2024 Life Logs, Day 149: Another Pity Party Day
Date: Tuesday, May 28, 2024
Weather: Storm Overnight, Sunny Day; Temp 66, Low 57 degrees F
Location: At Home on Lakeview Avenue, Falmouth, MA
The tiniest things can seem so monumental sometimes. I really wanted to take the shower curtain down to wash it before Justin and Jo arrive on Friday. I have wanted to do this since early winter. Back then my back was so bad that I just couldn’t climb up on the stool to unclip the curtain. So, I decided I’d get it done after my back surgery. But then there was a bout with Covid, six weeks of recovery time, six weeks of physical therapy, and then another surgery and more PT. That shower curtain didn’t have a chance of being done. This afternoon, I was very tempted to climb up on the stool to take the curtain down, but common sense prevailed. I am doing so well after the knee surgery that it would be truly fool hardy to take a chance on falling. But realizing this made me feel sorry for myself and question if I will ever be able to do the simplest things again. Thus, the pity party. I know I will get back to being able to do these things, but that doesn’t help right now. I can’t drive so I can’t go to the grocery store or anywhere without having someone else take me. That is just not my style, but it is the way things are. And it makes getting ready for a big family visit very difficult. Thankfully there is Insta-Cart who does my grocery shopping for me. It’s not perfect, but it gets the job done. I just have to stop feeling sorry for myself and celebrate the fact that I can walk without back pain, have a knee replacement that is well on its way to full recovery, and I have friends willing to cart me around. I must focus on celebrating the positive moments in my life. No more pity parties.
Lynda took me to my first out-patient PT session this afternoon and I got a ravingly good report. There are things I need to work on, but Matt, who was my back PT person, was amazed at the fast recovery. He literally spent a few minutes studying my incision and my whole leg. Then he declared that Dr. Kinkead, my knee surgeon, is his new hero. Thank you, Dr. Kinkead.
I spent some time this afternoon taking the plants I started in the living room under grow lights outside. This required walking up and down the three steps to the deck with plants in hand which is no easy feat. Stairs are still a challenge making this a very slow process. But I felt better once that was done because it makes a lot more space in the living room which will become one huge bedroom when Justin and family arrive. I was going to spend this evening making a list of all the grocery items I need to order and all of the things I need to do before Friday. But I got caught up in watching a recap of the final arguments in Trump’s New York trial. I’ll have to get to that list first thing in the morning.
I heard from Jo earlier saying that they were all feeling good enough to fly to DC this afternoon. But I just now got a text update. They made it to the San Juan airport, but with an entirely unhelpful security staff, they missed their flight my seconds. They are flying with all of Justins’ musical instruments and the electronic sound equipment. I imagine that was the hang-up. But, whatever, they are still sitting in the airport waiting for a late night flight to Ft. Lauderdale and then on to DC in the morning. Jo said the good thing was that they didn’t have to buy new tickets and that the kids are being troopers. I guess that is the glass half full version, but I cannot imagine that they are not all totally exhausted. Here’s hoping the rest of the trek to getting here on Friday goes a bit smoother.
