Monday, June 30, 2008
Doc K. came in and took one look and said that it was healing beautifully. I think there was about 10-12 stitches which they took out and replaced with butterflies. He said that he took photos of the tendon when it was opened up and used them for a lecture down at the UW. Let's hope he just got my heel in the shot and not by butt hanging out of my lovely revealing gown. Least I had my best undies on....as far as I know. I checked and they were there before anesthesia and were on when I got home so I'm fairly confident that there isn't some website called 'www dot mollybees tookus' out there somewhere.
So now, I am back in my aircast, complete with fishy-stickers. Still no weight bearing for two weeks but I can at least take the cast off at night to sleep, take a shower (you have no idea what a BIG deal this one is!) , or if I'm just sitting watching TV. It hurts more now that it did with all of the bandages because the cast allows it to move more but I'm being gentle with it and stretching gently until I can start PT on the 14th of July. I even got my spinning wheel out because I can manage it now and it is very soothing. Maybe I can get my 'Firecracker' singles finished and plied before the 4th of July.
And so to wrap up: my foot is famous, I'm back among the cleanly and thought I'll still be terrorizing department stores with my wheelchair for two more weeks, I'm further along the road of recovery!
Thanks to everyone for the well wishes and little pick me ups. You have no idea how much they made my days better! You guys are the best!
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Today starts Socks of Summer 2008. I broke out a skein of Nuro and started knitting away. Our neighbor brought us over his "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" DVD's and we've been watching those. There are 144 episodes! That's a lot of socks! And they (the episodes and the socks) are a lot less scary now that I'm off the heavy drugs!
Our neighbors and friends have been great. The neighbors down on the corner had a big graduation party for the teenage daughter (high school diploma) and the dad (Bachelors) today. Since I was tuckered out from my big adventure to Target and didn't go, they stopped by tonight with a big slab of graduation cake. Nice folks.
Well, back out to my post to watch Robin Hood and knit knit knit! Go Socks of Summer 2008!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Anyone still here? (Crickets chirping)
Oh, Hi Mum! Thanks for staying...]
Now I know that there are lots of pros as well as cons to this whole thing, but right now the cons won't bet their big butts out of the way so I can see the pros so I thought maybe a Pro/Con list is in order to clear things up for myself.
- It Sucks! It Sucks! It Really, Really Sucks! I thought I had prepared myself for being disabled. In reality, I never imagined it would be this difficult. It's such a helpless, hopeless, trapped feeling. Gimping all the way for the couch to the bathroom is an epic journey that has to be contemplated and worked up to. Yup! Major suckage. Check!
- It Hurts! It Hurts! It Really, Really Hurts! They gave me these weird nerve blocks before surgery and my foot didn't thaw for over 24 hours. I thought I had it made, until it DID wear off. Youch! The Vicodan takes care of the pain but knocks me on my butt and makes me exceedingly stupid (as anyone who had tried to communicate with me via phone in the last three days can attest). And then there's the matter of all of the other aches and pains from simply being immobile. Pain! Check!
- My Uvula! My Uvula! My Uvu, Uvu, Uvula! Apparently they did a heck of a job with the breathing tube during the surgery because that little hangy-downy thing in the back of my throat is easily 150 times its regular size. It hurts worse than the tendon and makes me feel like I am choking on something all the time. I am! My own bits!!!! Check!
- This is nothing if not an exercise in being grateful for all I have mobility-wise. I'm never going to begrudge not being able to park in a handicap parking space when this is said and done!
- It forces me to get off the life treadmill and just 'be'. I'm not really good at it, but now that I don't have a choice, I'll practice a little harder. It's OK to not be going 90mph all the time.
- It gives me a chance to realize how much I appreciate Mr. Bee. He's always in my court, but he has really stepped up and been running the whole show beautifully. I love you Mr. Bee1
- It shows you how many people care about you. Coworkers, family and friends have been so supportive; phone calls, emails, cards, flowers. I am overwhelmed!
- It makes you realize the joy in little things. I cannot explain the unmitigated joy that I felt when I washed my hair at the kitchen sink last night! God is in the littlest details!
Well, just writing down the pros has made me feel much better. See? It is the little things! Guess I'll summon up some gumption and journey to the sofa. I promise this is the last on line pity party I'll throw. My next entry will return you to your regularly scheduled inane programming!
Monday, June 16, 2008
At any rate, it was worth it. Mad City Mike dropped by to introduce himself. I have been reading his blog for a while now. He is an accomplished knitter and weaver who just started spinning as well! He's doing amazingly well. Scoot over there and look. Go ahead! I'll wait!....................What didja think? Really cool right!?! I know! And he's just as charming, sweet and handsome in person!
Shirley was there and so was Jen along with the cutest baby in the universe who fell asleep under the big spruce tree despite the fact that it was pelting him with shrapnel in the wind. He takes after me that way! Friend Donna also stopped by and dropped off a hugantic bag of books for me. And coworker/friend Lynn came to knit and give me some Mad Money that my kids at work collected for sock yarn! Lots to do in the next six weeks!
Left the Ear early to come home and take some benydryl for my sting. It swelled up over a big area including under the cast, so I wanted to make sure everything was hunky-dory for surgery today. The benydryl seemed to take care of it. But consequently I took a three hour nap.
Yesterday was a blur of errands, tying up loose ends and emotion. I am nothing if not a big cry baby and borrower of trouble. If I can imagine the worst case scenario, then I'll be prepared for it when it happens, right? But how can it be horrible when this is one of my cuddle buddies?
Miss Holli practicing 'resting up'. She is very good at this because she practices....a lot!
Will try and write again soon, but bear in mind I'll be under the influence of mind-altering drugs. Yes! Moreso than usual! Thanks for asking! Should be a wild ride!
Friday, June 13, 2008
At 11:30, the Front Desk called and said that the pizza guy was here and wanted to talk to me. I went down and found out that he was delivering pizza to someone else in the building at 11:30 and had my order in the car. He said, and I quote,
“Dude, do you just want yer pizza now? Or I can, like, drive around with it for 20 minutes or so and bring it back….”
I told him that I would accept the order. He gave me 4 pizzas and asked me to sign the slip. I asked where the other pizza was and he said that there were only four on the order. Sure enough, the 5th pizza that I had ordered over the phone and made the order taker read back to me wasn’t on the order at all. This was the first time I had used this store and I guess it will be the last time. Too bad because the pizza was tasty (chicken alfredo=yum!) but bad customer service is one of my big pet peeves and there are so many other pizza places in the sea.
I was pretty proud of myself for not creating a new orifice for the delivery guy. It wasn’t his fault. He was only like six years old or something and the man I ordered from was much older. I know the because HE didn’t even call me ‘Dude’ once. I’m betting Pizza Order Taker Guy told Pizza Delivery Guy to drop off the 11:30 order, go take a 15-20 minute drive or nap or whatever and then bring mine back. He didn't realize that 'Pizza Delivery Guy's too young to have a fully formed brain and would, like, spill the beans on the whole evil plot, Dude! Which makes the whole thing even WORSE! Aaarggghh!
(And with that, her huff pulled up and so she left in it. )
Monday, June 09, 2008
But otherwise they are just plain old white bread socks. I just loved the color so much I didn't want to gum up the works with a fancy-schmancy pattern:
Holly is considerable happier with the weather today! Yee Haw!
Off to do some laundry, reorganize, rearrange, make lists and mumble to myself. Have a great Tuesday!
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
This is pure, goat, mohair pencil roving that one of our field reps sent from her hobby farm on the West Coast. She sent 4 spirals, two for me and two for one of my kids who spins (waaaaaay better than me). She said if we liked it she'd cut us a deal on future orders. You cannot imagine how soft this stuff is. I just want to throw it on the floor and roll in it. Bentley does too!
I also raked in a haul from Knit Picks. I decided that I was gonna get me a set of Harmony #2's, what with all the sock knitting coming up and all. Don't need them but they are so beautiful I couldn't deny myself one little set of double points..... After all, I did talk myself out of the entire set of interchangable circs! But I just couldn't talk myself out of this!