A Legless Morning

Sigh ..... life! ..... what are you to do with it!  ARGH!!!!!!!

So last evening I have an upset GG laying in the middle of the dining room floor.  She is not feeling well and wants compassion but certainly not from me, but I am the only show in town - so she is in the middle of the floor.  She is also blocking access to the kitchen.

At some point, I had to go into the kitchen.  I deftly stepped around her, did what I had to do and came back.  Simple, huh?

Well, not if said body on the floor decides to move a bowl of water for the cat and places it exactly were I have to step!  It would have been no biggie if it was my left foot coming down, but no - it had to be my right one - the chopped off one - the one with no feeling at all.  Sigh.

So water everywhere!

No biggie you would think, but about half of that water ended up in the shoe with the artificial foot.  So, I had to strip down to get the leg off, get the foot out of the shoe - difficult.  Then get the matching sock off to what I wear daily, pull the plastic foot of the mechanical insert and then the  special material sock that protects the carbon-fiber and titanium foot.  None of this is easy as everything is sort of wedged tightly together.

By now, GG has stumbled off to another room.  I get paper towels and dry the carpet, start a small load of whites with the special sock in there.  And then take on the task of cleaning my leg and foot, washing the foot shell out and setting them out to dry.  Dry the whites into the drier and call it an exhausted night as it was midnight by now!

But, this morning I overslept!, then the drier had not done as asked, so I put my special sock on the heater vent and cranked up the heat.

So, I sit here, legless in Seattle waiting.

I have gotten really good at waiting.  I would not say that I am patient - more like, "I have lived through worse before, I can survive this" mentality.  I can remember one of the worse assignments for me was a group of people whom had done things the same way since 1960 and they refused to change.  So, I was brought in to encourage them and show them a better way of doing business.  One of those old timers told me in a meeting, "I was here before you, I will be here after you are long gone, so go %$#%^&$^&**(", er, never mind.  He died of a heart attack two weeks later.  Suddenly, facing a NEW person coming into their group, they were forced to change their ways.

Waiting can be so frustrating.

Well, I need to go check my sock for driness now and hopefully start the reassembly!

ciao!