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?
