bother her at all, so no issue on that account. And the house looks much better. I use the office chair to scoot around and not put any weight on the leg at all. And I was too full from all the junk to even care about eating.
Today I puttered around on the chair, the ankle has at least improved enough that I can bear weight while standing with a couple steps assisted by a quad-cane. My friend Rick came up after Fellowship, bringing a gluten-free casserole from another member. He made a run to the grocery store and pharmacy, ran up and down the stairs a few more times (it's amazing the amount of stuff that needs to go down or come up from there--who knew?!) and drove my car around from the front of the house to the garage in preparation for the impending storm. My tenant called and offered me help tomorrow, so I'm going to have her drive me around to the alley to my car. This gives a couple real benefits: the car doesn't have to be cleaned off and I only have to walk to the curb instead of the uneven ground up to the garage, which is over twice as far as well.
Tomorrow is only a half day and, quite frankly, I'm hoping that enough patients cancel that I won't have to go in at all. It's probably a pretty realistic wish.
The 'air cast' is quite impressive looking--at the office they say it makes it look like I've had a transplant from the Terminator's outfit. It has bladders on the inside that can be deflated or inflated to personalize the fit and has a rocker on the bottom which somehow keeps the ankle from having weight put on it, I'm not really sure how that works. It's pretty heavy, about 5-6 pounds, and throws your gait off, so it makes the hips and back really hurt. But it means no crutches, and that's the key for me. The chest really hurt and is fine now.
My mood is better, relatively speaking. Now having coped for the past week I'm certainly back in the groove. But I still resent the whole thing. And, not sure I mentioned, the big trip to England and Italy is now less than five weeks. If I don't need surgery, then I'll go--with a smaller air cast and a cane and milking it for all it's worth.
Well, it's time to rest on the couch and give my butt a break. Thanks for checking, Laurie
Yesterday one of the nice young ladies from the college came over and cleaned, ran up and down the stairs, and had picked up kitty litter and peanuts at Target for me. I sat and cleaned off my desk. Since Chester hates the vacuum cleaner he didn't bother her at all, so no issue on that account. And the house looks much better. I use the office chair to scoot around and not put any weight on the leg at all. And I was too full from all the junk to even care about eating.
Today I puttered around on the chair, the ankle has at least improved enough that I can bear weight while standing with a couple steps assisted by a quad-cane. My friend Rick came up after Fellowship, bringing a gluten-free casserole from another member. He made a run to the grocery store and pharmacy, ran up and down the stairs a few more times (it's amazing the amount of stuff that needs to go down or come up from there--who knew?!) and drove my car around from the front of the house to the garage in preparation for the impending storm. My tenant called and offered me help tomorrow, so I'm going to have her drive me around to the alley to my car. This gives a couple real benefits: the car doesn't have to be cleaned off and I only have to walk to the curb instead of the uneven ground up to the garage, which is over twice as far as well.
Tomorrow is only a half day and, quite frankly, I'm hoping that enough patients cancel that I won't have to go in at all. It's probably a pretty realistic wish.
The 'air cast' is quite impressive looking--at the office they say it makes it look like I've had a transplant from the Terminator's outfit. It has bladders on the inside that can be deflated or inflated to personalize the fit and has a rocker on the bottom which somehow keeps the ankle from having weight put on it, I'm not really sure how that works. It's pretty heavy, about 5-6 pounds, and throws your gait off, so it makes the hips and back really hurt. But it means no crutches, and that's the key for me. The chest really hurt and is fine now.
My mood is better, relatively speaking. Now having coped for the past week I'm certainly back in the groove. But I still resent the whole thing. And, not sure I mentioned, the big trip to England and Italy is now less than five weeks. If I don't need surgery, then I'll go--with a smaller air cast and a cane and milking it for all it's worth.
Well, it's time to rest on the couch and give my butt a break. Thanks for checking, Laurie
posted by Laurie @ 7:33 PM
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