I had a reminder today that what I am going through

Is nothing compared to others' experiences, and with some luck and healing should be a temporary setback only. I ordered dinner from Papa John's and was obviously embarrassed by my mobility issues when I answered the door. The delivery driver was very nice and he said he understood, he had come home from combat in a wheelchair, and that the most important thing was to do everything the doctors and therapists told me to do, because he said that made all the difference in the guys he saw getting better or not. I promised I would, tipped him well, and ate a little and put the rest away for later, thinking of what he must have gone through. Again, I am getting a lot of perspective these days. Without my injury, I might never have thought twice about the delivery driver, and he would not have said anything beyond enjoy your meal. I mean, I try to tip well, and treat everyone nicely, but this is someone who was wounded in a war I didn't support but I still appreciate the service he and others have given, and the sacrifices made. And I am sure he has had a far more difficult road than I have. Yet he was upbeat and encouraging, and made me feel that there would be a point soon where I would feel better. And that was worth more to me than any tip could cover.

Spent a couple of hours talking on the phone

With YKWIA this evening. Until then, the highlight of my day was watching the movie Monster House. We talked about a lot of things, including the game. I miss it a lot. But even if I could go over there, I am not up to sitting up for long periods of time yet, although I made it for about five hours today, albeit with the leg elevated the whole time, and changing positions often, so that is about one game session. I was uncomfortable a good bit of that, though. Over there there are the stairs to consider, on top of going up and down mine, the animals, etc. But we need his computer and about three boxes of books, so there's no way to do it here. So for now we're on hiatus till I can go there. But I think I'll try to do some of the notes transcription tomorrow, in addition to washing up and changing clothes. Even if I can do an hour or so that would be good. Plus, to be honest I really couldn't tell you what all we did last time. I remember a lot of the one before because it was the climax of a story, and I think there was a lot of healing last time, but that's about all I remember.

Okay, think I'll listen to some music for awhile. I'll try to write before I turn in.

It's amazing how a little lotion

In this case, Honey Almond mostuirising lotion I got in some gift basket years ago from my mom, can make you feel better. My hands are getting rough from using the walker, and my poor other foot is working double-duty, so I put some on and am giving it plenty of time to soak in, even though that took roughly a minute, they're so dry. I keep it near the computer for times my hands feel dry. Add the Burt's Bees lip balm from my purse, which was sitting right here, and I feel like I've positively been to a spa in comparison.

Okay, perhaps it's a little hyperbole, but I think the lack of showers for going on 22 days (although thank goodness for baby wipes) is the one day-to-day annoyance in all this that kind of keeps me down, so anything I can do to counteract it and feel normal really helps. When I'm better the first thing I'm going to do is take a good, hot shower. I know I've said that before, but still...

As I went back to bed, and thinking of the video, I remember thinking, everyone worries about the zombie apocalypse. No one ever worries about the unicorn apocalypse. Okay, silly, yes, but I went to tweet the thought and one of the guys I follow on Twitter @EilirJones (yes, we have the same name, and yes, he lives in Wales) tweeted something to the extent that worry is a waste of time. He said, name one worry you had two weeks ago that came true.

Well, two weeks ago I was in a place of worry. I was facing the possibility of dying, in fact, and that didn't come to place. I wrote back to Eilir with this:

I think worry is this weird subplot in a horror movie we play each day in our heads rather than living our lives to the fullest.

So, I won't say I won't worry about silly things occasionally, but at least I've been given the perspecitive to recognise the real worries from the maybes. And if nothing else, that's one good thing to come out of all of this.

I don't want to be in bed anymore

and with the clocks 'falling back' last night it was actually light earlier (well, or rather I should say, normally, as this is without Daylight Savings Time). But I'm uncomfortable when I'm out of bed, even with my foot elevated, and I'm down to precious few pain pills, so I'm using them a half at a time. My plan is to transition to something else after the appointment Tuesday, something milder. But for now, they're all I've got other than some naproxen (Aleve), which doesn't do it on my normal aches and pains unless I take them two at a time, and one of the nurses mentioned the NSAIDS can interfere with bone healing, so it may have to be acetominophen (Tylenol).

So I'm up, and I've had a light breakfast (I still have a little Jell-O), and now there's the question of what to do with my day. This is the fourth Sunday I've missed playing the game (it is on hiatus until I am better). On the good side, no housecleaning, but on the other, no game, something I really love. Maybe I'll try to work on the last game notes later today. The trouble is I can't stay in this position for very long without becoming very uncomfortable, and I have to reach to get to the mouse, etc., since the desk is a little short for the chair I'm in.

I think I'll catch up with the news and then head back to bed to read for awhile. I downloaded a free book called The Book Waitress last night that looked interesting. It involved librarians, daemons, and a love interest trying to stop a cult, anyway. :)

Awww...

I went over to Google, and they're getting rid of the background images/cusomisation feature on the search page later this month. I liked that. :(

Brandon called me to assure me

that he was, indeed, the 'normal' friend. Of course, he then reiterated that had the plastic (and granted, unused) commode pot been metal, it would be the perfect size for a batch of chili.

Um hmm.

I also had a call from A, who admitted that he was not quite the norm but more normal than YKWIA, of which we can all agree (and that brand of abnormality is something I value in him), and as we were talking I thought I heard the doorbell. Given the false alarm the other day and the fact that I was on the phone and in bed, the furthest from the door I could be, I let it go, and it didn't ring again. Turns out my aunt sent a parcel, which is now over at the post office. I think I'll send Brandon in for it when we're out on Tuesday rather than play cat and mouse with the mail carrier. I'm sorry I missed it, though. It would have been a nice break from bills, although I also got a get-well card from a co-worker, which I put up on my door. I now have eleven of them. :)

Apparently the calendar is the same this year for March and November, as I haven't erased March from my dry erase board calendar and the numbers are all in the right place. That's convenient. (I do have other calendars in the house. It occurs to me they're all on October still.)

I'm up, I've eaten, I'm tired again. Maybe some reading would help. I should go check out the November Kindle books for $3.99 or less.

I had what appears to be a legitimate

request for an interview with ABC News as part of an election day feature they were doing Tuesday, as outlined in the comments section here under the 'doorbell' post. Considering my situation at present, I decided to pass, although normally I think I would have enjoyed something like that. Still, it was nice to be asked.

So yesterday's quest

was all about getting a bedside commode that would fit over my normal one (with the bucket taken out) so I wouldn't have to push off from the toilet and sink so much to get up and down. After a day of phone calls back and forth, Brandon was able to go pick it up for me and install it (such that you need to). I'm am getting a much better appreciation for the lives of the elderly and physically disabled. His 3- and 5-year-old kids were quite amused that anyone my age needed a potty chair. Strangest comment was from Brandon though: (holding the pot that came off the contraption) 'You know, if this were metal, you could cook in it.' And I thought he was my normal friend.

I also managed to wash my hair yesterday, which helped my mood immensely.

It looks very gloomy and icky outside. Next slated outing is November 6th for an appointment. I haven't looked up the weather yet. Please don't be raining; I may have to climb those stairs on hands and knees again. We'll see. My main agenda today is to blog and relax a little, without spending all day in bed. Wish me luck.

Thanks to YKWIA for cheering me up

The little kid singing the credits is the best part. She probably went off to kindergarten singing it to the other kids after the shoot.

Once upon a time this would have horrified me. Now I just appreciate it for its sheer wrongness.

I thought I heard the doorbell this morning

so even though I wasn't expecting anyone I slowly made my way out tot the door, only to find that while no one was there, the refrigerator door was wide open. I must not have closed it all the way when I got a drink earlier this morning.

I'm feeling relatively well. The sun is shining, which always helps my mood. I'm stiff and sore from not being able to sleep in the bed in my normal fashion, but I'm up and I've eaten. On today's agenda:

1. Wash dishes. (At least the ones I could get in the dishwasher).
2. Wash hair. (Although I did use the spray dry shampoo).
3. Baby wipe bath.
4. Change clothes.
5. Water plants. (ok, that was on day 3)
6. Physical therapy.

None of which I'm going to tackle at the moment, but I'll start around noon. I think for now I'm going to go read some. Or play a game I got from Amazon called Zen 3, where you wrap paper around a cube in a puzzle fashion. Welcome to my exciting life! :)

PS 50% isn't too bad these days. I got the most difficult things done. There's tomorrow for the rest.

PS 11/2 I got my hair washed! And I changed clothes. Things are looking up!