Repreive

Twenty days since I went under the knife.  Sure I came out the other side of that operation with a titanium foot (which is kind of cool :) in a Terminator kind of way!) but it has cost me all freedom ever since.  Even from today, it is still three more days until I can see the surgeon again to have my stitches removed - please, please, please!!!!!!

So much bed time, to the point of bedsores covering most of my posterior and back, but then copious amounts of percocet made the time past unknown.  Then again time passes much to slowly.

I have read through a huge stack of magazines, cookbooks, my favorite Louis L'Amour (Haunted Mesa), watched mind numbing array of videos - made easier by the afore mentioned percocet.  By the way, many vampire movies make far more sense when your mind is fully blown!  Then again, I am a little fuzzy on the details now - LOL!

But, this weekend I decided to give myself a reprieve.  Yes, I am not wholly healed but I have got to have some human interaction or I will go crazy!

Thursday, Swedish Rocket Scientist - retired, spent the day with me.  Oh my gosh we had some brilliant conversations at lunch and cracked up everyone there.  I only wish I had any memory!

Friday, Knifemaker and his new bride went to dinner with me.  It was Mexican, as can be expected for him and me, and it does not hurt that his wife is from Chihuahua.  It was good to see several waiters I have known for many years.  Everyone loved my boot and wiggling toes poking through.  Very fun.  But when I explained about the now titanium structure of the foot - they all ran!  LOL!  It was a good evening.  (For those of you still praying for Norma, the woman with cancer, I found out from  her daughter that she is fighting the good fight - so lots more prayer for her please!)


And I had to try and drive just a little. :)

So Saturday I picked up my remaining local friend and we did breakfast-brunch-lunch, okay we were not in a hurry and talked alot :)  It was so good to drive and just be even slightly free!  And to see a friend I so rarely get to see.

After lunch we went to the Frye Museum.  Their current exhibit is the Art Deco Movement and ornamentation of homes and jewelry.  In reality, it was a selection of pages from the PAN magazine of 1895 to 1900.  So, lots of lithographs by French, German and English artists.  In all - eh.  But, a few of those etchings were quite outstanding!

Car gassed, a Wendy Burger housed under my belt, mail picked up and home - utterly exhausted ...

Then a late dinner with Youngest Daughter.  Only, I fell off of the porch, before I could even attempt the stairs!  I may have been overly tired, I may have been the utter klutz I usually am, but in the end I came to a crashing mess at the bottom of the stairs with the sudden realization that this might spell the doom of my new titanium foot!  Well, Wednesday will tell, I guess.  Sigh.

Freedom of mobility ... a gift you can not appreciate until it is removed but utter stupidity ...

And of course, my mother had to find out ... thank you YD!  So, I got ripped a new one by her for about 30 minutes straight.  In her insane world she believes I have people to help me so I can just lay in bed and heal.  In reality, no one is here except for me.  I have to care for the pets, try to do laundry, try to clean, try to wash, try to find food, because no one else will - and having to hop around on one foot, because most of this can not be done while on a scooter is near impossible.  OOOOO, that woman really gets under my skin!!!!!

I almost hope the appliance is damaged and i have to have surgery again - this time i will request a hospice i think ....