- Nearly passing out Saturday night when I got up at what I thought was Scout’s request to go outside.
- Joe jerry-rigging a way to shampoo my hair. The mechanics were a little convoluted, but since I’m not yet steady enough on my feet to get into the shower, it was well worth all the trouble. I’ve been giving myself sponge baths, but hadn’t yet figured out how to wash my hair. My saying it was well worth the trouble probably sounds like I think it’s all about me. Joe would agree, and since he’s the one who did all the hard work, far be it from me to argue with him.
- Izzybella bringing me a spinach quesadilla (made with Daiya cheese) from Spiral Diner. If you’re in DFW, you want to go before the end of the month and make sure you get one. Better yet, ask them to add it to their regular menu!
- Joe leaving to go get ice and taking Molly with him. I was holding Scout by the collar, but as soon as Joe picked up the leash, Scout did this amazing squiggle and got to the front door before Molly finished her pre-ride stretch. Fortunately, Liz was home and helped hold Scout while Joe and Molly escaped. Scout stood on the arm of the loveseat by the front door and tiled his head from one side to another, and then came running over to tell me that it wasn’t fair! Life’s not fair! Molly always gets what she wants and he never does! This little guy can emote like nobody’s business.
- The green powdered protein drink that Joe gives me once a day. Disgusting stuff, although I think it might be more palatable in smoothies.
- I’ve made a lot of progress with my leg, which makes me happy.
- How can anyone watch more than half an hour of Switch Blade? I actually think I made it about 45 minutes. But I knew where it was going, and I HATED the voice Billy Bob Thornton gave his character.
- The fart bars. Those high fibre bars tend to have a lot of chicory. Chicory makes us both fart. Joe and I have both been eating about one bar a day, and the volume in our house would astound anyone.
- The Unbearable Cuteness of Being Scout. He’s my constant companion right now, and is utterly adorable.
- Lolo and her fiance came by on Friday afternoon with the laptop from work. Yay! That means my days will start moving along more quickly because I’ll be working from home while I’m recuperating.
- When I’m about to stand up, or give myself a shot, or do my exercises, it’s so hard to get started. Not because I think I can’t do it; I can. It’s that moment of fear, because I know it’s going to hurt, and why do you want to do something that hurts? You do it, obviously, because you have to push through the pain so you can get better, but that’s why it’s hard to take that first step, or jab that needle into your gut, or pick up your foot and see how high you can lift it not one time, but 15 times.
Joe has been taking the most amazing care of me. He’s patient, thorough, careful, and so loving. He read through the booklet left by the physical therapist so that he knows what I’m to do and not to do. He read through the diet recommendations, and has adapted them for a vegetarian diet. He brings my meals to me on a tray, and makes sure I get plenty of protein and vitamins while I heal. He helps me with the exercises. He can’t look while I’m giving myself the twice-daily injections of blood thinner because he hates it when I hurt. He helps me figure out how to state things that I’m having trouble putting into words.
I know that I’m tremendously blessed to have him in my life and as my husband. Like any married couple, we have good times and bad times. We have fighting down to a fine art. We just push the buttons and skip the preliminaries. But we love each other, a lot, and I’m so thankful for him.