Went to the doc today -- he said my x-rays look good... healing well, then put my hand/wrist in a fiberglass cast which I have to wear for 8 weeks.... EIGHT WEEKS!!!!! GA!
What ever did I do to deserve this?
|Pink! At least it matches the house.....|
surgery went well, no screws, just pins.... in a lot of pain.... can't do shit with my hand wrapped up like a baseball attached to my arm... see the doc on tuesday for follow-up... still can't wrap my head around my sister's death, doesn't seem real... nothing seems real
taking it day by day
sorry about this one handed typing
excuse me for trying to type one handed.... spent the last week or so preparing tp travel to Wisconsin for my sisters' funeral, paperwork, (letters from vet/shrink) hoops to jump getting Kona on board as a service dog, not to mention buying new luggage bag that fits new carryon rules, getting approval for kona's meds-- are liquid --- everything lined up with travel agent etc. a cat sitter for Ripley, half packed, ready to go on Monday, and I then I slipped and fell....
didn't think much of it that the time. But a day or so later, my wrist and hand are swelling up... didn't think much, just put on some ice on it, went to the drug store and bought wrap/brace, finally today too much to bear, my hand swollen so much that my wedding ring causing that finger to get bluish black, went to clinic today, got x-rayed.... turns out broke my hand's megacarpule-something bone plus splintered fractures in my wrist, doc said. you really did one to yourself. Put temporary splint on it --- wants me for a follow up in 3 days with an orthopedic doc... might need surgery... which is my sister's funeral service date, asked the doc if I could wait until I return and she said I would be risking serious permanent damage if I waited that long..........
Was the happiest day of my life.
Today is also a sad day... my sister, Karen, passed away sometime last weekend and found deceased in her bed on Monday... Still in shock.
I tell you, grief sucks.
|That's my sister, the blonde next to Bob. The other woman is her friend Pat.|
And I do hope it's the last one.... seems this house always has something going wrong with it.
Anyway, back in February I noticed my coffee maker was leaking. I got a new, the old the one left a stain which I tried to scrub out without much luck, but figured, what the heck, whose going to be looking under the coffee pot?
Imagine my surprise when I walked into the kitchen about a month ago and saw this: