Kicking It to the Curb

Here we are. Sunday, May 26, 2024. This year is blending quickly into our timeline. Each day should be cherished, lived to the fullest, and appreciated for what it is. In my world anyway, days seem to be blending together, without pause. I am grateful for pill cases with the day of the week on the cover, not only to keep medications scheduled properly, but to give me an idea what day it is. Yes, I do know the calendar was invented for that purpose, but the bright yellow medication box is something I look at twice a day. The calendar generally has no purpose or prominent position during the day. 

Well, this weekend has been full of news and surprises, yet is one of the most inactive few days of the entire blog. I have, however, been found by the extended car warranty fixation once again. I guess I could not be reached by phone, so they tried good old snail mail. 

This crap is funny to me for a couple of reasons. Number one, the joke about extended car warranties and how ridiculous they are and two, they found me by snail mail because of the phone issue. I don't know why, but this makes me laugh. Get a real job. 

It was Thursday and I had my final appointment with my surgeon. I put my boot on to protect my foot while walking on uneven ground, although I have been trying to walk through the house without any boot or protective gear of any kind. I felt the boot was the thing to put on during my outing. But the surgeon felt differently. With a firm, "Get rid of that boot. Throw it away or leave it here, but do not wear that any longer," I walked out feeling free. Free from all of it. Fear is still there and probably still will be there for some time. 

Terry and I headed to Round Table pizza again to have some pie with Mallory. She met us there and all three of us had a nice chat while we ate lunch. 

Once we were finished, Terry and I went to the store while Mallory drove to our house. She waited in the house, playing with the fur babies while we shopped. Terry went in, grabbed what we wanted, and out he came. Mallory and I were able to get a glimpse of a show, but only after we had some girl talk. Mallory met a nice man about a week or two ago and they have had a couple of dates. All is going well. 

We chatted about the basics of, "Is he cute? Does he treat you well? How did your date go? Do you see a future?" You know. All the stuff women want to know when they first meet a man. He sounds awesome so far! Her face lights up when she talks about him and that's all I need to know. 

Terry had been shopping online and he seems to be getting into the realm of the giraffe. Everything giraffe. I think it's a nice subject to get into. He found a jacket that I thought was without flaw. It was fitting, adorable, and I love the color. 

I loved it! It seemed to make him happy and was also adorable. Ever since he had the encounter with Raza the giraffe at Wildlife Safari, he has been showing his love for these beautiful creatures. 

He also found a rubber type of wall hanging. Yes, that sounds strange, but it's actually fun and stands out. Quite literally. A giraffe's head and neck extend out of a frame to create a cute 3D style wall hanging. We still have to hang it, but it's there. 

Anyway, we will hang this guy on the wall by our other giraffes that Mallory gave us as a Christmas gift. 

Excuse the stuff behind and around these giraffe items, but we have other interests that also reside on the dresser and in the room. 

Friday rolled around and I had my first outpatient physical therapy at the hospital. Even better news here, as he tested me by turning, twisting, and overworking the ankle to see if I had become strong and stable enough to help me with my life. He gave me a thumbs up when it came to my ability to walk. We will work together each week to create a strengthening program and to tell my brain it's okay to walk without a limp now. 

As we went through our regimen of exercise and walking, he did tell me I am certainly strong enough to drive a car. With that being said, I AM FREE! What an overwhelming sense of freedom I had during this session. I do not want to overdo anything, such as driving, at this early stage, but it's all healed. All that is left is to learn to walk with strength and power again. My husband mentioned he wanted to leave the KIA instead of me driving the car I'm used to, the Xterra. The brake and gas pedals are easier to control and have less recoil than with the Xterra. 

Either car, doesn't matter. I just know it is feeling great to be back on my feet and ready to begin living again. Limping through life right now, but no boot or cast or wheelchair or walker. I am back on my feet, as they say. 

Saturday, I got into the kitchen and made some meatloaf with homemade scalloped potatoes. The potatoes took a bit of preparation, as did the meatloaf, so I was on my feet for quite a while. It felt good, but I did noticed I had pain in my back. I haven't really been on my feet since January, before the accident, so the back muscles are weak as well as the ankle. It will all work out though, and I'm so ready to get them all strong again. 

Sunday is here again, with no plans for anything. Yes, our lives are quiet, relaxed, and that's the way we love it! I'm going to leave this here, as our weekend is without merit. Mallory returned last night and we watched a show, but other than that, all is quiet on the home front. Take care of yourselves until next time. We hope you share you light!