Monday, January 23, 2012

House of (Diminishing) Pain

Rehab is going really well and my leg is beginning to feel like it's on its way back to normal.  This weekend I got into a fight with one of my sisters and I stomped off in a huff without crutches.  As I was gathering my composure, I got all excited that my ability to flounce and stomp is on its way to being restored!  That's good news for any drama queen.

I'm going to see my physical therapist three times a week and I'm rehabbing slowly at the gym on most other days.  I still can only do 1.3 miles an hour on the treadmill for ten minutes and then ten minutes of no resistance on the bike.  This recovery is truly a baby steps kind of thing, so don't expect me to be doing any triathlons in the next month or two.

Not being able to drive is killing me, though.  Four weeks and two days.

In more exciting and better news, this weekend I bought a house!






I am so in love with it and it still hasn't really hit me that one day I'll be living in it!  I won't move in until the end of March, which gives me a lot of time to practice going up steps.

It's funny to think about how devastated I was when the deal fell through on the last house I tried to buy.  This place blows that house right out of the water.

It's really great to have something to look forward to again.

Of course, you'll all be invited over for margaritas on the back porch.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Happy Happy Joy Joy

The little victories in life can sometimes be the most sweet.  If that's the case, then my life is double sugar coated with a chocolate shell right now.  On Wednesday, I had an appointment with the hip surgeon and now I can officially sit!!

I can't even tell you how wonderful it is.  It seems like such a crazy thing to celebrate because I know I never gave a second thought about sitting before, but when I sat down at the reception desk to make my next appointment, I seriously had tears in my eyes.  (Yes, there is a small chance I am also a drama queen, which I'm sure shocks no one.)  

My hip is healing great.  I'm cleared to ride an exercise bike with no resistance and to walk on a treadmill at ONE MILE AN HOUR while holding on to the sides.  This makes rehab three times a week a lot more exciting.  For the last six weeks, my exercises have been stuff like squeezing my butt cheeks together and wiggling my toes, so now I feel like an Olympic athlete.

I also moved to only using one crutch.  Putting weight on my right leg is hilarious because it is so weak from not using it.  I feel like I got a leg transplant from an eight year old or something.  I'm still a little shaky on my feet but that's no big deal because I can always SIT DOWN and rest for a few minutes.  Ahh, precious precious sitting, how I missed thee.

Driving is still out for six weeks or more, so that's kind of a bummer, but it feels so great to be able to make my own breakfast and eat it at the kitchen table instead of lying flat in bed.  Little victories, I've had a bunch of them in the last two days and that feels great.

Oh, also, the weather gods apparently love me a lot.


We finally got snow on Thursday, one day after I got one crutch removed from my life.  This is super late in the year for Chicago to have measurable snow, and I am convinced it's all because of me.  The weather gods knew that I'd fall on my butt again with any kind of added challenge and waited until I could move around a little better before dumping it on us.  You're welcome, other Chicagoans.  

Monday, January 9, 2012

Another Extremely Exciting Bulletin from Bed Rest

I just crutched my way out to the kitchen and got my magic pill and a pop and thumped back into my room.  This counts as my biggest accomplishment in six weeks, and trust me, when my dear sweet mother reads this, she is going to murder me.  She's not too keen on me pushing limits at this point, probably due to the fact that I lack physical grace and might take another nasty little spill and have to live with her for another year or two or three or ten.

Soooo, not too much is new or exciting.  I've been entertaining myself as best I can.  I have people physically force Cooper to jump up into my bed and he reacts by making priceless faces like this one:


Why would he possibly be terrified and disgusted by my touch?  Well, maybe because this is one of my other pastimes.


Oh, my plastic grabbin' stick brings me hours of entertainment.


That's the clicker (or, in non-hillbilly vernacular, the remote control) for the Roku.  Whatever shall I do with it?


That's right, I am so wild and so crazy that I actually put it on the blade of the ceiling fan!!!!!!  It was better than a carnival.  I laughed and laughed and a great time was had by all.


Mean little dog.

Then there's my mom.  She is, of course, living her dream, having an adult child move back home and become completely dependent on her.  When she leaves the house to run errands, she gets a babysitter for me.  This is because I have made a habit of getting up to go to the bathroom and accidentally dropping my crutches, leaving me stranded.  She leaves me helpful little hints about my care, such as this one:


I never would have been able to figure that out on my own.  When I go to rehab, she gets me settled in the car with the seat reclined all the way back and then she covers me with a warm little blankie.


Handi-capable people need love too.

Oh, I just realized I forgot to mention on here that I didn't get the house that I made an offer on five months ago.  There was drama with the bank handling the short sale and they counter offered with a pie in the sky number, so I walked away from it.  It was a major bummer and I was down about it for a couple days but life goes on and Trulia and Redfin are awesome time killers.  If worse comes to worse, I can always buy a bus and start a traveling family band with my sisters and the dog, so I definitely have options.