I’m in this apartment reading and watching TV and becoming restless. Day after day, being this inactive is bordering on boredom. And I’m not the type of person who gets bored very often.
I hear it’s very hot outside, but I haven’t been anywhere since Monday after surgery, so I can’t comment. But I think I’m going a little batty navigating the rooms of my apartment on this crazy scooter.
But then poor Ron (the shipbuilder) was taken back to the hospital after just a few days of being home. So I shouldn’t complain.
I guess they sent him home too soon. He called me the other day and pneumonia seemed to make his voice sound utterly exhausted.
Reaching Out To The Nurse:
I messaged my surgeon’s nurse yesterday. Explaining that the scooter wasn’t really working for me. And she sent a message that suggested I try crutches.
Well, I had to laugh at that. First of all, my right wrist has been partially fused since my early twenties. So it’s hard to balance things out using both hands.
Secondly, crutches sound like a nightmare anyway. It’s not like I have an apartment void of furniture and knick-knacks. I’d be more apt to fall on crutches I think.
No, I’m not trying crutches.
Kendra took one look at the scooter and just shook her head.
She knew that Mom on a scooter rounding corners, or attempting to, is just flat kind of scary. I’m pretty clumsy when I have both feet on the ground.
I just don’t recall the knee scooter being as much of a problem when first I broke my ankle at age 55. And then I had ankle surgery a second time at age 57.
Something tells me age is maybe a factor as well.
I’m still picking up roly-polies. I don’t understand why Ivy is suddenly not interested in home intruders such as bugs.
Now if there is a fly in here she becomes quite acrobatic. But maybe roly-polies are boring.
Or chasing bugs might interrupt her beauty sleep.
Boredom Is Setting In:
The hours stretch out like Ivy’s long body on the couch.
There’s just something about seeing the same walls day in and day out that presses the nerve endings of your sanity a little bit.
Odd thoughts seem to crop up in my mind. Then I think of something that is funny and can’t stop laughing.
I sit here and stare at the sun as it shifts across the patio walls, hour by hour. And then the patio is in full shade.
I notice all the sounds that were just background noise before. The air conditioner as it comes on and goes off.
And of course there’s the sound of silence. But then, that of course is a misnomer, because the definition of silence is the absence of sound.
I’m sure soon I’ll be begging for that silence, as firecrackers will begin to go off. This is my first year here, so I don’t know about the firecracker situation in this neighborhood.
However they did send out an email saying firecrackers are prohibited here. Which makes me quite happy. I hate them. Animals fear them. They are nothing but a nuisance in my mind.
As a child I wanted nothing to do with firecrackers.
Post-Surgery Day #5:
I just had my fifth morning of “breakfast on the go”, which is a Carnation Instant Breakfast Nutritional Drink in a cardboard container.
At lunchtime, I have a small pack of raisins and nuts.
Last night I had frozen pizza, but I don’t think I’ll try that again with the scooter. I heated it in the convection oven. And found myself going forward and backward in my narrow kitchen with an oven mitt.
If I’m kind of clumsy going forward, then you should see me going backward.
Scary On A Scooter:
Carrying the hot pizza on a plate was a little scary. One hand had to be guiding the scooter and the pizza shifted around on the plate as I made my way to the table.
Having carpet makes it harder to shift the chair in and out from the table. Meanwhile, I’m balancing myself on the scooter with one hand and one foot and trying not to drop my plate.
The nerves in my shoulders and neck are buzzing, which means I need to limit my time on the computer today. I guess I’ll be watching a lot of TV or reading a book.
I’ll be glad when this cast comes off.