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I spent the rest of Friday with my foot propped up on a pillow, popping Vicodin every four hours and waiting to see how much pain I'd be in. The answer was: Not all that much, really. Obviously, I couldn't walk, but it didn't hurt as long as I wasn't putting any pressure on the foot, which was nice.
Braz and Kris came over and made a fantastic lasagna for us. Then Matt and Braz set themselves up at the dining room table to play Diablo, but for some reason they couldn't get it networked. So they each played their own games of Diablo while Kris and I sat on the couch in the living room and watched the Patrick Stewart version of A Christmas Carol. Eventually, Kris fell asleep on the couch, and I hobbled upstairs to bed. I'm not sure what time Braz finally woke from his Diablo haze and took Kris home.
Saturday's barely worth talking about. I got up, I sat on the couch, I read a lot. I started experimenting with not taking drugs. I took one Vicodin after my shower, because it had been a huge mistake to try to take the shower without painkillers and my foot was throbbing. After that, I just took Advil - four at a time, granted, but not narcotic and not habit-forming. (Long-time readers know I can't stand the idea of being addicted to anything.) I did take another Vicodin before I went to bed, to help me sleep.
By Sunday I was pretty restless, so I was glad we were supposed to go to my parents' house to make Moon Cookies. I'd still be sitting more or less still, but at least there would be other people to talk to and something to do. (Not that I'm disparaging Matt as a conversational companion, or reading as an activity - but after thirty-six hours of being pretty much confined to the couch or my bed, I was ready for something new!)
K.T. and Kevin were running late, so we were just about done with the first batch of Moon Cookies by the time they arrived. Braz and Kris never did show up (or call to cancel, for that matter) so I guess they were busier than they'd anticipated. But by five o'clock, we had buckets and bags of Moon Cookies, baked and cooled (and tested) and ready to go. Many thanks to my parents for letting us come over and mess up their dining room and kitchen.
Sunday my foot was feeling much better - so much so that if I toddled carefully on the side of my foot or the toes, I could put almost all my weight on it. I made several decisions: 1) That I was going to attempt to go to work Monday; 2) That I didn't want to go back home and sit on the couch for the rest of the evening, and 3) That I really wanted to go to T.G.I. Friday's for dinner.
So we went to T.G.I. Friday's for dinner (Jack Daniels barbeque sauce - yum! - and leftovers for lunch!) and after that we went over to K.T. and Kevin's to help them put up their tree and meet their new kitten, Sterling: a grey kitten with greenish-yellow eyes. He's very cute.
After that, we went home and I took a shower, then puttered around getting baked goods together for gifts and the cookie exchange. (I had fun spreading things out on the table, I must say. A triptych of cookies, a triptych of ice cream toppings, and some peanut butter fudge thrown on top. Yum.) I might have been on my foot a little too long, there, because when I sat down at the computer to check my e-mail, it started twinging and tingling. Or maybe that's just healing; I don't know. It wasn't painful, just strange.
I took my first Vicodin of the day at about 10:30 that night, to dull the tingling so I could get to sleep. My goal is to get all the way through today without it, even without one at bedtime. I'm still popping Advil like candy, though. Good thing I have a fairly strong stomach, because I have a pretty low threshold for pain.
Today started off in fine Monday form, however. Matt was taking me to work when suddenly his van's engine started to rev madly, and the damn thing refused to accelerate, and in fact began to slow down. He pulled over and restarted the engine, and the same thing happened - as soon as he got to about 45mph, the engine started revving as if it had slipped into neutral. He managed to get me to work, and is now making his way to work, himself. I hope he's okay.
Of course his car would break down during the one week I can't drive. Of course it would break down right before Christmas. I can only hope it's something relatively simple to fix, like a bad belt; and not the freaking transmission.
So many many thanks to everyone out there for your kind thoughts and prayers and well-wishes for my surgery. My foot's doing fine, and I have every indication that once it's fully healed, I'll have a significantly less amount of pain in my life. Now, a happy thought or two toward Matt's car would be well-received...
Word of the Day: triptych - a picture or carving in three panels side by side; something composed or presented in three parts or pieces
Ice hotel is hot tourist spot
-- Many tourists seek out cozy hotels with roaring fireplaces. But then there are those who prefer a bed made of ice.
That's exactly what you'll find at the Ice Hotel in Jukkasjarvi, a village 120 miles north of the Arctic Circle. The complex includes a hotel, ice church, art museum and movie theater with a screen made of ice.
- I can't keep track anymore.
Current Projects:
- waiting nervously for packages to arrive
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