I'm Back

I don't know why I stopped writing. I don't know what happened in the last year. It flew by. Nobody told me that when I got old even winter would fly by. 

John is busy and happy at work, and keeping up with his exercises and is getting around well after his horrendous femur break. Icy, slick weather is still frightful. His kitties are good. I haven't been going over as much because Mom needs a little more attention now, and it is hard for Joe on  his own. I still squeeze in an overnight here and there. His beautiful kitties are doing well. He had a mouse issue. In defense of his felines, the mice were in the attic, and the kitties can't get up there. Issue seems to be resolved now. 

Mom is holding steady. Mom and Dad's anniversary was March 9th. Occasionally after a night of bad sleep or two she gets a little cantankerous, but who doesn't really? Her appetite is good and to my delight and amusement she almost always has a feline companion in bed with her. She has Misty trained to lie where Mom wants her. When Misty is with me she likes to be on my neck or head. And only when I am lying on my back with my laptop propped up on a pillow playing my favorite word game. Misty eats to live. Gigi lives to eat and will  not leave me alone in the kitchen. Both cats are a source of great amusement and are doing well. They are enjoying having the windows open here and there. 

Joe will be 64 later this month! I don't know how he got so old. He does very well helping with mom and has a cataract operation to schedule. He likes going out for breakfast and/or lunch. 

My job is good. I got a new boss. I will surely miss the old one, though the new one promises to be wonderful as well. My coworkers are a real treat, caring and goofy, just really good people, and I'm very lucky. There is a new county building going up soon (allegedly) and we were told our office would be moving into it, then we were told we were not, and now we are. I'll believe it if/when my desk gets moved. My biggest fear about the new building is a thermostat that works. My coworkers seems to run freakishly cold, so they are not perfect . . . lol. 

As for more recent events, I ended up at the ER with an ankle injury. I was going over to my friend's house in Braidwood. I was carrying a 6-pack of beer and my baked beans and my purse. She has stairs and a ramp and I always take the stairs. Always. For some reason I took one step up the ramp and heard and felt something SNAP in my ankle, along the outside in the back. Ouch. I decided to head home while I could still walk. No beans, no beer, no laughs, no fun, no games. It was so painful I went to ER, I could barely move. Nothing broken, ortho I saw later thought maybe I pulled a little piece of bone off or something. I had been kind of limping around, my knee had been sore on that leg for a couple weeks and nothing like favoring a body part to mess up another one. Anyway it continues to improve, I booted it for a bit, and took it easy and iced it, yada yada yada.

When I got to the hospital I went in the little triage room and this young lad checked me in. He looked like he could be in a boy band. I told him my tale, and didn't think a thing of it until later when I decided to look in the patient portal. That kid wrote in my report that I was carrying a case of beer and baked beans. It was a 6-pack! I got to the ortho a couple days later and he came in reading my report and kind of laughing. I go way back with this doc, saw him way back when I was playing softball, and I said "It was a 6-pack!" and I'm not entirely sure he believed me. 

Further investigation in the portal, in the social history section, revealed that I have 2-4 drinks per month. OK.  Then in the next line it says "Pt has 4-6 alcoholic drinks a day." WTH. That was never true! LOL  Apparently consuming that much alcohol could have a negative effect on my health. No chit man.  This stuff is in my permanent record! So I've decided I need to find a new hospital and start fresh.

I got together with some old softball friends last weekend and had a great time. Pizza and beer and laughs. I had my ankle story. It was suggested that my family avoid ramps at all cost, since a ramp was involved in John's injury. Another friend had face planted on her bathroom tile floor, turns out she had influenza A and was sick as a dog, and then had the shiner to beat all shiners. Nothing broken though. Another friend is going to the doctor to have an MRI on her knee, and the other is going for a plantar fasciitis issue. I told the ones that are going to our favorite ortho to tell him it was a 6-pack, not a case! One out of five had nothing going on! what kind of ratio is that? I find it bodes well to have a good sense of humor while growing old. I didn't think I would have any concerns about a permanent record at this age. 

I'm glad the foul weather missed us last night. It did cause me to put new batteries in flashlights and things, a springtime ritual. I hope it missed everybody else too. 

Have a good St Pat's!

Kay ☘