Today marks five weeks since I tripped over a power cord and broke my arm. It was non-surgical, and I’ve been wearing the sling 24/7, except for showers, etc. In another 10 days I see the ortho for an assessment. If all goes well, he will say the bone is healing properly, I don’t need surgery and I can begin physical therapy.
I will not bore you with my boring itinerary here at the boulevard of broken bones, but just so you know. It’s boring. I can’t quite get into a book even though I have several in the queue. I’ve watched a little TV. I ate a box of See’s candy. I was losing weight, but I fixed that.
I’ve been able to walk a little every day. It’s awkward but manageable. I think about Lindsey Vonn and wonder how she passes the time. She’s probably good at this, too.
Dale, who fell off a ladder right before Christmas and broke his pelvis, is defying the odds. The PT is getting him stronger and stronger, and he hasn’t used the walker in a week. He’s up and down the stairs like an old pro, and I can only detect a slight limp at the end of the day when he’s tired.
It’s too early to even speculate on what we’ve learned throughout this ordeal. There will be takeaways for sure, but right now we’re just trying to get through it. I have calmed down a bunch and no longer feel like everything is an accident waiting to happen. I even opened the door to the room where I am sleeping, as I’ve sort of moved on from that existential fear of things that go bump in the night.
My goal is to move back into the master bedroom with Dale. He’s lost weight, too, so maybe he won’t snore as much. The main reason I’m not in there now is because I have a hard time finding a comfortable position, and I guess I’d rather not have an audience.
Oh, that’s right. Dale needs to sleep. That was my real reason – always thinking of others.
Everyone assumes the biggest thing I want is to get back to golf. And that’s true to some extent, but I just want to be able to do stuff around the house like I used to. I am amazed at what I can accomplish with one arm. Still, it’s not enough to chop vegetables or maintain the household.
We hired someone to come and help with stuff, but we got rid of her after one day. She drove both of us crazy. Dale agreed to step up, and it’s working well enough. Way better than having someone else in our space. If I squint, it looks OK.
Thankfully, he can cook. We’re back to pizza on Fridays. Last week’s was sausage and anchovies. I don’t know what’s on the docket for tomorrow. Yesterday we had spaghetti carbonara with a salad. Tonight is schnitzel with marinated cucumbers and home fries. I might need help cutting mine. That was the great thing about the See’s. Just pop them in, and they’re gone.
Aside from the candy, I have been eating well. Lots of protein. I actually like cottage cheese, which is high in protein, but I got tired of it pretty quickly. I prefer Greek yogurt, which is also an excellent source of protein. Tuna, sardines – both great. I cooked up a chicken breast just to make chicken salad.
I’ve squandered many an hour on the Epstein files. I want to see Trump held accountable for something in his miserable life of crime, and I thought it might be this, but who knows? The whole thing is bigger than my brain can absorb.
Although I said I don’t have any lessons to share just yet, I will say our accidents have given me an even greater appreciation for the simple things in life. And reading about all that awfulness with Epstein and his billionaire buddies only amplifies my desire to live simply, stay healthy, eat well and enjoy the time that has been given to us.
When you say you “got rid of her”….
That’s the best laugh I’ve had in some time. I thought the Boulevard of Broken Bones was a bit noir, but you took it to the next level. Thank you. So funny. I believe she is alive and well but not working here!
Have you watched Veronica Mars? Not sure if it is your cup of tea. We watched the first season years ago, but never the later seasons. All four seasons are on Netflix and it has filled more than a few hours. I was astonished to see that each of the first three seasons were more than 20 episodes! The final season which we are just starting is only 8.
I will check it out tonight! Thanks for the recommendation. I did watch the latest Lincoln Lawyer. That was pretty good.
Oh, I missed commenting on your last post. We are in the midst of planning for two bathroom remodels and it’s taken up all my brain space. It was just to be a much needed gut of the guest bathroom which has morphed into a partial gut of the primary bathroom too.
I so hope that your Otho visit goes well and that you can start PT. No letting Dale get too far ahead of you in the path to recovery.
I’m glad that I don’t live near any place that sells See’s Candy. I love their candy and my son sends us a 2 lb box every Christmas. During the first 40 years that I lived in CA it was way too easy to get.
I know exactly what you mean about just being able to do normal things again. Whenever I find myself whining to myself about all the chores that come with daily living, I think of the women in Ukraine or Gaza who would give their eye teeth to be doing such chores in the homes that they had before being bombed out, not to mention just worrying about getting food or just staying alive.
Here’s to a good prognosis from the Ortho guy and moving forward back to a more normal life. As always, your dinners make me hungry!
You might be shocked at how much See’s costs these days. I was! Be grateful your son sends it to you.
Dale has surpassed me already, but he had a head start. I will catch up.
Good point about people in the Ukraine or Gaza wishing they had their lives back. I don’t like chores, but I really don’t mind them, and now I appreciate just being able to do them.
Waiting for Trump to be made to pay for anything ever is a chump`s game. I play it as well, though.
I will never quit hoping, and when it happens, it will be one of the happiest days of my life.
Trump being held accountable for something in his miserable life of crime? I guess a girl can dream… Now, he has war toys and human lives to play with. What could go wrong?
Good luck with your ortho assessment. I predict it will be all good news.
Yeah, just a kid with a dream …
I hope you are right abouot the ortho appointment. Monday!
I join you in wishing that Trump does get held accountable for something in his miserable mis-spent life. I enjoyed the mini-boost of Andrew, formerly known as Prince, being arrested. I will only be fully satisfied when he is incarcerated in a normal every-day prison cell, although I believe sex offenders have to be kept in their own separate bit to save them from the retribution handed out by “normal” criminals. I’m not convinced it will happen, as I suspect the British royal family is too squeamish and he may end up under house arrest instead. But I continue to hope. I’m happy to be in good company.
Thanks for the sniggers 🙂
I would like Andrew to spill the beans, but I know that’s crazy talk. Jail is fine.