Yeah, I ended up with a puffy recliner. The kind I did not want to resort to. Because the furniture delivery people brought the wrong recliner that took a month to somehow make. And I accidentally stuck my foot in a hole.
So now I have to explain all this to you so it will make sense.
Nathan had come to get my old couch and the ottoman that I religiously used to rest my ankle on. This is due to all the problems I’ve had with it since the injury in 2012.
The recliner was the wrong color and was not a power recliner. I sat it in and it hurt my neck to push it back.
I decided to drive over there and see if I could just pick out another chair. It wouldn’t match the couch. But I didn’t want to wait another month while a matching chair was made.
By the way, I love the couch!
Falling on the way to the car:
On my way to my car, I stepped in a hole left by the lawn guys the day before. They had edged the sidewalk and left a big hole around it. Naturally my right foot went in and I fell, hitting my right wrist when I happened to not have the brace on.
Lordy Pete. I didn’t think I was really hurt. I came inside and put something on my bloody knee and stuck a band aid on it. Then I got in my car and headed to the furniture store. I was determined to get this wrong chair thing rectified pronto.
By the time I got there my right hip, wrist and ankle weren’t feeling so good. I went inside and walked around a little. It was getting worse.
I didn’t feel like picking and choosing from a long list of recliners. Not on a day when pain was clouding my thoughts. They were talking to me and it seemed they were talking awfully slow.
Pain does that to you. Just hurry up and tell me what you have in stock today. I don’t need anymore details other than that.
So I settled on one of the first ones I stumbled into to rest. There were a few colors to choose from in shades of brown. I chose the middle one.
When your order has gotten mixed up and you end up with a chair that isn’t the right one, try going all the way in the other direction. In other words, I didn’t want an upholstered chair next to my upholstered couch if it wasn’t the right one.
So I chose something completely different for the recliner. The puffy recliner that didn’t look so puffy in the store up next to really puffy recliners.
I was exhausted by then. They didn’t know when they could deliver it. So Nathan and his truck came to the rescue. Nathan has something wrong with his truck where he has to do something to the battery to start the car. I don’t begin to know a thing about cars with a stick shift.
As we’re driving the wrong chair back to the furniture store after he got off work, he kept pumping what I assume was a clutch. He had to keep doing that to keep the car going for some reason.
When you have to finish killing a squirrel:
Speaking of Nathan, yesterday morning someone ran over a poor squirrel. But it didn’t die. It was just in horrible pain. Nathan was tasked with putting it out of its misery.
He stood outside with it in a big paint bucket trying to figure out how to kill it with the least pain involved. He said he thought of a bow and arrow. But then someone might see him doing it and think he was doing something mean to a squirrel.
He ended up killing it with a big board. Told me he guessed he’d just break its neck. I went inside because I didn’t want to see that, but I could hear it.
And I knew it was really hurting him to have to do it. Who wants to have to finish killing a squirrel? Especially if you’re an animal lover.
I came home from the furniture store yesterday afternoon and put on my cam boot because I didn’t want to injure the bad ankle any worse than I perhaps already had.
I’ve had two surgeries on this injury since I broke both sides of my right ankle the summer of 2012. Most of you know all this. And I’ve had hardware put in and the hardware taken out.
Unfortunately it is the foot you use to drive. And of course now I have my wrist brace back on because my hands broke my fall on the sidewalk. So now I have the cam boot on the right foot and the wrist brace on the right hand.
I chose a recliner that had more bells and whistles. Because at the time I was hurting and I wanted to have those bells and whistles to give me some comfort.
They discounted the new chair a bit for my trouble. What a day. Oh, and I had these pillows in the closet. I thought they looked nice on the couch. But you know the pets will knock them to the floor. Oh well.
Nathan filled the hole out front so no one would fall in it again.
It’s hard getting old and re-injuring old injuries.
So I know what you’re probably thinking about now: Blah, blah, so show us the puffy recliner you had to hurry up and buy because you stuck your foot in a hole.
I swear it didn’t look this puffy in the furniture store. Yeah, I’m a little upset. It doesn’t look as nice as I was planning on it to look in my living room. But wow, is it a comfortable power chair.
Charlie loves that he can lay next to me and there’s no space in between like there was with the original one.
And you know this is not real life, the photos I’ve just showed you. Below is real life. With doggy steps and Charlie’s blanket added.
Speaking of Charlie, who is now at the groomer’s, we have a little predicament with the furniture. He only has one set of steps in here and they go up to the couch. But not to the recliner.
That’s why I have the recliner so close to the couch. I’m trying to train him to step from the arm of the couch right over onto the recliner. But he balks when I walk him through the motions. He’s afraid. We’ll have to work on that.
I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon with my ankle surgeon, just to see if I did anything to it. When I got up today I tried to walk without the boot, but there were twinges and something felt like it was getting pulled the wrong way.
If I stay off of it, the pain goes away. But I did have to take Charlie in, put gas in my car, and stop at the store to get some groceries this morning. That caused pain.
Hopefully it’s just a little blip on the radar.
BECAUSE I’M GOING TO NEED TO BE PLANTING IN JUST TWO SHORT WEEKS!
And I won’t be happy if I have to do it all in a big hot boot.