Happy Birthday, karen-- I had forgotten that you were a fellow Scorpio!
It's now 10 til 3 and still no sandwich. I did get the apple, though. A girlfriend is coming to get me for dinner with our ladies group around 6 pm. I wonder if I'll get the sandwich before then?
IC, you could point that deer this way, and, walking slowly, it will probably get here before my sandwich. What kind of pickles?
It's now ten after three. I first asked for something to eat at 9:00 this morning, because he said he was going out and would be running errands all day. He has yet to leave the house.
He just came into the bedroom to tell me that the National Wildlife Federation had called to get him to support some political thing and he had a nice long chat with them.
I said, "So you'll be going to the barbecue restaurant soon?"
He said, "I'm going OUT. I have to go here and there and then I'll bring you a sandwich."
I said, "D is picking me up in less than three hours for dinner."
He: "I'll be back before then, probably in a half hour. Or maybe an hour." (Glancing at clock, realizing that that will only be an hour and a half before dinner, and blaming me for putting him in this spot, now adopting familiar sarcastic/patronizing tone that says, "YOU'VE put ME in this impossible situation; how do you want me to fix it?") "What would YOU like me to DO?" He leans on bed, looks at me with tilted head and raised eyebrows.
I said, "Is there anything here to eat?"
He said, "The apple didn't do it for you, huh?"
I said, "Well it sort of did."
He: "Well, what would you LIKE?"
Me: "I'd like a barbecued chicken sandwich."
He, standing up, raising voice, huffing out of the room," Well what I guess I just better DO is to go to the restaurant and GET you your SANDWICH, hadn't I? Would that meet with your approval?" Stomps out of house, drives to barbecue place (I assume) about five blocks away.
This is a very common/routine type of transaction these days. He's testy, on edge, sarcastic, rude, ready to bite my head off at a moment's notice. The fact that I'm in a disabled condition doesn't seem to be a blip on his radar screen except insofar as it makes him feel MORE inadequate than he usually does.
I'll let you know if and when the sandwich gets here.
okay the sandwich got here, but not the fruit salad that I asked for several times (I knew he would forget that, but I didn't remind him because I've had enough sarcasm for one day)
I wake up this morning, with a blanket wrapped around me and a little note from IC asking if I wanted to be his "groupie" tonight and what is this about a "flying shish kabob????"
OMG !!! Never mind..I just read Mojo's post ! IC, you sick, sick pup ! Tell you what...you figure this out with your knee brace and all and maybe we'll think about it
Mojo, why do you keep feeding my boy's mind with this stuff ? He's twisted enough as it is
Whoa !!! How did I miss this !!! Quick Mojo & GP...I need some brainstorming here - standing up beside the bed maybe ??? {Damn knee brace..IC muttering to himself}
Mrs.Cac, It's actually pretty simple logic on my part..each morning I wake up and figure I basically have 2 choices...be happy, or be miserable. I don't know about you, but I don't really care to be around miserable people sooo....I choose the happy route Read the obituaries each morning...if your name ain't in 'em - smile and have a good day because tomorrow's paper comes out too soon
Karen, {IC in conversation with his split personality..."IC, don't go there...it's her b-day, just wish her happy b-day" - "But...but..but this is Karen...little sweetheart 40 yr old..surf & turf dinner...oh alright"} Happy 40th B-day !!!! I'm trying my best to get there myself Give all my best wishes to your various friends and whatever they are dealing with.
Lill, I hate that you're going through this ((((((Lill)))))) Try to ration out that chicken sandwich And tell this bf to straighten up !! He's messing with my cyber mother figure (nothing to do with age, just that calming nature you share )
Darn, I go away for a couple weeks and it becomes the SSM reunion! Lil, happy birthday and sorry to hear about your ankle. I hope it heals quickly and completely. Ankles can be tricky things (just ask MrsGGB).
Karen, Happy Birthday to you too, you spring chicken you.
CSW, good to hear from you. Glad to hear things have worked out for you. You are an inspiration.
IC, I'm not going to touch that with a 10 foot kabob skewer
'm grateful for this bb, as I'm not sure how I would have coped without you all, and doubt I'd still be married today if it wasn't for the support I've found here. I'm grateful for Corri's guidance, and Honeypot's support back a while ago. I'm especially grateful for MrsGGB for putting up with me.
Lil: Better get busy - go here and place your order right now. It will be at your door tomorrow. I can't handle thinking of you starving to death while he chats with the World Wildlife Foundation.
Sorry, but the irony of the WWF call while you are in need of a meaty sandwich did get me chuckling. Perhaps you could have sent him over the edge by asking him where your farkin' barbecued Panda sandwich was?!
Maybe you should hire a temporary caregiver for a while?
Geeze...me and my troubleshooting instinct kicking in.
Best wishes for a speedy and non-famished recovery.
Huggs to you Lil. My guess is that you will be at LEAST 6 weeks non-weight bearing, so you really need to have someone there to help with the day to day stuff.
IOW, what Hairdog said.
I'm hoping bf will get adjusted to these new stressors and rise to the occasion.
Hd, I loved your post on See's thread--YMMV but probably not: ask the man who owns one, eh? Lots of that advice was coming straight at me, too. I've been making too many excuses for too long and trying to blow sunshine up my own dress. It's not working so well these days.
Bf was totally tied up today helping his mom-- she's moving into an independent living apartment connected with the nursing home. Thank goodness-- we've been trying to get her out of the rat's nest of a house where she lives. His mom's second chemo is tomorrow-- she'll go into the hospital overnight for that. Then he has choir practice-- concert next week-- he's one of two basses. Then his therapist. He can't miss any of those things.
This morning my bf helped me load all my stuff in my car and then I drove to the animal hospital to pick up my two cats who had surgery. The attendants brought them out and I paid from the car, kind of like at Sonic, but the $$ would have bought about a billion slushes and tater tots. Then I phoned my cleaning lady, who was just getting ready with her husband to take their seven kids on a little holiday for the weekend. (She is absolutely the most amazing person... 38, and a complete bundle of energy, plus sooo loving. They have five kids of their own and they just adopted brothers 7 and 11. They live an a very rural area-- like me-- and her parents live next door. Plus, she is GORGEOUS. She runs this cleaning business and employs local women-- there are not that many flexible job opportunities for women in this small town. But I digress...) I asked her if she would meet me at my house and help me unload. She said of course.
I looked like the opening scene of the Beverly Hillbillies, where they drive into town with all their possessions hanging off the car. I had one cat carrier in the front seat with the walker balanced on top of it, my huge purse, my toiletries, my bag of laundry. In the back seat, another cat carrier and the wheelchair. In the very back (hatchback), my laptop, my bag of schoolbooks, groceries, and on top of everything, the shower chair. The upside is that if I had had a wreck in a deserted area, providing no one was hurt, I could have survived nicely for a couple of weeks.
She CHEERFULLY (hear that, bf?) unloaded everything, asked me where I wanted her to put stuff, told me they'd be back on Saturday if I needed anything else.
I made some yummy Whole Foods microwave spaghetti (that stuff reminds me of the cafeteria spaghetti of my youth and is the perfect comfort food), and now I'm settled on the sofa with my computer, my leg propped up, the sun pouring in my south-facing windows, quite content. I have one proposal that's due online tonight at midnight and that client still has some stuff to send me. I need to write a Christmas letter for another client. I've dropped choir and my other class for the rest of the semester, and I plan to stay here, possibly in this very spot, until at least Monday when I have to go back to the ankle doctor.
If I can get the wheelchair in and out of the back seat while balancing on the walker, I should be independently mobile. I've already gotten much stronger than just last Wednesday when this happened. When all is said and done, I should be able to break cinder blocks with my right leg, and bend steel bars with my arms.
I may need some help breaking up with my bf later this year. I may be asking for suggestions and pointers.
Did I mention he just bought the 50 acres contiguous with my 13 acres?
Hd, re barbecue delivery... UPS doesn't like to come up my 1/4 mile driveway. They're scared-- buncha wimps. So I usually have stuff delivered to my bf's house in town. There's a pizza hut in my small town, but I don't think they deliver out here either. I still have Whole Foods frozen spaghette, lasagna, and macaroni and beef in the freezer.
RJ, did you mean 6 weeks AFTER I have the surgery, whenever that is?
Lil, I am so confused because you sound amazingly mobile for a serious ankle fracture. Now granted, I had 3 breaks, not 2, but I couldn't drive a car, couldn't even transfer into a car without assistance, could only maneuver a small amt in the kitchen, etc. I had a walker but I propped my thigh up on the walker seat as I moved. IOW, there was absolutely no weight bearing! I slipped up a few times and was scared to death that I ruined the alignment.
And yes, the 6 weeks start after the surgery. I was non weight bearing for 10 weeks...one doctor said 12 and another 8, so I compromised and did the 10.
Please be careful. What you do now will determine the level of mobility ( and swelling and pain) for the rest of your life. This will be your Achilles' heel.
On a brighter note, I pretty much have full range of motion and can play tennis and live my life.
You must take a time-out of your regular life now. It's inconvenient, costly, uncomfortable, etc, but there will be positives along the way.
Now go get some rest! ( Miss IC, we need more rope here).
Tell you what...you figure this out with your knee brace and all and maybe we'll think about it 
And tell this bf to straighten up !! He's messing with my cyber mother figure 