Been awhile..(try 20+ years) but yea, I'm with RJ...it seems the pain from my initial surgery did start getting better around the 3rd week...Hang in there
Hey, we never heard if the painter showed up or if bf remembered to cancel him?
It's hard to resist some sort of screw competition joke, but I got 12 screws and a plate....
Sheesh ! Kind of sounds like my first marriage...about 12 screws and some divorce papers {No, I'm not bitter....A blessing in disguise Love ya, Miss IC }
BTW...my money's on the chickens Besides, Lil might need them if bf pulls another one of those delays in getting her a BBQ sandwich
If I were getting screwed regularly, I'm sure the screw jokes would be more tolerable. As it is, they make me feel bitter.
The sensation of the morphine hitting my system was strange. Kind of like the special effect you sometimes see on TV or in the movies, where the screen starts to shimmy, then dissolve in concentric rings. Not an overly pleasant feeling. The nurse in the ER said, before she gave it to me, that it sometimes "sort of takes your breath away." That would have been okay, except that it didn't touch the pain.
Years ago I had an abcessed tooth, and I was out of town, so I phoned my dentist and he phoned a prescription for percodan to a pharmacy nearby. I took some, and when it kicked in, I felt dizzy, woozy, short of breath, like I was trying to run in deep, frozen molasses. Like those dreams where you try to run but your legs are leaden. I was immersed in fog, drowning in fog, but through it all was one brilliant beacon: this throbbing, excruciating pain in my jaw. The percodan took the edge off everything except the pain. I couldn't believe that anyone would voluntarily take this pill.
Hey, we never heard if the painter showed up or if bf remembered to cancel him?
The painter never showed up, so I'm not sure if bf cancelled him or he just didn't show up.
Things have been VERY different here at bf's mom's apartment. He is graciously (and constantly) taking care of a million tasks for me and her with only the minimal grimacing and sighing. It's like night and day compared to that first week at my house. He's replenishing my ice supply several times a day, which means going out and buying several 10 lb bags of ice at a time and lugging them up here. He's bringing me coffee (as I hang out on the sofa) first thing every morning.
As a result, I LOVE being here-- the three of us hanging out together-- It feels so GOOD. Mom and I are getting along great-- our interaction is minimal, only for the reason that we're so comfortable with each other. It's nice to see her relaxed instead of my usual experience of her, which was sitting at the table arguing with bf over something having to do with the bar. It's great not to have to hear much of anything about the bar.
Friday the lady who does pedicures for me made a house call and gave us both pedicures. Last night bf's daughter came and we all had dinner together sitting at the table. I'm spending my time reading my book club book, surfing the net, napping, coloring in my mandala coloring book, watching tv, did I mention napping? I'm probably being more sluglike than is necessary or even advisable, but this might be the first time in my life EVER (including childhood) that I could just sit and let someone else take care of me. I'm likin' it a lot.
There's an affectionate vibe between me and bf, but nothing remotely romantic, so I'm still seeing the same future for us. Right now, I'm very content.
ETA: Did I post something like this already? It sounds familiar...
I don't know if anyone on the forum had ice delivered to his or her home. Some of us older folks had iceboxes till the late 40’s or early 50's. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Icebox No ice cream storage then. You ate what ice cream you brought home ASAP, but that wasn’t too bad at the time.
The ortho doc unwrapped the cast today and said my ankle looked wonderful. No redness, minimal swelling, no drainage, and best of all: no pus! Whew! Great news, eh? No pus... Lil shakes head in wonderment. Then his helper rewrapped it for another week.
Personally, I thought it looked icky, but then I never even took biology in college. I took physics: no bodily excretions or fluids.
Bf took a picture of the ankle with his zillion-mega-pixel camera so his daughter (the athletic trainer) could see it in excruciating detail.
Anyone who wants a picture, please write your name and address on the back of an 8 X 10 glossy picture of YOUR ankle (no socks, please), attach a $20 bill, and a self-addressed stamped envelope, and just hold on to these things. I'll be in touch.
Hey Lou, My house still has a door that is cut into a wall near my side/back door to allow ice delivery. My house was built in 1923 so pre-dates the modern fridge. It's a cool thing to have.
Scott
"Satisfaction is not guaranteed." Rule #19 Ferengi "Rules of Acquistition"
{No, I'm not bitter....A blessing in disguise 
Love ya, Miss IC 
