I was really thinking about cancelling my Physical Therapy dude this morning – I’m just tired – tired of the cast, tired of the swelling, tired of the situation, tired of the wheel chair – tho Bob and I had a lot of laughs with the battering ram foot thing straight out in front trotting around town. This is not really any fun at all and sometimes I feel so down about it – I’m a shut in till someone comes to take me out and right now that is 1x per week via Bob – shit, I’m losing all color - I’m going to look ghost like in another week. Chairwoman Mao Mao has been great – she even lays next to me at night so I can pet her – but only for a little while….tho last night I think she sensed I was feeling blue and let me keep my hand on her till I fell asleep – of course she was in my face this am when I woke up – with the “where the hell is my whipped cream?” face. I will get ready for Robert the Physical Therapist and hope he doesn’t find the crutches I’ve hidden, I simply cannot use them. The walker is okay but anyone without truly fleshy palms, bike gloves and foam wraps is a big fat liar if they say this is great.
I was really bad yesterday; took off the air cast and removed the bandages….then wheeled into the bathroom and stuck both lower legs into the bathtub….filled it with water (not that I could feel the temperature due to the “underlying conditions aka UC”) and just let them soak….then because Sharhonda (seriously her mother could not decide – she told me) was not here threatening to do my legs with an electric razor, I did the unthinkable….no cuts, no bleeding to death due to coumadin….now that made my Sunday.
My Saturday was great. Bob arrives and I basically did the butt and hand thing to get down the stairs. The wheelchair is so heavy – so this is like weight lifting in the gym for Bob – who got that downstairs and into his car. Off we go to Ralphs, Trader Joes, Sprinkles (he needed for his daughters’ 21!) the pet store (I broke the litter scooper) for a new blue scoop; and then home to drop off the refrigerated goods. Next a beautiful Mexican lunch down in La Jolla where the sea breeze was noticeable…the pelicans flying in formation, and Bob and I just the two of us watching the people and world go by like normal….then to Costco. I send Bob off to gas up and a shopping cart gatherer pushes me up the ramp. I wheel myself to pharmacy, pick up drugs and head out. Bob has not been able to find a parking space and I figure he is out in front (instead of side where he dropped me off) so.. I put the hot pink Prada Bag around my neck, get the bag of drugs into my mouth and head down the ramp – WHEE WHEE WHEEE I looked like that pig on a luge from the ads during the Olympics, tho I was going much much faster…..at the bottom a startled senior citizen just looked over at me and I said – that was fun! Wheeled my way over to Bob sans the drugs in my mouth and pink purse around my neck… I do know how to have fun now don’t I?
Dad and Jody are still back east waiting for power. I guess it is like Waiting for Godot (one of my favorite plays ever) and they have reservations for this Saturday to fly out but we shall see. Dad reports that they are comfortable although I am sure it isn’t. They have a block of ice in the fridge and keep daily food there. He is cooking on the barbecue via propane and she bikes around for supplies. . . they don’t want to use the gas in the car unless absolutely necessary as they can’t get gas pumped due to the power being out. Once the power is back on they will be able to get the trees that were downed out of the way of the wires for all else they need. What a disaster this storm was. I’m just grateful I’m here rather than there – I can see that being a really big problem for them. I’m hopeful the bakery opens that makes the good Babka before they come – you know who like that!
