The drugs I am on make me lose my appetite so I am basically force feeding myself half the time. I realized yesterday that it was 8pm and all I had had to eat all day was a bowl of frosted flakes, a bagel and a gingerale. Sweet Kate brought me a hamburger, cause I needed some protein and that was the best meal I've ever had.
My foot is bleeding/ draining a lot today, which is good. I've had to change my gauze twice already today, once at 6am and again at about 12:30. Almost all the swelling is gone, thank goodness, so it is looking more like a foot and less like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Sidenote: why is the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man so cute? My foot has not been cute.
At 6:00am I was trying to decide if I could make it in to work. I was thinking I would take the bus to Granville, where there is an up escalator, then red line to purple to Davis, to the 213 bus. I don't know where along Broadway there is a down escalator or an elevator, but I was going to figure that out for getting home, since I can't do stairs. When I woke up again at 7:30, I was in a lot of pain, and so weak that I was afraid I wouldn't have the strength to crutch it to my office from the bus stop. Thinking about it made me cry. So I am home today.
I was able to make myself some breakfast this morning, french toast! I am proud of myself. I made enough that I could have some for breakfast tomorrow before heading back to the hospital, cause my pain threshold is so much stronger when I am have food in my system. I am proud of myself for that.
I've been getting about 12 hours of sleep each night and taking 2 naps a day.
My cats have been a good comfort to me while Fuzzy's been gone. Parker cuddles with me in the bed, and Latte has been following me around and keeping me company. I am calling her The Warrior. She will sit next to me and guard me. So sweet.
I realized that I hadn't bathed since Sunday and that I hadn't washed my foot since Friday morning. Sorry if that is gross. It went ok, but it's a struggle since I can't submerge my foot in water. Latte decided she wanted to be in the bathroom with me, which is rare, normally it is Parker that does that. For a while now, Latte's been doing this thing that we call Tenderfoot where she stands on 3 feet and curls her right front foot up and doesn't stand on it. We just thought it was a cute thing. But today, she put both her front feet up on the edge of the tub, and I saw that one of her claws has grown so long that it has embedded itself into the pad of her foot. Poor baby cat! No wonder she doesn't stand on it! I wish we had known about it when we took her to the vet last week. I tried to pull it out, but it didn't budge and it looked really gross down there, so I am going to wait until Fuzzy is back in town. Me and Latte. Sore feet buddies. She's sitting next to me right now, leaning on me, which in Latteworld is cuddling.
This medicine is making me really jittery and weak. And I am so emotional. I was watching the Pioneer Woman's Food Network show a little while ago and it made me cry. Everything is sort of overwhelming me right now. I miss my daddy. Really really badly. I was thinking about him this morning and how if he were here, he would give me a big ole hug and call me his girl. I can hear his voice in my head. I am having a hard time dealing with the fact that my brother is moving away in a mere 3ish months. He and Katie have been blogging about leaving SC and their goodbyes and it is just killing me. I texted with him all weekend while I was in the hospital and it was such a comfort. I'm not yet ready to give that up. I wish my mom was well. I know she is in pain every day and struggling too and there is nothing I can do to help her. Christopher posted some photos of the family from when he was in MS last and my uncle Carl looks just like Dad. It was kind of shocking to see. It's amazing the changes that our family has undergone over the last few years. And it blows my freaking mind to think that Dad died almost 4 years ago. How is that possible? Everything is just making my mind reel.
That's all I got in me today.
My foot is bleeding/ draining a lot today, which is good. I've had to change my gauze twice already today, once at 6am and again at about 12:30. Almost all the swelling is gone, thank goodness, so it is looking more like a foot and less like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Sidenote: why is the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man so cute? My foot has not been cute.
At 6:00am I was trying to decide if I could make it in to work. I was thinking I would take the bus to Granville, where there is an up escalator, then red line to purple to Davis, to the 213 bus. I don't know where along Broadway there is a down escalator or an elevator, but I was going to figure that out for getting home, since I can't do stairs. When I woke up again at 7:30, I was in a lot of pain, and so weak that I was afraid I wouldn't have the strength to crutch it to my office from the bus stop. Thinking about it made me cry. So I am home today.
I was able to make myself some breakfast this morning, french toast! I am proud of myself. I made enough that I could have some for breakfast tomorrow before heading back to the hospital, cause my pain threshold is so much stronger when I am have food in my system. I am proud of myself for that.
I've been getting about 12 hours of sleep each night and taking 2 naps a day.
My cats have been a good comfort to me while Fuzzy's been gone. Parker cuddles with me in the bed, and Latte has been following me around and keeping me company. I am calling her The Warrior. She will sit next to me and guard me. So sweet.
I realized that I hadn't bathed since Sunday and that I hadn't washed my foot since Friday morning. Sorry if that is gross. It went ok, but it's a struggle since I can't submerge my foot in water. Latte decided she wanted to be in the bathroom with me, which is rare, normally it is Parker that does that. For a while now, Latte's been doing this thing that we call Tenderfoot where she stands on 3 feet and curls her right front foot up and doesn't stand on it. We just thought it was a cute thing. But today, she put both her front feet up on the edge of the tub, and I saw that one of her claws has grown so long that it has embedded itself into the pad of her foot. Poor baby cat! No wonder she doesn't stand on it! I wish we had known about it when we took her to the vet last week. I tried to pull it out, but it didn't budge and it looked really gross down there, so I am going to wait until Fuzzy is back in town. Me and Latte. Sore feet buddies. She's sitting next to me right now, leaning on me, which in Latteworld is cuddling.
This medicine is making me really jittery and weak. And I am so emotional. I was watching the Pioneer Woman's Food Network show a little while ago and it made me cry. Everything is sort of overwhelming me right now. I miss my daddy. Really really badly. I was thinking about him this morning and how if he were here, he would give me a big ole hug and call me his girl. I can hear his voice in my head. I am having a hard time dealing with the fact that my brother is moving away in a mere 3ish months. He and Katie have been blogging about leaving SC and their goodbyes and it is just killing me. I texted with him all weekend while I was in the hospital and it was such a comfort. I'm not yet ready to give that up. I wish my mom was well. I know she is in pain every day and struggling too and there is nothing I can do to help her. Christopher posted some photos of the family from when he was in MS last and my uncle Carl looks just like Dad. It was kind of shocking to see. It's amazing the changes that our family has undergone over the last few years. And it blows my freaking mind to think that Dad died almost 4 years ago. How is that possible? Everything is just making my mind reel.
That's all I got in me today.
I miss your daddy too. I really need him. I'm just thankful that your foot seems to really be on the mend, now. Just take it easy and let Latte lean on you!xoxoxox