See you on the other side…
Still feeling groggy today; got woken up enough times during the night with people going to the john (and Dot the Dog trying to ram her way past the gate at the top of the basement stairs to find a dog that had left earlier that day - thought it was someone trying to break in with all that racket).
End result was that I had some trouble trying to go back to sleep; when I did, I slept until 11 am - a total of eight plus hours. The groggy was balanced off by a dose of being pissed off; that and three cups of coffee and my ADD meds kept me going to now…9:30 pm. And feeling stressed, but tired…
It’s been a very busy weekend; Susan’s brother Doug, his wife Becky and their four kids came to say what could well be their goodbye to Connie. The weekend was very busy, and everyone had a good time hanging out and doing a few things, like going out bowling (my feet don’t fit bowling shoes and I’m having a lot of pain trouble with my feet right now, so I didn’t go) and a set of family pictures with everyone (first time we’d had all of them here for several years) that look very good. The real farewell session on Sunday was very emotional for everyone, and that’s all I’ll say about that. (.Mere was off on a sleepover and wasn’t here for that.)
Back to Labor Day: Worked hard all day trying to clean the house, run errands, do laundry from 11 to now, and trying to pack up my PC stuff and anything else needed to keep me bandaged, medicated, and occupied for a while. I also still have to dig out my scooter and crutches for tomorrow…when we leave at 5:30 am to get my foot operated on.
As noted before, the surgeon is cautiously optimistic, but he’s somewhat in the dark as to what he’s going to find or what to do to repair it. To say the least, I’m depending on his skill and hoping that he can fix things, eliminate the open sore and put me in a better position than before…
So I’m apprehensive. I’d feel better about this if it was more straightforward. I also expect that the next two-three days will involve a lot of pain on my part, and a lot of low-end opiate use, which I really hate; partially because I hate feeling drugged, and partially because it constipates me terribly.
As the title says, I’ll see you on the other side of this…