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I can’t take it anymore!
One would think it would be fun to have someone else do everything for you like grocery shop; carry laundry up and down stairs; and other sundry chores. I HATE it. Don't get me wrong- I am so grateful that I have such a wonderful husband, but I'm much too independent for this. I'm a doer, not a taker and this is getting old. Every time I try to 'do', I'm either chastised by BJ or my foot starts yelling at me. That's not to say that I don't keep trying (double negative? What kind of drugs am I taking?) We're flying the family (Cameron, Casey, Ranger Mike, Kathy, BJ and me) out to visit my parents in a few days and I'm starting to dread the idea of flying in a plane. If my foot isn't propped up, it starts aching. Bone pain ain't fun, as I've shared before. I told my foot surgeon that I'm surprised that this seems to hurt more than when I had all those fractures in my face. He said it's because of gravity, and he's not surprised. OK, that makes sense, but I'm getting really tired of sitting with my foot up. Lessee.... choices: 1. Sit with my foot up 2. Cry (not really, but I feel like it!) BJ wants to get a wheelchair for the airport, but I dunno.... knowing me, I'll refuse and will hobble along on my crutches. I'm also getting cabin fever and feel bad about not being able to take Einstein to the dog park. I feel like a complete slug and can feel my hips getting wider as I write this. ::sob:: I'm afraid for my jeans and the stress I'll be putting on the seams. Hopefully they fit- shoot, that would be terrible to find out the day I'm supposed to fly out. In happier news, I'm really excited that we're all going to see my parents and brother. The 'kids' haven't seen my parents in something like four or five years and they're in for a big surprise. My dad is no longer wearing glasses (cataract surgery), which he's worn since his early 20's; and has shaved his mustache (something he's had since before the boys were born.) I'm tempted to bring a pair of Groucho Marx glasses just to ease us into this new look. I'm beyond sad that everyone won't be there, but am hoping that one day we can make that happen. I finished an e-learning course for one of my more well known clients today and then it will be translated to French. I was supposed to bill part of it at this juncture and the rest when the French version is done, but the client asked me to bill for the entire thing today so it'll go into her May budget. Gee, twist my arm. I guess that's my way of saying, I'm not really sitting here doing nothing. I was back at work the same week I had the surgery being a money making machine. Good thing nobody wanted a drug test! RisibleGirl was blabbing on about another adventure on 05/25 at 03:14 PM
Go visit Einstein's blog!    ![]() Angela Noelle wrote:
Okay, I am wagging my finger at you and speaking in a very stern voice--you should use a wheelchair at the airport!! Airports really do involve SO much walking, and with your foot still healing, I know that you don't want to injure yourself again before all of your fun family time! Okay, finger wagging over I totally understand. I love just sitting around the house, but there's a difference when it's your choice and when it's something you're being forced to do. I hope the airplane ride isn't too painful and have SO MUCH fun!!!    ![]() sarah wrote:
Can I suggest that you use the wheelchair AND make sure the crutches are to hand? That way, BJ will have something with which to beat you when you try and get out of the wheelchair. Enjoy the family time    ![]() Brenda Withers wrote:
Get the wheelchair. you get to board and deboard first. And bj doesn't have to push you..... they usually have one of the flight personell take you from the ticket counter to the gate. And I totally understand how you feel about somebody else always doing the things you wish you could do. When they finally let me drive,whoooooo hoooo.....they were all..... don't get lost. do you want me to go with you. NO. Take the Wheelchair. you'll be glad you did! Next entry: Slowly but surely Previous entry: It wasn't Lee Harvey Oswald. It was the MAIDS! In case you're wondering.... On this day clear back in 2010 I wrote: The last day of Hospice training and other stuff… On this day clear back in 2009 I wrote: Who knew that kicking the dog would make me feel better? On this day clear back in 2008 I wrote: Playing in the boys’ sandbox On this day clear back in 2007 I wrote: Cocoon On this day clear back in 2005 I wrote: I don’t know where to begin with this post |