Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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Making lists is more than half the battle!
My DIL talked me into going for a consult with the acupuncturist she is seeing. Ha, after me working on her for a year to get her to go. Anyway, I get to spend 1-1/2 hours there tomorrow morning coming up with a plan for my wellness.
I'm stuck in a spiral of - my ankle hurts too much to stand on, so I can't get anything done - take a painkiller sufficient to dull the pain - am now too drowsy to get anything done
My house is a trash pile. I'd be ashamed if I were less stoned.
Ugh, Zenkitty. Whatever on the house because that can be fixed when you feel better. So sorry about the stupid ankle though. How long ago was the surgery? Too many little tender pieces in ankles!
The most recent surgery was two months ago, September 20. The accident was May 8, 2017.
I'm afraid the bone not healing and me walking around on it like a dummy thinking the pain was normal, has done more damage on top of the original damage. It was doing better, and then last night for some reason I could hardly stand up on it. Sure would be nice to heal as fast as I did when I was 20!
Are you still wearing a soft boot or some other brace? The rest it part of the equation is easier said than done.
No, no more brace. Surgeon said I didn't need it anymore. I still wrap it with Ace bandages when I feel like I need a little more support.
Thanks, Laura. I held the mail, newspaper, and CSA deliveries. And ordered TCG a Christmas present, which wasn't on the list for today.
Ack, Zen. I feel your pain—almost literally.
DEENA! Hi! Okay, not really here. But yay!
PIX! I saw the pictures of your house when you bought it. So cute!
I am really weirdly dizzy and discombobulated and nauseous, and Greg thinks it's Tramadol withdrawal since my doctor has trouble getting my prescriptions sent in and I've been out since yesterday. Whatever it is, I'm ready for it to stop. It feels icky.