Still on non-weight bearing.  My bones are great, but not so much the incision, which isn’t healing properly.

Back and forth over why I had PT.  It was, in fact, ordered by Boyle’s office, but they are blaming it for why the incision hasn’t healed.

I lost the splint, have a boot.

On the way home, I was angry, frustrated and feeling sorry for myself, at which point Ron decided to change the subject to his beloved Native Americans in North Dakota.

Boohoo.

Another bad dream about the Cohens last night.  I was carrying a beautiful baby and he fell asleep in my arms.  I put him down in a kind of soft blanket/bed, but adopter-liar rolled him out of it.  The baby stayed asleep, though.

It’s here: the end of 3 weeks of the dubiously named “non weight bearing” period of my recovery from ankle replacement surgery.

Ron made a big (10 cup) pot of coffee.  I vacuumed, and he put carpet tape on the undersides of the living room rug and the rug by the sink.

I made the bed and took a shower.  Ron stopped at the Senior Center and brought Robert to work.

I cancelled Meals on Wheels and got in touch with our insurance agent about a mortgage company request for homeowners coverage info.

Did some work on crutches with Gregg the PTA.  He gave me a few standing exercises for the left leg.  I figured out a way to get into the house with crutches.

Right wrist, arm and shoulder hurting this morning.  Icing helped.

Smokey paid an early visit, around 7 and then around 2.  He stayed for a bit, but doesn’t like the scooter.

Fruit salad and bagel for breakfast.  Pizza for Ron and zucchini pie for me for lunch.  No cooking today, we have plenty of leftovers.

Ron did laundry, we both changed bed sheets.  He’s off to the transfer station.

Ron worked today.  Still raining.

We made a nice supper: baked haddock, salad, zucchini/onion pie, roasted kale.

I cleaned up my email accounts, deleted over 2,000 unread emails.

How-To

Yellow Sweet Clover

Extended family can’t relate to an adoptee as freely or as completely as they can “one of their own”.  It’s nature’s way.

Funny how no one acknowledges the place of extended family in adoption, only the Triad.  As if grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins aren’t important.

Up at 5.  Ron stayed home today.  PT this afternoon.

Ron spent the morning squaring away his passwords.  If I had a dollar for every time…..

He did a big shop in the afternoon.  We had pizza for supper to give the kitchen a break.

It rained pretty much all day, so I didn’t go out.  Timid.

Affordable housing advocates usually justify their point of view with the squishy concept of “diversity”, whatever that means, but otherwise fail to explain how the greater community benefits from permanent “affordable” housing. Except, of course, for tourist industry and retail moguls who need cheap labor. Short-term (a year or less) assistance makes sense to help people through a rough spot, but most people on Planet Earth make our homes where we can afford to live, and not necessarily where we’d like.

Rentals scarce on Cape Cod

Finally, I can count the days until the split comes off on one hand: 5 days and 5 nights.

I’ve been keeping up with exercises, moving carefully and eating healthily.

Smokey stopped by this morning, briefly.  I think he was looking for Ron, who was downstairs doing laundry.

Gave Stoneman Center a glowing review yesterday.

Got help from Mac with routing the MVC app.

Feeling better today.  Did a little off-roading (mailbox and gardens) with the scooter.

Not sure why I feel this way, but I do.  I’ve not been comfortable asking for help for a long time.

I am worn out with asking Ron for help.  He’s done so much these past weeks.