My November Days Nine and Ten
We have had a busy week. This recovery thing is not for wimps. But all the up and down and in and out and ice on and off and meds and exercises and EVERYTHING frankly, gets a little easier every day. When I sit down I don’t have the energy to pick up a pencil, so my adult relaxation colouring consists of tapping on my iPad. Using colours that are easy to reach.
And when even that requires too much effort, there’s Netflix. W has been watching old John Wayne movies on the laptop, so to drown out that noise I turn up “How To Get Away With Murder.”
Haha….don’t worry, it’s not giving me any crazy ideas. Except maybe about lawyers and criminals and how sometimes it’s hard to determine which is which.
Next Monday the staples come out! Those things are nasty looking heavy-duty hunks of metal. Neither of us will miss them when they’re gone.
Okay we are all nodding off here (yes, you were yawning too, don’t try to deny it) so that’s it for this lame excuse for a November post.
We are alive and fine. That’s all I really wanted to say.
My November Day Eight
While waiting this morning at the lab for W to get his blood work done, I saw a poster like this one across the room. The small print was too far away to read, but what would I need to read it for? I am smart and can figure things like this out. Right?
P Pull something.
A Agonize over the possibility that you just pulled the wrong thing.
S Stop pulling random things, you moron!
S Start running.
Ha! Pretty close, hey?
If you are ever in a burning building with me you will be safe as long as you can run fast. Beyond that I’m not making any promises.
It’s a rather gloomy overcast day with wet snow and rain and a biting wind. Perfect for lighting a gingerbread candle and staying the hell indoors.
Hope you’re snug and warm and having a relaxing Sunday afternoon.
A patio chair with arms, converted using a couple of hard (extremely glamorous) cushions into the perfect post hip surgery place to sit. We are very creative, and too cheap to buy a proper office waiting room chair. I hope we are able to disassemble it and let it go when the time comes.
My November Day Seven
Our house looks like some kind of strange geriatric bomb hit it. Pieces of furniture are shoved to the side to make wide enough spaces for a walker to pass through without knocking things over. We have crutches propped in a corner, a fancy high-rise toilet conversion thing in the bathroom and a sit down bath tub/shower seat which we will be trying out shortly. There are pills everywhere. And bandages and surgical tape and alcohol wipes and instructions and information all over the place. W has a special sling for putting around his foot to help him lift his leg up on to the bed, and a long-handled grabber apparatus to pick things up off the floor and help him get dressed.
W is giving himself the injections he needs once a day (I am SO thankful I don’t have to do that for him) but I get to change the dressing on his incision. Lucky me. There are thirty-one staples and yes, I made him wait while I counted them. Then I shot sterile saline across the room because the valve was stuck and scared the crap out of him. Surprisingly enough, nursing was not a career I ever considered.
Before I went out this morning to pick up another prescription I tried to make sure everything he might need was accessible and within reach. He told me not to worry, he had his hooker beside him on the bed. So that is now what we are calling the long-handled picker-upper thing. Can’t wait to explain that one to the kids.
I hope none of this sounds like complaining, because that is not at all what I mean to do. Compared to the frightening impossibly hard journeys other people must face, this is really nothing. We will carry on carrying on.
There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.
Guy Gavriel Kay
My November Day Six
I got up before the crack of dawn this morning. These days it’s not that hard to do since dawn cracks ever later as winter closes in on us. The plan was to be up and off to the surgery center to retrieve my husband by nine a.m.
As of whenever it was he started sending me texts this morning, I have been patiently waiting to leave. Apparently they are in no great hurry to get rid of him. He has to be cleared by the physio people who must be satisfied that he is sufficiently mobile to get in and out of things like the shower and a vehicle. There are student nurses doing practicums using him as their patient. Why does this not surprise me?
So, on the bright side, this gives him a chance to enjoy a couple more delicious hospital meals.
Drinking coffee. Waiting for the phone to ring. Imagining all kinds of disasters if we screw this up.
Meanwhile, this made me laugh out loud.
When W is once again impressing people with his agility I will tell them that isn’t even his real hip.
This is where a person would normally say something profound about the fork in the road. Sorry, I’ve got nothing.
My November, Days Four and Five
Theres a reason why I did not commit or swear on a stack of holy books to post every single day of this month. Because I know me and my procrastinating ways.
Yesterday I went to see W in his hospital bed. He is doing well, all things considered, and in good spirits, which is half the battle after surgery. He is coping well with the pain and doing everything he is told. I delivered his phone to him, and the newspaper and his bathrobe. He seriously is one of the most out going people I have ever known. He engages everyone in conversation and learns more about a person’s life in five minutes than I would be able to figure out in a week. I rarely remember someone’s name. But I think he knows everybody on his floor. So of course they all know him.
He has a room to himself and many attentive people taking care of him. He really likes the hospital food. I wonder if that says something about my cooking….
He looked tired when I left, so I decided to leave him to his other visitors today, but I will be there to pick him up when he is discharged tomorrow morning.
And then I suppose the real fun begins when I get to play home care nurse. Fun times. We will muddle through.
My November Day Three
Just look at this weather! Would you go out in that? Those are some giant killer snowflakes falling from the sky. I wonder if my neighbor ever wonders why I take so many pictures of his garage.
W has been safely delivered to the hospital for his surgery. We had to arrive before eight so we avoided the worst of the morning traffic, and we missed only one turn. Seriously, what are the odds? It was the last major one before the surgery centre, so no panic. We gave ourselves lots of time to drive around in circles.
It’s wonderful to be able to park your vehicle right at the door for fifteen minutes to unload your patient and help him carry all his stuff in and up to the second floor. It’s orthopaedic surgery so they are used to slow hobblers with crutches and walkers and canes.
Leaving the city centre and getting home was simple, since most of the traffic is headed in the opposite direction in the morning. And now I’m waiting to hear how it all went. And thinking up excuses for not walking outside today.
I might miss a phone call. I have a big pot of vegetable soup simmering on the stove. There’s no one here to point out to me that I haven’t gone for a walk yet. My finger tips hurt. My glasses might fog up. It’s Tuesday. The snow has stopped falling for now, but it’s impossible to predict when it might start up again. Do I really want to get caught out in that?
Yes, those are all pretty lame reasons, but the mini trampoline is also calling me; “…it’s outside or me, you can’t ignore both of us!” Sigh. Some people talk to their pets or their plants, but I don’t have either of those. It’s just me and the furniture.
It’s so quiet in here without the resident noise maker who has the satellite radio and the tv and the computer going all at once while he’s talking on the phone or trying to tell me something from three rooms away.
Anyway, enough blather for November Post Number Three. Stay tuned (or tuned out) for more exciting trips to the scary city centre coming up soon.
My November Day 2
This morning we woke up to a skiff of snow. By the time I got around to heading out for my walk, most of it had disappeared. There were still wet snowflakes in the cold air under a steel grey sky but they melted as they fell.
If you don’t know how much snow constitutes a skiff, here is a skiffy little snow creature to give you an idea of how scaled down your snowman has to be when all you’ve got is a skiff to work with.
I love his pointy head and skinny little twig arms.
I also love that our community has so many bike/walking trails but it’s easy (in my case at this particular point in my life and my new fitness regime) to keep going until I’ve gone too far without thinking about getting back to where I started. Let’s just say I was extremely happy to see my driveway again.
Look who I saw while out and about in the neighborhood yesterday! It’s JACK! We often see him hopping about in our backyard and then he scoots to the front lawn and across the street and disappears from view.
I guess this is where he goes. Or one of his destinations. This is a corner lot about a block from our house, with a big old tree which obviously is perfect for napping under if you are Jack. Or any jackrabbit….perhaps Jack is played by many different actors who all look the same.
I think it’s amazing how docile and trusting he is, and I might have gotten even closer but I didn’t want to disturb him. When I doubled back on my walk about 45 minutes later, he was still there. No dogs run loose here and cats are well fed, so he must feel safe.
Because the weather is still lovely for this time of year we had a lot of trick or treaters on our street last night. Almost every one of them said thank you and happy Halloween. One little guy with a big bag almost over flowing with junk told me he was on his sixth neighborhood. Now that’s dedication.
Today we made our trial run to the part of the hospital where W has his surgery on Tuesday, so that will make the actual trip less stressful, avoiding construction and not being surprised by one way streets. It’s an old people thing. If you’re not in your sixties you probably won’t get it. Now I’m hoping the snow will hold off a little longer.
It was also clock turning back day. My little sister sent us this awesome “movie trailer” showing how traumatic Daylight Saving can be for some people. Enjoy!
I am kind of ridiculously happy with the outcome of this one. White and black on coloured paper. Not bad for a first go using this technique. I will get a better blending white pencil if there is such a thing and more coloured paper. This was fun.
Had to abandon an earlier attempt at a baby face which was turning in to a grumpy old man with wispy hair. They can’t all be masterpieces, right? When it starts to get either frustrating or simply hilarious, time to let it go.
Well……here we are on the last day of a post-crazy month. I’m thrilled with all the new blogs and amazing people I’ve come across during this endeavour and with WordPress telling me my site is generating more interest than usual. They wouldn’t lie to me, would they? The stats became suspect to me when some fluke in the system indicated my best day having over 800 views. The average here is probably 50. Unless I mention Johnny Depp. And that day I didn’t.
The only (considerably less than exciting) news I have today is that I’m going to make Apple Crisp so that I have an excuse to turn the oven on. The floors are cold and so are my feet.
We’re having ourselves one of those quiet lazy Sundays, staying in out of the cold. Watching the daylight disappear. Along with November.
Thank you Team Pepper for letting me be on the team, even though I didn’t necessarily know or understand or follow all the rules or have much of a clue what game we were playing.
Did we win?
Here I am with my nano post for the day, just before the day is over.
It’s the same model I’ve used before but now she’s having a bad hair and make up day. She also needs braces. This is what happens when I watch a video on pencil crayon art. And think it looks easy. And spend a better part of the day showing myself it’s not.
And then because the daylight is gone, the photo doesn’t make it look participularly better or worse, just different.
The artist on the video said to be bold with colour! Use red! So I did!
Chalking this one up to experience. But I can see the possibilities and it was a lot of fun.