Well, I was thinking, back in June, that I was past the falling over nothing stage, but no. On June 1st I fell in my bathroom when my left knee collapsed, and my main goal was to not knock my head on the whirlpool bathtub. So I twisted and when I fell, I broke both ankles. One was a simple break, but the right ankle was a train wreck, completely broken across and displaced. I am afraid I screamed when C tried to lift me, and once again we called the fire department. Once they got me up (but not on my feet) they transported me to the ER by gurney where they xrayed and then admitted me. The pain was excruciating and I will always remember how exquisite the pain medication felt. Anyway, surgery with plates and screws, but after a few days the X-rays showed they were not holding my ankle in the right position to heal. So out to a specialist and a surgery that placed a pin from my heel up into my tibia, leaving me with a fused ankle. Which also felt good, to not having any movement at all. All this surgery was followed by a stint in the acute rehab ward, and followed by 10 weeks in a nursing/rehab hospital. Due to the Covid thing there were no visitors allowed in, they could only talk/semaphore through the glass doors, and therapy twice a day for five days every week. They didn't let me slack off either, and the exercises helped a lot. I got home 2 weeks ago, and still cannot climb stairs, so I am relegated to the down stairs (bedroom, laundry, computer room and out via the garage). I fell in the garage too, stepping over the threshold and tripping on the grate that carries water away from the driveway. Sigh. Someone must have heard me poking fun at a handicapped person, and this is my karma come to plague me.
Anyway, I have a good excuse for not updating here; I could not have my Macbook there and risk damage or theft. I slept almost all the time except for the therapy and meals. The aides had a shit fit when I passed C my dirty laundry through the door with the code (which I learned from watching others use it), this is the same door that the aides come and go through all day for their cigarette breaks, but somehow my 30 seconds to open the door was a fearful breach of quarantine. When they passed along my story, the admin said What!? You go in and out that door? And that was the end of cigarette breaks outside that door; then they had to go clear up to the front door, using up half their 15 minutes just to get there. They got over it pretty quickly, but the day I was released the guys were there putting a new alarm on the door.
Trust me on this, my grasp of microbiological handling in isolated facilities is way more thorough than the aides ever got.
My payment for all of this is that I bought a new (to me) car, a Lexus IS 300 which is AWD. I haven't gotten it just yet. I bought it from Carvana, and that is because there isn't a Lexus dealership in 60 miles from here. And I also ordered a new macPhone, my old one is at least 6 years old and every time I would call, there were many many comments on how broken up I was. I used it daily while I was in the hospital, there were no hard-wired phones at all, so cell phones were all anyone had to call home. The entire bathroom remodeling is on hold until I don't need to be confined down here, several months I am sure.
It is bedtime now, and I have no more doctor, nurse or therapy visits this week, hurrah. I have gotten another nosebleed (one in the home and this one here) I have never had them before. Probably the blood thinners I was on for several weeks. I am beat today, I saw the specialist doctor and had x rays this morning. I wanted to find a cell phone store, but in the end, I went with the carrier and got a nice deal too.
Bye for now...
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