Why do teenagers need to be such fucking assholes?

Please do let me know if this gets figured out.

Wishing an abundance of spoons for all.

Busy day for me too. I plan to shower! That's a couple hours between getting the actual shower accomplished and recovery nap. I'm expecting my parents and sister to visit. Debating taking them on a field trip to go see the work DH has been doing on the old house. The last time I went in the car I got carsick, but I'm not taking as heavy a dose of pain meds now. That might be a good test run to see if I can make the trip to a friend's party tonight.

I find I am a good patient for the people around me because my needs are simple and temperament pleasant. For me it is pretty miserable though. I hate my non-existent pain tolerance and the ridiculous amount of effort it is to do the easiest thing. Today will be full, but tomorrow I plan to pretend I am on vacation and treasure lying in bed reading and drinking tea. Also, spend some time in gratitude for the life free of physical limitations that I have enjoyed.

So, more concisely, I have always had respect for the many who deal with and overcome physical challenges every day, but my appreciation for the reality of those challenges is bumped up a notch. I have a couple months of discomfort and inconvenience, but I get to do it with the knowledge that this summer I will once again be able to walk for hours a day training for possible marathons with only annoying blisters to overcome.

Ok, enough procrastination, off to the shower. Also, the yellow plastic boot thing they gave me does a perfect job of keeping my foot dry. Yay!

Aside from the glaring WARNING signs on the car, she was fine all the way from Griffith to Long Beach. I had minimum electrical components on. So, no radio, no heater. It was a cold, quiet ride home. But, the car is getting 49.3 MPG, which is really good!

It might be a math error...

Laura: Yay for shower!

After my hospital stay last fall, the ability to take a real shower in my own place was essential to my morale.

It's easy to think of being able to shower when you need to as a chore–until you can't.

I'm posting nekkid! And clean! Taking a break and watching Chris Hayes before getting dressed. I scrubbed my back good with gritty apricot scub stuff because it has been itching, no doubt from all the bed rest stuff. Ahhh, good stuff.

The hybrid aspect of my car is adding zeros to the cost of fixing the car. The hood, grill, side panels, and radiator not too scary expensive, but the air bags deploying ripped up my dashboard and steering wheel and that is mighty pricey. I told the body shop and DH to take their time searching for parts because I am not driving anyway.

Laura, I had bunion surgery on both feet (one at a time)- is that what you've had done? It was, um, an adventure. Never regretted it, though.

I finished watching other people change my oil, gardened for an hour or so, and now I'm sitting on the front porch with a pop. My cat is on his leash, hitched to a convenient spot on the porch. He can move around a bit, but he can't get into the parking lot (kinda the point of hitching him up). A squirrel just limped by in the lot, looking old and slow, practically wearing a "your snack, super fresh" sign. I think I could have caught him if I'd tried. The cat has a "This is quite the special hell, isn't it?" look on his face.

Yes, Zen. I looked for years for some other solution because of said chickenness, but apparently sledgehammering the foot is the only fix. Grateful it is only one foot. I have heard people doing both at the same time. I don't even know how you could.

It is encouraging that you didn't regret it. Did they leave pins in there? She said there are screws that remain forever. I can't wait to walk the dog!

Ha! That is some solid cat torture there, Calli.

Is bunion surgery elective, or do you have to have really extreme ones before they'll consider it?

Made it back from China this morning. I will post more fully when I get the chance. For the moment I will just say that Ryan did so very well with all the travel upheaval. We got up at 5:00 yesterday morning, had a ride in a fairly hot bus for over three hours to the airport, and then of course had two waits in airports and two flights to make it home, over 24 hours after we started. He was a real trooper.

I've also noticed that passersby stopping to wave and say hello to my little boy is apparently independent of culture. People everywhere find him irresistably adorable.