Well, I must admit, this has been a very difficult month for me but what really concerns me is just how difficult it seems to be for my husband.
He has been very kind and helpful and done everything for me since I got hurt but I no idea how really difficult it is for him to do routine every day things and frankly, it is a little worrisome.
I am the one who would do all the mundane chores in the house laundry, feeding the animals, small repairs and running errands. I don't mind doing these things because I enjoy driving and I like staying busy and being active...even if it's a simple thing like getting a hamburger or going to WalMart.
Now I KNOW this has been very stressful for him.
This behavior has been magnified and intensified since I got hurt.
But I don't think it's anything new or different.
It's just that I can see more of it than I ever could before.
Now that he is the one who has to do almost all of those things, I can see that it is very hard for him. He doesn't like to get in the car and go places, he doesn't enjoy going to the store or shopping for even a little while, he doesn't seem to enjoy cleaning up this place or making it nicer, he doesn't WANT to do anything that doesn't involve sitting in front of the computer or the TV except occasionally going out to lunch, to the bookstore, to have dinner with his friend or shoot at the range.
He tries so hard to NOT expend one iota of energy extra and if he is forced to, he just gets frustrated and upset. Yesterday at lunch, I asked him to throw something in the trash for me (the trash can was literally 3 feet from him). Instead of throwing it away, he simply shoved it to the other side of the table (I could have done that....) and when I MADE him get up and throw it away he was very upset with me.
He won't take any extra steps or make any extra trips (he tries to carry in ALL the groceries in one trip if he possibly can and he tries to do everything he possibly can in on trip.
Now, I KNOW that he is a good guy and he is generous and he has been very patient with me since I got hurt and I am the one who normally does all the running around/ I cannot complain because he always gives me anything I want and he does just about everything I ask.
But his lack of energy (he slept 12 hours yesterday after we went into town to buy birdseed and take the dog to the vet), his lack of interest in things around him and general apathy about everything in the world is very worrisome to me.
If he had his way, he would seal up this house, turn on the air conditioning and stay in one place without ever moving except to get a glass of weak iced tea.
He is yawing constantly..
He would even let the dog sleep 23 hours a day if she didn't have to get up and pee every now and then.
It worries me. I want to be around people. I want to have activities. I feel like you should have some kind of a challenge every day. I think the dog should have a challenge every day, even if it's learning to sit up or chasing the cat. And when we don't I feel like a zombie.
I literally believe that this lack of activity is just turning our brains to mush and I don't like the way it feels. I know he would never admit it but I really think it is affecting him as much as it affect me and the dog.
Everything thing is slowing down.
I don't know where it will lead.
I don't know what to do.
Talk to him about it?
Maybe.
But it really does worry me. A lot.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Now, what are the odds of this?
Okay...now this is entirely too freaky-deaky for words.
The odds of this happening have GOT to be astronomical.
I broke my ankle a little more than 3 weeks ago.
In just a split second accident.
Right? Right.
Well, my husband's best friend's wife has been very nice.
She called me, sent me a bunch of books to read and last week, she took me out to lunch and to a movie.
It was very nice of her and I told her we'd go out again next week.
I said I was going stir crazy and I really appreciated her taking me out for the day.
Well......Yeah, you guessed it.
She was going down the stairs in her house night before last about 10 minutes after my husband left.
She slipped on the stairs. fell down and SHE BROKE HER ANKLE!
It happened about 8:30 at night, her husband had to take her to the ER.
They were there until 3 a.m.
She came home in a long leg splint.
She has to see the orthopedic surgeon next week and she will have to have surgery.
And she is looking at 2-3 months at home for the rest of the summer.
And it's her right leg, same as me.
What the HELL do you think the odds of something like this happening to BOTH of us?
It is such a crazy coincidence.
I still can't believe it.
The odds of this happening have GOT to be astronomical.
I broke my ankle a little more than 3 weeks ago.
In just a split second accident.
Right? Right.
Well, my husband's best friend's wife has been very nice.
She called me, sent me a bunch of books to read and last week, she took me out to lunch and to a movie.
It was very nice of her and I told her we'd go out again next week.
I said I was going stir crazy and I really appreciated her taking me out for the day.
Well......Yeah, you guessed it.
She was going down the stairs in her house night before last about 10 minutes after my husband left.
She slipped on the stairs. fell down and SHE BROKE HER ANKLE!
It happened about 8:30 at night, her husband had to take her to the ER.
They were there until 3 a.m.
She came home in a long leg splint.
She has to see the orthopedic surgeon next week and she will have to have surgery.
And she is looking at 2-3 months at home for the rest of the summer.
And it's her right leg, same as me.
What the HELL do you think the odds of something like this happening to BOTH of us?
It is such a crazy coincidence.
I still can't believe it.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
People are driving me CRAZY.
Okay.
I have been in this cast for a week now (it's been about three and half weeks since my original injury) and I am going crazy.
I appreciate all the kind words from the people in the blogosphere but the real people in my life are driving my nuts.
CrazyFriend came over yesterday because hubby wanted to go out to dinner with his friend and I can't feed the outside animals or let the dog out.
Well, she brought over more JUNK that I don't want or need.
I am trying to get RID of some of the crap that has accumulated in this house over 30 years
I don't WANT more stuff.
But she showed up yesterday with a rock tumbler so I could polish rocks.
POLISH ROCKS> A ROCK TUMBLER.
WHAT THE HELL DO I WANT WITH A ROCK TUMBLER?????
I tried to be kind and tactful and explain to her that I appreciated her efforts to bring me things that would keep me amused but I didn't feel she needed to be spending $30 or $40 dollars on a ROCK TUMBLER. But she just didn't get it
When I tried to get her to take it back to the hobby shop, she said no, she would drop it off at the Goodwill Store (unopened and unused). I said fine, leave it here.
(She will not return ANYTHING to ANY store for ANY reason. that's yet another one of her charming quirks).
I did get her to take back the stack of 5 year old magazines she brought me last week,
I HATE magazines and I really have no interest in reading 5 year old ones.
Gimme a break,
I would have totally appreciated it if she had just comke out, helped with the things I can't do (feeding the animals, taking the dog out, sweeping the porch) rather than trying to bring junk that she thinks I will find amusing and entertaining.
She is treating me the same way she treated her father when he was in the nursing home for so long before he died and it it MAKING ME NUTS>
Hubby is doing a little better.
He doesn't bring me useless stuff.
And he is making an effort to do things around the house when I need stuff (watering the plants, feeding the hummingbirds.)
Today we are going to go out for lunch, them to Home Depot and maybe the book store it my foot isn't hurting too much,
This is making me totally crazy.
I have been in this cast for a week now (it's been about three and half weeks since my original injury) and I am going crazy.
I appreciate all the kind words from the people in the blogosphere but the real people in my life are driving my nuts.
CrazyFriend came over yesterday because hubby wanted to go out to dinner with his friend and I can't feed the outside animals or let the dog out.
Well, she brought over more JUNK that I don't want or need.
I am trying to get RID of some of the crap that has accumulated in this house over 30 years
I don't WANT more stuff.
But she showed up yesterday with a rock tumbler so I could polish rocks.
POLISH ROCKS> A ROCK TUMBLER.
WHAT THE HELL DO I WANT WITH A ROCK TUMBLER?????
I tried to be kind and tactful and explain to her that I appreciated her efforts to bring me things that would keep me amused but I didn't feel she needed to be spending $30 or $40 dollars on a ROCK TUMBLER. But she just didn't get it
When I tried to get her to take it back to the hobby shop, she said no, she would drop it off at the Goodwill Store (unopened and unused). I said fine, leave it here.
(She will not return ANYTHING to ANY store for ANY reason. that's yet another one of her charming quirks).
I did get her to take back the stack of 5 year old magazines she brought me last week,
I HATE magazines and I really have no interest in reading 5 year old ones.
Gimme a break,
I would have totally appreciated it if she had just comke out, helped with the things I can't do (feeding the animals, taking the dog out, sweeping the porch) rather than trying to bring junk that she thinks I will find amusing and entertaining.
She is treating me the same way she treated her father when he was in the nursing home for so long before he died and it it MAKING ME NUTS>
Hubby is doing a little better.
He doesn't bring me useless stuff.
And he is making an effort to do things around the house when I need stuff (watering the plants, feeding the hummingbirds.)
Today we are going to go out for lunch, them to Home Depot and maybe the book store it my foot isn't hurting too much,
This is making me totally crazy.
Friday, July 31, 2009
And introducing our new cast....
Okay..
After what seemed like an impossibly long two weeks, I finally got back to the doctor yesterday.
They removed the temporary splint they had put on my leg after the surgery and I must admit it was huge relief. The temporary splint had been very uncomfortable. They took out the stitches, (16 on the outside of my ankle, 6 on the inside and re-xrayed it. This was the first time I got a good look at all the hardware and believe me, it IS hardware. I have two 3' stainless steel screws (I thought they were titanium but he said they were German stainless steel) one on each side of mu ankle holding the bones together and also a plate with 4 additional screws stabilizing the ankle. Damn. That was one BAD break, a lot worse than I realized.
I cannot move my ankle (although the doctor said I will eventually be able to) and he made me work with it until I could move it at least 6' before he put the cast on.
The new cast is SOOOOOOO much better. It's one of those fiberglass jobs (just plain white, even though I wanted camo) and it feels 100% better. It is soft on the inside, a lot more secure and stable.
He said I should start putting a little bit of weight on it (like standing up to brush my teeth) and I need to start trying the crutches. I am still very leery of those but it's not.) as bad with this new cast on.
And the one big deal is at least I can sleep comfortably now, in any position I want. With the temporary one, I could feel the jagged plaster inside and it would dig into my leg unless I positioned it just right. The new cast is comfy and it doesn't poke into my leg anywhere.
At least I am making progress, although my leg looks like a kid who had polio in the '50s.
I think this will be a LONG haul. He did give me a temporary handicap sticker for 4 months (that'll make things easier) and he said I could have physical therapy if I need it. (Oh yeah, I'm gonna need it.)
Hubby is trying his best but this is NOT easy for him. His entire routine of doing nothing has been disrupted and it will be good when I can start doing more things on my own. Feeding and going outside, I am still not sure of yet.
But at least I am making SOME progress.
I go back to the doctor again in 3 weeks,
I guess I'll wait until then before I sign up for the Clog dancing championships in September.
Yay.
After what seemed like an impossibly long two weeks, I finally got back to the doctor yesterday.
They removed the temporary splint they had put on my leg after the surgery and I must admit it was huge relief. The temporary splint had been very uncomfortable. They took out the stitches, (16 on the outside of my ankle, 6 on the inside and re-xrayed it. This was the first time I got a good look at all the hardware and believe me, it IS hardware. I have two 3' stainless steel screws (I thought they were titanium but he said they were German stainless steel) one on each side of mu ankle holding the bones together and also a plate with 4 additional screws stabilizing the ankle. Damn. That was one BAD break, a lot worse than I realized.
I cannot move my ankle (although the doctor said I will eventually be able to) and he made me work with it until I could move it at least 6' before he put the cast on.
The new cast is SOOOOOOO much better. It's one of those fiberglass jobs (just plain white, even though I wanted camo) and it feels 100% better. It is soft on the inside, a lot more secure and stable.
He said I should start putting a little bit of weight on it (like standing up to brush my teeth) and I need to start trying the crutches. I am still very leery of those but it's not.) as bad with this new cast on.
And the one big deal is at least I can sleep comfortably now, in any position I want. With the temporary one, I could feel the jagged plaster inside and it would dig into my leg unless I positioned it just right. The new cast is comfy and it doesn't poke into my leg anywhere.
At least I am making progress, although my leg looks like a kid who had polio in the '50s.
I think this will be a LONG haul. He did give me a temporary handicap sticker for 4 months (that'll make things easier) and he said I could have physical therapy if I need it. (Oh yeah, I'm gonna need it.)
Hubby is trying his best but this is NOT easy for him. His entire routine of doing nothing has been disrupted and it will be good when I can start doing more things on my own. Feeding and going outside, I am still not sure of yet.
But at least I am making SOME progress.
I go back to the doctor again in 3 weeks,
I guess I'll wait until then before I sign up for the Clog dancing championships in September.
Yay.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
It's all fun until someone breaks their leg...
okay.
One fast easy sure-fire way to screw up you summer.
Last week, Monday the 13th to be exact, I broke my leg.
It was one of those totally freaky-deaky accidents and it happened in an instant.
But needless to say, my summer is shot to hell.
I was going outside Monday morning to let the dog sit outside in the sun.
I got a cup of coffee and was going down the ramp off our deck.
Near the bottom of the ramp, there was some pine straw.
Well, I slipped on the pine straw, my leg went out from under me and I hit my ankle squarely on the edge on the ramp.
My ankle snapped like a twig.
I heard it crack and I knew instantly it was bad.
I got to the ER and the x-ray showed that I'd broken both bones in my leg, below where an old break from years ago had healed.
I got a temporary splint and an appointment with the orthopedic surgeon the next day.
It didn't take him long to decide what was next.
I had surgery a week ago today.
The break was much worse than they'd thought in the ER.
He put 6 titanium screws on the inside of my ankle, a titanium plate and 4 screws on the outside.
I have been home for a week and I am now officially going stir crazy.
I cannot play golf, I cannot drive, I cannot even go outside on my own right now.
I hate this house and the way it is laid out.
It is impossible to move around with tripping over someone else (I have always hated that about this house but this just magnifies the problem).
And I am going nuts.
Hubby has been very kind and a lot of help.
He made coffee for me (even though he had no clue how to do it) and he has had to do just about everything....cooking cleaning, laundry, feeding.
Yesterday, he went out to lunch and to the range.
I am sure he needed a break. I would.
I don't go back to the doctor until a week from today.
I don't know what he'll do.
I'm hoping he'll take off this HUGE dressing and put on a smaller lighter cast.
And I'm hoping he will send me to physical therapy a few times so I can learn to use crutches.
I have some but I am very leery of using them right now.
Crazyfriend brought over one of her late father's wheelchairs and that has been a tremendous help.
I can get around the house pretty well using it.
That's it.
My summer is TOTALLY shot to hell in a handbasket.
I had to call my friend and cancel my trip to Florida that I had planned for August.
My Jeep is a stick-shift and I don't know if I will be able to drive it.
I may have to think about getting a different car.
Golf?? Don't even know about that.
Talk about things changing in a instant.
It's true.
You just never ever know what's going to happen.,
One fast easy sure-fire way to screw up you summer.
Last week, Monday the 13th to be exact, I broke my leg.
It was one of those totally freaky-deaky accidents and it happened in an instant.
But needless to say, my summer is shot to hell.
I was going outside Monday morning to let the dog sit outside in the sun.
I got a cup of coffee and was going down the ramp off our deck.
Near the bottom of the ramp, there was some pine straw.
Well, I slipped on the pine straw, my leg went out from under me and I hit my ankle squarely on the edge on the ramp.
My ankle snapped like a twig.
I heard it crack and I knew instantly it was bad.
I got to the ER and the x-ray showed that I'd broken both bones in my leg, below where an old break from years ago had healed.
I got a temporary splint and an appointment with the orthopedic surgeon the next day.
It didn't take him long to decide what was next.
I had surgery a week ago today.
The break was much worse than they'd thought in the ER.
He put 6 titanium screws on the inside of my ankle, a titanium plate and 4 screws on the outside.
I have been home for a week and I am now officially going stir crazy.
I cannot play golf, I cannot drive, I cannot even go outside on my own right now.
I hate this house and the way it is laid out.
It is impossible to move around with tripping over someone else (I have always hated that about this house but this just magnifies the problem).
And I am going nuts.
Hubby has been very kind and a lot of help.
He made coffee for me (even though he had no clue how to do it) and he has had to do just about everything....cooking cleaning, laundry, feeding.
Yesterday, he went out to lunch and to the range.
I am sure he needed a break. I would.
I don't go back to the doctor until a week from today.
I don't know what he'll do.
I'm hoping he'll take off this HUGE dressing and put on a smaller lighter cast.
And I'm hoping he will send me to physical therapy a few times so I can learn to use crutches.
I have some but I am very leery of using them right now.
Crazyfriend brought over one of her late father's wheelchairs and that has been a tremendous help.
I can get around the house pretty well using it.
That's it.
My summer is TOTALLY shot to hell in a handbasket.
I had to call my friend and cancel my trip to Florida that I had planned for August.
My Jeep is a stick-shift and I don't know if I will be able to drive it.
I may have to think about getting a different car.
Golf?? Don't even know about that.
Talk about things changing in a instant.
It's true.
You just never ever know what's going to happen.,
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
The Michael Jackson Memorial
Okay, okay.
I watched it.
I really hadn't intended to but hubby was out for the day, I had the TV to myself and I was just surfing through.
I clicked on it, thinking that I would be cynical and have an opportunity to grumble about it.
I am not a Michael Jackson fan.
But interestingly enough, I wound up watching almost the entire thing.
At first, it seemed a little surreal.
It was VERY tastefully done, it was not over the top and I think the church-like atmosphere in the Staples Center was pretty amazing.
You could hear a pin drop.
The talent was heartfelt and the emotions were raw.
The big egos were all put aside and the people who were up there on the stage seemed open and honest in their love, their loss and their grief.
I am not a Michael Jackson fan.
But I must give credit to a pretty amazing memorial.
Crowds were well behaved and respectful.
And there was a unique wliingness of intensely private people to share very personal, intimate feelings with everyone who seemed to genuinely love this man.
The tears were real.
I watched it.
I really hadn't intended to but hubby was out for the day, I had the TV to myself and I was just surfing through.
I clicked on it, thinking that I would be cynical and have an opportunity to grumble about it.
I am not a Michael Jackson fan.
But interestingly enough, I wound up watching almost the entire thing.
At first, it seemed a little surreal.
It was VERY tastefully done, it was not over the top and I think the church-like atmosphere in the Staples Center was pretty amazing.
You could hear a pin drop.
The talent was heartfelt and the emotions were raw.
The big egos were all put aside and the people who were up there on the stage seemed open and honest in their love, their loss and their grief.
I am not a Michael Jackson fan.
But I must give credit to a pretty amazing memorial.
Crowds were well behaved and respectful.
And there was a unique wliingness of intensely private people to share very personal, intimate feelings with everyone who seemed to genuinely love this man.
The tears were real.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
A $2000 Dachshund
well, today was a long and tiring but very interesting day.
Our little dog, Cookie has been having really bad problems with her teeth and gums.
We have been fighting it for 6 months now and it just got to be too much.
Our regular vet said it was too extensive and complicated for her to handle so she referred us to a veterinary dental clinic in Charlotte NC.
We went up there today (we left at 6:00 a.m.).
It is a pleasant drive to Charlotte.
We found the clinic easily (Thank Heaven it wasn't in Charlotte proper but just outside the city).
The vet (veterinary dental medicine is her specialty) was absolutely WONDERFUL.
She was young but very knowledgeable, kind and patient.
She examined the Cookie monster, took her back sedated her did a full set of x-rays which took about 30 minutes.
Then she came out and showed us the x-rays and talked to us about what needed to be done.
It turned out the Cookie had very extensive periodontal disease and needed to have numerous teeth extracted.
We said go for it, that is why we came up here.
The dental surgery took about 2 hours.
We had lunch and shopped, just killing time.
Then it took another 2 hours for Cookie to wake up from the anesthesia.
The vet pulled 16 teeth!
She did a couple of gum flaps (a small surgical procedure to attempt to save a couple of key teeth) and put her on antibiotics, anti-inflammatory medicine and pain medication.
Cookie recovered very well...although our bank account won't.
Everything came to a little over $2000.
It will be worth it if her gums heal and she is happier, healthier and not in constant pain from a low grade infection.
what a long day.
Our little dog, Cookie has been having really bad problems with her teeth and gums.
We have been fighting it for 6 months now and it just got to be too much.
Our regular vet said it was too extensive and complicated for her to handle so she referred us to a veterinary dental clinic in Charlotte NC.
We went up there today (we left at 6:00 a.m.).
It is a pleasant drive to Charlotte.
We found the clinic easily (Thank Heaven it wasn't in Charlotte proper but just outside the city).
The vet (veterinary dental medicine is her specialty) was absolutely WONDERFUL.
She was young but very knowledgeable, kind and patient.
She examined the Cookie monster, took her back sedated her did a full set of x-rays which took about 30 minutes.
Then she came out and showed us the x-rays and talked to us about what needed to be done.
It turned out the Cookie had very extensive periodontal disease and needed to have numerous teeth extracted.
We said go for it, that is why we came up here.
The dental surgery took about 2 hours.
We had lunch and shopped, just killing time.
Then it took another 2 hours for Cookie to wake up from the anesthesia.
The vet pulled 16 teeth!
She did a couple of gum flaps (a small surgical procedure to attempt to save a couple of key teeth) and put her on antibiotics, anti-inflammatory medicine and pain medication.
Cookie recovered very well...although our bank account won't.
Everything came to a little over $2000.
It will be worth it if her gums heal and she is happier, healthier and not in constant pain from a low grade infection.
what a long day.
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