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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.
Oh dear, medication withdrawal is just awful. The number of times this happens because of insurance companies and/or physician staff is unforgivable. I hope they get it straight quickly.
I has the tramadol. He called the pharmacy and it was ready, so he went and got it. I don't know if it's suggestion, but I feel better already.
Yay!
I ran a couple cartons of almond milk over to #1 son, part to keep him from starving, part to check on him. Apartment was a lot cleaner than last visit. That probably means girls visited. I know, sexist, but they seem to have a lower tolerance for squalor than my son. I invited his roommate to join us for T'day.