I don’t know which I dislike more, the boot or the crutches. Both are abominable. I do know I make a better nurse than a patient. I make a lousy patient. I’ve had some kind helpers in the last week, and I appreciate them very much, but I really hate asking for help. I know I’m supposed to let others have the good feelings that come from helping, but it’s hard for me to do that, to ask. Don’t ask me why.
I especially want to give a shout out to the complete stranger in the store parking lot who pushed my shopping cart to my car for me. (I can’t drive with the boot on, so I was on crutches again.) By the way, stress fracture is what the doc said. I think that’s a fancy term to use when you don’t know what’s causing whatever it is to hurt. Just my opinion. Like I said, I make a lousy patient.
One year ago today, my sister died from ovarian cancer, ten days after her diagnosis, 26 days after my mother passed away. It has been one heck of a year. Thanks to all who have supported me through this, adopted me as a sister, loved me, helped me with the estate, and in general been my life-line. There is still an odd, empty feeling every evening come six o’clock when it is time to call and check on Mom and Penny, and give them the daily update on my grandkids.
I am taking a hiatus from writing the blog, writing in general, housekeeping, doctors, and estate problems. Therefore, I won’t be posting for a bit, but I shall return, hopefully rested, refreshed, suntanned, and up to my ears with grandchild anecdotes. Best of all, I’ll be in great company, which is all that really matters anyway. See you on the flip side.
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