September 1 and the first entry for the year. I’ll make it quick as there is so much more to come.
Right now, I am sitting in Heritage Hall nursing home due to injuring myself (at a restaurant, while walking in) on August 4th. I am supposed to be getting much physical therapy. If much means 45 minutes in five days, which is what I was getting in ONE day at the hospital.
I have an avulsion fracture of my heel and a rupture Achilles’ tendon with the subsequent surgery. Healing from that is a pain, but I’m making it. It is everything around it that is difficult.
I am completely non-weight bearing. I live in a cottage. One that is not accessible. Therefore, I cannot go home until I can get around on my walker and hopping on the non-injured leg.
The injured one is my good leg. You know the one without lymphedema? The one that has all the strength? Yeah, that one.
For now, I leave you with today’s Facebook post (facebook eats all my posts that should go here, but I promise to get better about that!)
know I am whining about myself a lot. This is hard, this sucks, if I don’t get it out by writing it, I will lose it.
One thing I keep thinking about it we warehouse our elderly sick folks like this. I can complain. I have a husband who can bring me food that is edible. (I never did figure out what that one thing was on the plate last night.)
These folks can’t. The lack of good, decent food maybe a good reason some of them are doing so poorly. I have yet to see a fresh vegetable, a salad, any protein that resembles its original form, or a decent meal here.
Just one example, yesterday’s lunch was a meat patty (unknown origin, probably beef, texture of soggy piece of bread,) mashed potatoes (not fresh) and canned, then overcooked, again, green beans with some sort of gelatinous tinny tasting “gravy.”
I cannot figure out what the pinkish/purple drink they keep giving us is, but it is just sour and awful.
Today’s lunch was ham (overcooked until it was screaming for moisture,) pinto beans (won’t judge as I hate beans, the texture makes me gag,) and what may have been cabbage in past life prior to being cooked for way too many hours, and jello with one piece of fruit in it.
I gnawed down the ham and left the rest. I put a big dent in my trail mix and beef jerky the last couple days. I would beat someone for a bowl full of chopped romaine, onions, broccoli, and dressing.
Enough for now.
Charlie rides Frank at Winterfest in Colonial Beach, Virginia.
Charlie and the other pony.
Sweet kisses from a sweet boy.