Yesterday I felt I needed one more nursery visit before surgery for my ankle on Monday. I had not planned on any more garden nursery visits for the rest of the summer.
But in the back of my mind was this thought: I will not be able to drive myself anywhere for some time. No impromptu jaunts to walk around garden nurseries to enjoy the colorful rows of flowers.
When that thought took hold, I grew a little nervous about waving goodbye to one of my favorite places on earth to visit. At least for this summer.
Just One More Nursery Visit Before Surgery:
So I got in my car and drove there, a little giddy at the thought of wandering around among the rows of flowers, herbs, and other plants.
It got hot pretty quickly, so I didn’t stay long. But long enough to get my “flower fix.”
So now the plants are struggling and sad-looking. It kind of makes me want to cry for them. And for me too I guess. I spent a lot of money on those plants.
I did pretty well in terms of walking. It was early, so no long lines of customers or a big crowd to have to deal with.
Strolling Down The Rows Of Plants:
Just walking along and enjoying the morning. I saw the prettiest maroon clematis. Its petals resembled velvet.
Oh my, be still my heart.
The smell of roses that were nodding in the slight breeze.
The nursery had done something different with their plants this year. Instead of growing plants in plastic pots, many arrangements were in terracotta pots.
I guess they didn’t think of all the seniors buying plants. Thus not being able to transport them. How many people are going to drag those heavy pots home, I wonder?
And they had the most lovely variations of flowers planted in them, but so heavy I couldn’t get them to even budge. I certainly wasn’t taking that on.
I paid and then had someone take my plants to the car. Then once home, I went inside and got my big steel and canvas wagon out of the hall closet to roll to my car.
Enjoying My New Path:
Now I can just pull the wagon down the sidewalk and right to the juncture of my new pathway. Before it was difficult to navigate.
There was no way to wheel the wagon close enough to the patio for me to carry the plants.
So I had to pull my cart all the way through my apartment to the patio. Which meant leaving little bits of dirt behind me on the carpet.
That path and the rest of the landscaping ended up costing me a little over $800 (including materials), but it was worth it. For a gardener my age and in my current physical state, it was really a necessity.
Ron’s grandson did a great job.
Yesterday I learned that Ron is in the hospital with pneumonia. Apparently about 11 p.m. the night before last he had to go to the hospital.
I’m worried about him. He’s so fun and full of life. And he always makes me laugh.
My Doctor’s Written Plans For Monday:
Here is what I found in a message in My Chart online. This is what the doctor is planning on doing next week…
Monday, June 27, 2022:
- PARTIAL EXCISION OF TIBIA FOR OSTEOMYELITIS – Performed by T McConn
- REPAIR OF DISLOCATING PERONEAL TENDONS WITHOUT FIBULAR OSTEOTOMY – Performed by T McConn
- SECONDARY REPAIR OF FLEXOR TENDON OF FOOT WITHOUT FREE GRAFT – Performed by T McConn
- APPLICATION OF BELOW KNEE TO TOES CAST – Performed by T McConn
- SURGICAL ARTHROSCOPY OF TIBIOTALAR AND FIBULOTALAR JOINTS WITH EXTENSIVE DEBRIDEMENT – Performed by T McConn
Anyone in the medical field who might be reading this, can you translate this medical/surgical jargon for me?