Very bad week finally ended with an entirely too brief but incredibly welcome visit from two of my Darling Daughters and the Winsome Granddaughter. I must say that little girl is becoming even more of a delight. Dug her chubby baby toes into my tummy as she jounced around. Blew innumerable spit bubbles as we spoke fart noise/zerbit language to one another. My shirt was soaked and I loved every minute of it.
Next day long awaited visit from my Downstate Best Buddy. Tears, reminiscence, good Asian take-out, more tears, and solving most of the world's problems. (If only the guys in charge would listen to the elder women things would go much more smoothly. Alas, it is not to be.) Lots of hugs.
That night, in terror, I began the new drug regime. Blah, blah, blah. I woke up and was still alive. Okey dokey. I'll give this thing a shot. Gritted what's left of my teeth and swung both legs over the side of the mattress.
Yikes! The same pain in the same place with the same intensity. AND I knocked a pile of folded shirts onto the floor. Damn. Gimps will understand how a little goof up like that can spin a morning almost out of control. Let's just skip it. I soldiered on.
Kitchen to cobble together the usual breakfast. The margarine tub winds up on the floor. Who did THAT? It fell opened but right side up; so that really was a comparatively minor set back.
Hobble hobble hobble to the chair with coffee and toast. Sit-um-down gingerly adjusting for leg position. Place canes at the ready near the bookcase. KEE-RASH!! Glass container with rooting pothos smashes to the floor. Damn, damn, double damn,
I wasn't crazy about the vase and the plant was pilfered from the lobby anyway. But cleaning up this mess may take me the better part of the day. Reaching, bending, sweeping, carrying. All are chores that are on my "Almost Impossible To Accomplish" list. To say nothing of the microscopic glass shards I know are lurking.
Almost forgot! Sloshed half a cup of luke warm coffee all over my phone.
Never the less. It shall be done. Tune in next week.
Next day long awaited visit from my Downstate Best Buddy. Tears, reminiscence, good Asian take-out, more tears, and solving most of the world's problems. (If only the guys in charge would listen to the elder women things would go much more smoothly. Alas, it is not to be.) Lots of hugs.
That night, in terror, I began the new drug regime. Blah, blah, blah. I woke up and was still alive. Okey dokey. I'll give this thing a shot. Gritted what's left of my teeth and swung both legs over the side of the mattress.
Yikes! The same pain in the same place with the same intensity. AND I knocked a pile of folded shirts onto the floor. Damn. Gimps will understand how a little goof up like that can spin a morning almost out of control. Let's just skip it. I soldiered on.
Kitchen to cobble together the usual breakfast. The margarine tub winds up on the floor. Who did THAT? It fell opened but right side up; so that really was a comparatively minor set back.
Hobble hobble hobble to the chair with coffee and toast. Sit-um-down gingerly adjusting for leg position. Place canes at the ready near the bookcase. KEE-RASH!! Glass container with rooting pothos smashes to the floor. Damn, damn, double damn,
I wasn't crazy about the vase and the plant was pilfered from the lobby anyway. But cleaning up this mess may take me the better part of the day. Reaching, bending, sweeping, carrying. All are chores that are on my "Almost Impossible To Accomplish" list. To say nothing of the microscopic glass shards I know are lurking.
Almost forgot! Sloshed half a cup of luke warm coffee all over my phone.
Never the less. It shall be done. Tune in next week.
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