So today I made candles with a bit of help and a lot of stubborn. 12 hours I was on my feet. In this instance stubborn might be equated with stupid. W and Pixie child helped ( Read more... )

I'm doing better this year than I was last year. By this time last year Michael had been in Paris most of the year and I desperately needed support. Badly enough that I skipped town and went to stay with P&M for a long weekend ( Read more... )

Recovery is strange. I don't like, but recognize the necessity of, opiates. Set myself a timer. Take them regularly. Avoid break-thru pain. Makes pain management much easier. However I am constantly feeling the not fun side effects of drunk all of the time. Nausea, head spinning, inability to concentrate or focus, general loss of time. It all sucks ( Read more... )

Every once in a while I come across someone one or something in my life that takes me back to The Four Agreements. I am struck by how such a tiny book creates such a lasting impact in me. I should thank E for sharing it with me ( Read more... )

I am still discovering I am not saying things out loud when I thought I had. Its still hard to concentrate on things. I go wool gathering and it is hard to pull myself together again. I still get really tired fairly easily. I am still neurotically nervous that someone is going to trip over/step on/re-injure my foot, especially in larger groups and ( Read more... )

Thus begins my week without home support. I have something planned every day. I have movies to watch and a library of books, most of which I have read but keep because I will read them again. It is frighteningly cold but I have food to last me the week and the walks are clear for when I need to get out. Its not supposed to snow, nor get above zero ( Read more... )

According to everything they have to measure these things I am doing really well. The surgery was super easy, the ligaments were not a problem, and the syndesmosis was still intact ( Read more... )