So I’m grateful for the discussion forum I found on myfootshop.com — the community of people there are so encouraging. I WILL get better. My butt and body ache from lack of activity. I’m going nuts being on my butt. I’m frustrated I can’t be at work for meetings I want to attend.
But it WILL get better. And soon, I can click my heels (or birks) 3 times and make it so!
Monday November 20:
All I wanted was to get out….despite all of the ways my friends are getting me out: driving me to dinner, to church, to baptisms, to Thanksgiving dinners…I just wanted a little “night on the town” – a 2-block walk to the Bi-Rite market, for heaven’s sake.
Of course, I failed to factor in the fact that once I was *at* Bi-Rite I would need to be standing around shopping. Oops. So despite the walk-breaks on the way back – at Dolores Park Cafe and the bus stop…I was POOPED by the time I got back.
Tuesday November 21:
My friend Laura takes me to the doctor. This is a momentous day: I get sutures removed and license to take (brace yourself) a SHOWER!!! Pretty darned exciting. I mean, I appreciate Wet Wipes (trust me, I *really* do now!), but the idea of having *water* be the cleansing agent for my body was starting to sound really appealing. That was, of course, until it hit home that I would be standing on my UNSECURED feet — free of the security and safety of the surgical booties! Eeeipes!! I kept having visions of me falling in the shower…bad imagery – don’t go there – visualize being clean and DONE with the ordeal. I finally made it, but resolved to sit on my butt for future showers.
Sadly, after those two episodes, my feet were finished. The next two evenings (why is it so bad in the evening?) I slept 2-3 hours each owing to the THROBBING pain in my feet.
Will I ever get better? When is it ok to “stretch” things and walk a bit? Stand up? Or do I need to be paranoid aboutit all? Can I ever imagine returning to work or being normal? Discouragement sets in!
Kelly knew it and ordered me two free months. I’ve watched Citizen Kane, An American in Paris and Cold Mountain.
I’ve also rediscovered my heater: I had written it off based on the estimate of the inspector when I bought the place – he said it was history. And the first furnace guy out here gave me a $5K estimate to replace it and the ducts. IN the absence of the nirvana washer/dryer, I resolved to wear sweaters and shiver.
But the washer/dryer repair saga has dragged out and the idea of a working furnace was getting more attractive every day. But I wanted a second opinion! And the guy from Apollos Heating was either lazy or beyond honest: he assured me the furnace and ducts were fine and it was probably my air filter – like $90. I took the filter out, cleaned it for now (though the junk on it made me VERY nervous – if am still fertile, that may have changed things-!).
And now I use it and it WORKS! I can be WARM at home! Which is totally great because I am about as pasty and vitamin D-deprived as one can imagine. I’ve even calibrated the 40 minute window we get sunshine in our gorgeous garden (part of the beauty comes from the foliage which, alas, can block the sunlight). It’s from 11am – noon. So when I can, I run out and sit in the glare and drink it up. “Vitamin D, pour all over me baby!” Like a cockroach or a Brit deprived of fresh air and sun. Sigh.