Sunday, October 12, 2008

May 2008 Archive

May 29, 2008
I'm in the boot! I AM IN THE BOOT!
Woohoo! No more cast 4 me!!!111one

I'm ecstatic. He told me I could drive when I felt ready. So I might try it this weekend and see how it feels. I still have to use crutches for the next 2 weeks (at least), but I'm on the road to recovery. I can put my foot down, but I have to ease into putting weight on it. Easy does it! Nice and slow.

So I still have to take it easy, but being able to put my foot down means I'm much steadier and (hopefully) won't be falling anymore. Kev kept telling me not to get my hopes up (and rightfully so), especially when I told him I was taking the boot with me just in case that slim chance of a miracle might happen and he'd let me wear it instead of a cast. Thank god I DID bring it!


And in celebration, here's a juicy clip:
posted by Karabou at 5:32 PM EST


May 24, 2008
Watch me. Drink me.
It made the bitterness of the last 5 weeks melt away, even if for just a few fleeting moments.
posted by Karabou at 6:40 PM EST


May 23, 2008 said "ass"....huhuhuhuh
So I've been sucked into watching reruns of Beavis and Butthead on MTV here and there. And you know what? It still works. It still makes me laugh and highly amuses the 16-year-old lurking inside my brain.

What I'm not thrilled about is Mike Judge's announcement that he is finally going to proceed with a live-action Beavis and Butthead movie. Who is on his dream list to play them you ask? Sean William Scott and Jon Heder, of course.
posted by Karabou at 5:04 PM EST


May 22, 2008
I'm at the mall on a diet pill
Well, it started out being a great day. I slept 9.5 hours last night and actually woke up feeling well rested and had enough energy to shower this morning. (I've been showering in the evening before bed because I prefer to have Kevin home and awake should I fall in the bathroom and cripple myself.)

Then I fell on the sidewalk steps while going out to the car. I put my foot down and had enough time to think, "THAT'S not going to do it," threw my crutches out to the side, and just crumpled and rolled. You get hurt when you try to stop yourself from falling. If you can just let yourself go (crumple and roll), you're probably not going to get hurt nearly as bad. Those years of learning to fall correctly in karate have finally paid off. heh

Then my Bagel B.E.L.T. didn't have any egg on it. Whatever fucking retard made my sandwich didn't know that E. stands for EGG. Idiots. I had to have a coworker run the retard sandwich across the street to get it fixed since Kev had already driven away, and I can't do anything about it.

Christ, two more weeks. Just when I was thinking to myself this morning, "Maybe I have it in me to go out to lunch today," I f-ing fall. Now I'm terrified all over again to do anything or go anywhere. I hate this. I really, really fucking hate this.
posted by Karabou at 8:47 PM EST


May 21, 2008
The Name of the Rose: Not a bad detective flick. Reminds me of Cadfael. It got kind of long towards the end.

Déjà vu: More like Deja P.U. Didn't make a lick of sense. They need to just stop with time travel movies.

Never Cry Werewolf: One of the better Sci-Fi Original movies. It was actually entertaining enough to keep me from fast-forwarding through it.

Brian is going to stop and get another new wireless modem for my PC tonight, as the first one died when my PC was set back up the week after my party. I haven't had an internet connection, except for briefly last Friday night. /sigh I have NOTHING to do at home except watch TV. Even the DVD player is acting up.

I went to BD's last night to use my free birthday dinner coupon before it expired. (You get a free meal on your birthday if you sign up for their email list and $5 off a meal for signing up.) That was an ordeal. My elbows hurt so bad by the time I got home, I had to take a Percocet. No one ever tells you that being on crutches makes EVERYTHING else hurt. My foot is fine. I don't need narcotic pain killers for IT. I need them for the rest of my body hurting like hell. My "good" foot cramps up so bad in the evenings it's indescribable. Every muscle, tendon, ligament, and--I swear to god--bone curls up and won't uncurl without 30 minutes of a super-hot heating pad and constant massaging.

Saturday morning, I was laying in bed at 6am just miserable and aching. My shoulders and elbows hurt. My upper and lower arms and hands ached, my back ached, my "good" ankle ached, my thighs ached. It was just ridiculous. I would have taken a Percocet then, but it would have required going to the kitchen sink to get one. So I just laid there in misery for 2 hours. After that, I didn't want to take one because they make me so sleepy.
posted by Karabou at 9:44 PM EST


May 20, 2008
Who needs a title anyway?
Okay, why am I supposed to feel sorry for someone who CHOOSES to live in her car, rather than go somewhere more affordable?

If I had to choose between homelessness and moving somewhere more affordable, I'd move. …I suppose because I have half a brain.posted by Karabou at 10:22 PM EST


May 18, 2008
Who needs a title anyway?
Rough weekend. I've hit that point where I'm SICK. TO. DEATH. of these crutches, of not being able to do anything, and not being able to go anywhere. When my computer was hooked back up on Friday--after being dismantled and moved for my party--the wireless modem didn't work. So I can't get online to do anything. So my options for entertainment at home are A) Watch TV B) Watch TV or C) Watch TV. I'm so sick of watching TV I could puke. I've watched at least 30 movies in the past three weeks, and I'm SICK of watching movies.

I crawled upstairs on my hands and knees yesterday morning to play WoW, which I was able to do for about an hour before my foot started hurting from not being propped up.

If I'm ever paralyzed, I want assisted suicide. If I have to live my life at the mercy of other people, I'd rather be dead.

Tanya stopped by Saturday with her boys for a bit. And Amanda ran a few errands for me, vacuumed the living room, and chatted for a while. The company was nice. Sunday, I was so bored and miserable I wanted to stab myself in the eye. And I have another three weeks to go.

I know that no matter how angry, irritated, and unhappy I am I'm still going to be in the cast another 3 weeks. Part of me feels like I should just get over it and make the best of it, and the other part of me wants to choke the first part of me to death with a tube sock. So far, the evil part is winning.
posted by Karabou at 11:01 PM EST


May 16, 2008
Faster, faster, thrill, thrill!
I've got the halfway-there itch. I just keep thinking, "Three more weeks, and you get to walk again." Argh. There are so many things I need to do around the house.

My coworker took me to Victoria Secret yesterday, so I could get my free panty. Despite her dropping me off and picking me up at the absolute closest door, my elbows feel someone hit them with a sledgehammer. 10 times. I could barely make it to my room on crutches last night, and they still hurt this morning. /sigh I guess I'll just not go anywhere for another three weeks.

I'm getting stir crazy. I'm not a sedentary person, and all this "doing nothing" is making me bat-shit crazy. I crave sugar constantly, I'm guessing as comfort food because I'm unhappy.

Good news is we got the drain in the basement fixed. $185 later, a 120-foot snake brought back a giant clump of roots. Guess I'll be getting some root killer into the pipes…when I can go buy some. The bad news is, there IS a leak in the basement wall. It's minor, and it's right over the drain (thank GOD). So we'll have to patch that and seal it when it stops raining. I'm just thankful Kev is the one who saw it leaking. I swear to god he never believes me unless I can rub his nose in it.

I need to check the gutters because I think they're gunked up with leaves, even though we have those super fancy covers over them. I wanted to plant flowers and put down fill dirt and shade grass under the trees, put in some bushes. Those things will probably have to wait till next year now. Blah.

And on a side note, I watched Mansfield Park for the first time. How did this movie escape me for over a decade? I loved it.posted by Karabou at 10:11 PM EST


May 13, 2008
I’m your daytime waitress at the taco tiki hut Got my stitches out today and was told I had to go the full 6 weeks in the cast. I nearly cried. Heh

I got hot pink today, and I'm getting aqua next time. Springy colors! My next cast change is in two weeks. He said most doctors would just say, "See you in 3.5 weeks!" But he likes to check the wound and make sure all is healing the way it's supposed to, and people like to see their leg. He said people get frustrated when they have to spend 6 weeks in a dirty, stinky, itchy cast. I totally agree. It's been mildly amusing being able to get a different color cast every week.

So whatever. Here I am. This Friday will be the half-way point.

My birthday party went off without a hitch. I guess the way to get god to NOT hate my parties is to just not give a shit whether it turns out or not. I had about 20 people turn up, and I think everyone had a pleasant time.
posted by Karabou at 8:28 PM EST


May 6, 2008
Post-op #2 down
They took the tape off my wound and gave me another cast, purple this time. I should have done pink last week when I was home, and then I could do blue next time. But I'll probably just go to blue again next time, unless I feel feisty and decide neon pink is the way to spend my last 2 weeks in the cast.

He said I should be feeling some tingling, itching, burning, or SOMETHING that would signal that my body is "making new tendon." But honestly, I'm not sure that I have felt anything. And I don't know what that means, as far as my recovery goes. It does worry me somewhat. But I've got a while to go, and maybe I'm just not feeling my body "make new tendon." Hrrmmm.

I get my stitches out next Tuesday, get my final cast, and re-evaluate in two weeks to see if I'm ready to get off crutches. Let me tell you kids, it's not going to be fun walking on this for the first couple of weeks. And physical therapy will probably make me want to cut it off. Argh.

I saw Ironman Sunday, and it was quite possibly the best superhero movie I've seen to date. Maybe that's because I've had a crush on Robert Downey Jr. since I was like 11. And he just keeps getting hotter.

Yesterday, I woke up with my foot so swollen I could barely stand it. I couldn't figure out why, all of a sudden, it was swelling like the Hindenburg. My m-i-l asked me if I had eaten anything salty Sunday night, and I had, indeed, consumed super salty Cassano's pepperoni pizza that night. Problem solved. No more salty fare until I'm out of the cast. At least I figured it out and can make sure it doesn't happen again.
posted by Karabou at 3:45 PM EST


May 3, 2008
Meat Palace of my dreams
Went to the meat palace for my birthday lunch today. Yum. I actually made it through all 10 kinds of meats, though I skipped the lamb but had seconds on one of the beef courses. Numnumnum. The "starch of the day" was awesome. And the little cheesy bread balls are so good.
Oh yeah, a few more movies...
Apocalypto: I was really enjoying it up until the 30 minute forest chase, and then it turned into some kind of Rambo revenge sequence.
Bright Young Things: James McAvoy, David Tennant, AND Dan Akroyd? How could I go wrong? It was okay.
Babel: I watched most of it in 1x fast forward, since it was mostly subtitled. I don't feel like I missed anything, I saved myself over an hour of time, and I still guessed a bunch of stuff early on that was supposed to be all Ah-ha!
posted by Karabou at 3:45 PM EST


May 2, 2008
Super Helico!
Blah, my stitches hurt. 10 or so more days to go. /whine
I've watched so many movies this week, I can't even remember them all. That and the painkillers have made me rather hazy the whole time.
The Return: So boring you'll wish SMG would die to make it interesting. I mean, it was really, REALLY boring. NOTHING happens.
The Messengers: Surprisingly not a horror movie, at least not the kind you think it is by the commercials. Still awful, but about 30 steps up from The Return.
One Crazy Summer: Highly overrated. Demi Moore wears giant, ugly fat-chick clothes the entire movie. John Cusack displays his skinny legs and little talent.
Last King of Scotland: Had this been a true story, it would have been way cooler. But I suppose it wasn't bad. And I got my James McAvoy fix. yum.
The Pursuit of Happyness: Not awesome. I wasn't all that interested in the characters; I just wanted to see him triumph and watch the credits roll.
I watched at least six other movies, but I swear I can't remember what they were. Awesome.
posted by Karabou at 2:18 PM EST


April 30, 2008
Choo choo chooey
The furnace problem wasn't the furnace at all. It was the thermostat. Some months ago, I had knocked it off the wall somehow, probably with wild flailing. The guy said he was amazed it worked at ALL after that--the wires were just hanging by a thread, and one had come out, thus killing the signal to the furnace. He re-wired it, and he was super nice. If you're in the Kettering/Centerville area, I highly recommend A-ABEL. They're pretty good around here. But avoid them in Fairborn...not so good at that office.

So that was about $140 to fix, and the chimney was only about $69. So it was as bad as it could have been, I suppose--just not money I wanted to shell out right now. But oh well. we'll get this all squared away eventually. I believe my deductible for my surgery is already paid because of the boot and brace and cortisone shots I've had so far this year. My deductible is only $300, and I know that's been met. So here's to hoping I don't owe too much on it. Kev still has a couple of $100 ER visits due yet. Blah.

My stitches are starting to hurt like a biatch, but I think it's normal; I had stitches in my neck a decade ago, and I think as the wound healed, it hurt MORE because the stitches were irritating the healthy skin.
posted by Karabou at 9:46 AM EST


April 29, 2008
Blah and double blah
Now the furnace isn't working. AGAIN. Someone is coming out around noon, non-emergency, to fix that. I've got the chimney guy coming to repair my chimney cap today at 3pm, and to hopefully NOT find raccoons living in it. My brakes went out and had to be repaired, and now I'm going to have a ton of medical bills. Grrrrrrr...
posted by Karabou at 8:34 PM EST


April 28, 2008
One down...
Had my first post-op today. I got a shiny new royal blue cast, which I adore (oddly), and he said my stitches couldn't look better. I'll have a cast change every week until the stitches come out, which could be closer to three weeks. The nurse said he tends to be very conservative on stitches, and I suppose I can see why on bendy parts like the ankle.
My stitches don't hurt terribly; it's more of an uncomfortable creepy feeling. The skin on both sides of the wound is tingling, like when your skin crawls. It's very odd. And it hurts like hell when I smack my foot on something. GAWD. And of course, that's something I do at least twice a day. At least.
I've only taken one pain pill since I got up, and that was to combat the possibility of intense pain at my appointment, but there wasn't much. Thank god. I'll keep taking them at bedtime, since I tend to move around a bit more in my sleep than when I'm propped up on my butt in the recliner.
I'm probably just going to stay home and take it easy this week. My family and friends have been yelling at me to just rest, and I suppose I should. I'm just not a "rest" kind of person. I sit in the chair with a cat draped over my legs and think about all the housecleaning I could be doing, the laundry, the bathroom, the vacuuming, the straightening... /sigh
posted by Karabou at 6:05 PM EST