It could be Thumpin' for Thumone who is No Relation but it could be Thump'n Thpethul Just for Me!
Well, it's not the ankle that's been turned; it's the knee.
I've seen the physical therapist twice and I like him. And not just because he said that this dratted thing will get better. He's just a nice and decent guy who wants me to work hard but not hurt myself in the process. He said to apply ice as many times per day as I want, but not to leave it on longer than 15 minutes. He said I can walk up to 1000 or 1500 steps on a flat surface (yesterday I managed 750 around the track). I rest and I elevate. I take Advil.
Last evening my Circle met at my house for the annual autumn pot luck dinner. I sent out a notice ahead of time that I would need help. One sister came early and set up the chairs. Afterwards, they wouldn't let me near the kitchen and after they left I found the dishwasher had been emptied and loaded and some marvelous left-overs had been placed in the fridge.
Still, somehow, I had done too much. I went to bed at 9:30 and the entire leg throbbed for an hour or more before I was able to finally get comfortable and sleep. Today that has stopped and I mean to keep it that way.
In other Big News, I was the recipient of a most astonishing Random Act of Kindness. A huge box arrived via UPS (does anyone else find herself humming, "O-ho the Wells Fargo Wagon is A-Comin' Down the Street" when that big brown truck pulls up?) and once Himself had brought it into the foyer I could tell it was way too heavy for the Darth Vader flannel sheets I'd ordered for a certain young man's Christmas gift. I couldn't imagine what it could be. We opened it up and -- gasp -- inside was a Go! Accucutter! We were both mystified as we sat down to lunch. And then I recalled that a dear-yet-geographically-remote friend/quilter/Scrabbler had mentioned that she had sent me something and hoped I would like it.
Like it? I am bowled over.
Come on, knee, I have work to do!
I've seen the physical therapist twice and I like him. And not just because he said that this dratted thing will get better. He's just a nice and decent guy who wants me to work hard but not hurt myself in the process. He said to apply ice as many times per day as I want, but not to leave it on longer than 15 minutes. He said I can walk up to 1000 or 1500 steps on a flat surface (yesterday I managed 750 around the track). I rest and I elevate. I take Advil.
Last evening my Circle met at my house for the annual autumn pot luck dinner. I sent out a notice ahead of time that I would need help. One sister came early and set up the chairs. Afterwards, they wouldn't let me near the kitchen and after they left I found the dishwasher had been emptied and loaded and some marvelous left-overs had been placed in the fridge.
Still, somehow, I had done too much. I went to bed at 9:30 and the entire leg throbbed for an hour or more before I was able to finally get comfortable and sleep. Today that has stopped and I mean to keep it that way.
In other Big News, I was the recipient of a most astonishing Random Act of Kindness. A huge box arrived via UPS (does anyone else find herself humming, "O-ho the Wells Fargo Wagon is A-Comin' Down the Street" when that big brown truck pulls up?) and once Himself had brought it into the foyer I could tell it was way too heavy for the Darth Vader flannel sheets I'd ordered for a certain young man's Christmas gift. I couldn't imagine what it could be. We opened it up and -- gasp -- inside was a Go! Accucutter! We were both mystified as we sat down to lunch. And then I recalled that a dear-yet-geographically-remote friend/quilter/Scrabbler had mentioned that she had sent me something and hoped I would like it.
Like it? I am bowled over.
Come on, knee, I have work to do!
Comments
do I sound like a mom????
LOL
what an incredible gift. I have been thinking about one lately
Kathie
Love the visual with this post--and the reference to The Music Man (Ron Howard was one of the best child actors IMHO).
Wow, that was some generous gifting! Very thoughtful!
Oh! Now you've got the Wells Fargo Wagon song playing non-stop in my head. That's okay because it's been playing the "My bologna has a first name, it's O-S-C-A-R ..." ever since my bologna sandwich yesterday.
I wish you well with your in babying your knee. Ice will burn skin as surely as heat, so keep a wash cloth or towel between your skin and the ice bag. I sewed a seam at each side of a folded hand towel to make an ice bag (zip-loc) holder. Works great.
Cheers for you thoughtful friends in your Circle, too, and the clean kitchen plus yummy treats in your 'fridge!
Hugs!
As for the delivered gift, now that is exciting! Just receiving a package is thrilling, but to get a gift like that! Someone loves you... :-)
Hugs,
K
Hope progress on the knee front is theriously thplendid thoon