So I checked my local Walgreen’s: no splint in stock. I checked my local CVS’s website: no splint in stock. my finger had looked so good wrapped around that Frosty cup as I smeared the Frosty on my portion of the cookie the teenager and I shared. So I went to the kitchen and started to cry. The teenager told me to stop wiggling around that it had to be in the car and we’d look at home. I checked my bra, the car compartments, the seat. I removed the splint to wipe down my hand with a wet nap before eating. I took my custom splint off- today marks one week of wearing it and taking it off every 3 hours for occupational therapy exercises and when needed “for hygiene.” And the finger is looking steady! Which, by the way, is much tastier with a Wendy’s sugar cookie. But it was getting more and more difficult to control as my stiffness dissipated.īut the teenager and I still made it to my 101st session at Apex and celebrated by trying the new strawberry Frosty at Wendy’s. Today I woke up very stiff, with my muscles in my lower body so tight I struggled to bend and I had even less control and stability in my right leg.īy the end of the day, my right quad had this dull burn to it, but it didn’t really hurt. But my the end of the day my right leg was unsteady. I was a little stiff the next day, which was yesterday, but I still managed to do 100% according to the metrics at work. On Monday night, after the teenager’s car accident, I went to Apex Training for my 100th session at the gym since I started about ten months ago.īecause it was my 100th session, the my trainer picked out 6 exercises for me to do 100 times, at my own pace, breaking them into sets as I saw fit. And I flung things down the stairs.īut that’s the end of the story. I nearly wept myself into a panic attack. You can see the unboxing here: (The Teen is wearing a Stitch Fix sweater from a recent fix.) The Lovely Teenager and I received a package from Stitch Fix yesterday with our Freestyle goodies. But, at the time of my arrival home, I felt like a successful warrior queen. Let me skip ahead to this morning and alert you that my half and half, after I freshly popped the seal, was spoiled. I also grabbed a half gallon of Weis-branded ultra pasteurized half and half, dated March 23. I love a good porter or stout and DuClaw’s Sweet Baby Jesus is a solid one, though not as smooth as Samuel Smith’s Organic Chocolate Stout. I stopped at the new Weis market in Bethlehem near the hospital, purchased several single-serve-type bottles of various wines and a cold six pack of Sweet Baby Jesus chocolate peanut butter porter. My father preferred his coffee with milk, and it’s something I just can’t adjust to. And I have resorted to, with great desperation, coffee with two percent milk. Three trips to the store have yielded no such milk product. I still need half-and-half after running out last week. My job was to stop and augment the alcohol offerings. The Teenager had a dinner party and game night planned for the evening. I visited my friend on Thursday evening, and again Friday after work. She’s coming home from the hospital later today. That makes me proud to be part of the team with whom I work. And our coworkers have paraded into her room literally one after another, including her direct supervisor who turned up before she had emerged from the ICU. That doesn’t fix the long-term damage to her heart, but at least now she has the team to move her care forward in the future. My friend in the hospital is doing well, and the staff on the cardiac floor seemed appropriately mortified at how her case was mishandled on Sunday. And that’s a shame because I’ve seen some silver linings recently. I haven’t had much time this week to eat, or rest, or even go to the gym, so I haven’t had time to read books, report on podcasts, or blog.
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