Stuff

Between the pain in my knee and the beloved hot flashes, I've been awake since 2.  At 5, I said f*** it and decided to just get up.  Already read the paper, did the LA Times crossword and played a silly computer game.  Now what?

Let's see.
Went to physio Friday morning and told David that I really pay for visiting with him in the afternoon and the next day; my knee swells up and gets really hot, so he told me to just get on the bike and not to do the other exercises that he had me doing.  Poor guy's really pissed that I still haven't heard form the sports medico and is about ready to rip a strip off someone.  I don't blame him.  Patience is not my long suit either.  But then, the horror stories that I've heard about how long people have to wait for an MRI have me expecting to still be on the sticks come July.  David and I seem to be making progress with my knee.  I think I could probably get into a pair of jeans now.  I've been living in sweats and yoga pants since I hurt myself.  Not my preferred attire, I'll tell ya.
Friday afternoon I had an appointment with Dr. Anna, the needle-in-the-eye doctor. So  hauled my sorry old carcass downtown (did I tell you how much I absolutely hate downtown Calgary?), found a parking spot in the building parkade and went in to my appointment (set for 2:30) and waited.  And waited some more.  It was 3:30 by the time I got in to see her.  For. A. Total. Of. 5. Minutes.  AARG.  Glad I don't have to go back again until July. Coming out of downtown on a Friday afternoon is absolutely the shits too.  It took me 3/4 of an hour to get home, so I was definitely NOT the good humor person when I got here.
Friday night I could tell that I'd done too much.  We swelled up again and were really hot.  And then like an idiot, I went to the grocery store and did a mini shop yesterday.  We be payin' for it today.
How have we adapted?  Well let's see.
I've finally (after over a month) figgered out that the sore leg goes into the pants first.
I've figured out how to carry a go-mug while using crutches.
I've graduated to being able to stand long enough to be able to shower (instead of the dreaded bath EEW) (thanks David).  Let me tell you, the first time was definitely a job and a half and I was exhausted after.
I've figured out how to use 1 crutch (handy for carrying the beer in from the truck).
I found a way to fill the dogs' water dish.  I need both hands for that, so I push a chair into the kitchen, grab the dish and go fill.  Reverse the process, and voila the dish is full.
I've managed to be able to defeat those dang bloody commercial doors with the extra strong and extra fast closers on them.  Whip the door open and jam the end of one crutch in the bottom.