Silver lining, thy name is Pennsic
When last seen, in an entry that went unseen by most because I forgot to re-set it from "private", Our Heroine had a badly sprained ankle and was going to be unable to go to Lilies or Pennsic. However...apparently following doctor's orders about elevating the foot above the heart paid off, because I'm getting the cast off on June 11. Lilies is still out of the question for several reasons:
1. Himself had told his employer that he wouldn't be vacationing during June and would therefore be available to do a major equipment upgrade whenever it happened to happen this month.
2. I will be in a walking boot, but I won't be able to just tromp around as if nothing had ever happened.
3. I get the boot on the day we would normally leave for Lilies, and I still can't do any Lilies prep..
However, since I get the boot sooner than anticipated, I will get out of the boot sooner than anticipated--right before Pennsic starts. Therefore we are going to Pennsic, instead. Due to our England trip in October, Himself doesn't have enough vacation time to do quite the whole thing, but we will get there the first Wednesday, hopefully around noon. As I have often said that Pennsic is my very favorite SCA event, this doesn't make me particularly sad--I will miss hanging out with my camp mates at Lilies, but I wouldn't be able to do anything other than hang out in camp for the most part, and by Pennsic I should be mobile enough to shop, take classes, and roam the Serengeti. No rambles through the bog/lake area--oh wait, I haven't really done that in several years anyway. And no waterbearing--theoretically I could just work the Calontir water point, but in practice that trick never works, especially at a foreign war. At Pennsic we have to keep moving our base of operations around typically, and at some point I'd do things I probably won't be up for doing. But that just means I can take more classes. :)
In other news, I can't go down the front steps on crutches anymore without Himself there to spot for me, as last Friday I fell and gouged my head on the corner of one of the steps. I spent the afternoon at the emergency room, but I was very, very lucky. No concussion, no excessive bleeding (though I was, in fact, covered with blood, it wasn't enough to need a transfusion). Just some stitches. And it's in my hairline, so the scar won't even show much. But until I'm able to actually walk down steps again, I can only leave the house on my own by scooting down the steps on my butt. Which is awkward outdoors, although now that I'm in a smallish cast instead of a huge splint, I can now put on a couple of pairs of jeans with wide legs.
The above is a restriction that was highly encouraged by the ER and by Himself, and since dying would not fit well with my life plans, I readily agreed to it.
The ankle continues to heal well; it feels close enough to right that I have to remind myself when getting up to go to the bathroom or kitchen that, no, I'm still supposed to be non-weight-bearing so I can't just go tromping off; I need to use the knee walker. Almost the only pain I have is that the larger incision occasionally feels irritated. Can't wait to be able to be on the third floor so I can start the pre-Pennsic sewing frenzy!
1. Himself had told his employer that he wouldn't be vacationing during June and would therefore be available to do a major equipment upgrade whenever it happened to happen this month.
2. I will be in a walking boot, but I won't be able to just tromp around as if nothing had ever happened.
3. I get the boot on the day we would normally leave for Lilies, and I still can't do any Lilies prep..
However, since I get the boot sooner than anticipated, I will get out of the boot sooner than anticipated--right before Pennsic starts. Therefore we are going to Pennsic, instead. Due to our England trip in October, Himself doesn't have enough vacation time to do quite the whole thing, but we will get there the first Wednesday, hopefully around noon. As I have often said that Pennsic is my very favorite SCA event, this doesn't make me particularly sad--I will miss hanging out with my camp mates at Lilies, but I wouldn't be able to do anything other than hang out in camp for the most part, and by Pennsic I should be mobile enough to shop, take classes, and roam the Serengeti. No rambles through the bog/lake area--oh wait, I haven't really done that in several years anyway. And no waterbearing--theoretically I could just work the Calontir water point, but in practice that trick never works, especially at a foreign war. At Pennsic we have to keep moving our base of operations around typically, and at some point I'd do things I probably won't be up for doing. But that just means I can take more classes. :)
In other news, I can't go down the front steps on crutches anymore without Himself there to spot for me, as last Friday I fell and gouged my head on the corner of one of the steps. I spent the afternoon at the emergency room, but I was very, very lucky. No concussion, no excessive bleeding (though I was, in fact, covered with blood, it wasn't enough to need a transfusion). Just some stitches. And it's in my hairline, so the scar won't even show much. But until I'm able to actually walk down steps again, I can only leave the house on my own by scooting down the steps on my butt. Which is awkward outdoors, although now that I'm in a smallish cast instead of a huge splint, I can now put on a couple of pairs of jeans with wide legs.
The above is a restriction that was highly encouraged by the ER and by Himself, and since dying would not fit well with my life plans, I readily agreed to it.
The ankle continues to heal well; it feels close enough to right that I have to remind myself when getting up to go to the bathroom or kitchen that, no, I'm still supposed to be non-weight-bearing so I can't just go tromping off; I need to use the knee walker. Almost the only pain I have is that the larger incision occasionally feels irritated. Can't wait to be able to be on the third floor so I can start the pre-Pennsic sewing frenzy!