Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Highbrow Conversations

Rick is now home sick with the flu.
He is in his new recliner and moaning.
He has surgery and he acts tough as nails and has all the machismo he can muster. He gets a cold or the flu and he is 4 months old.

Last evening as I am cleaning up the dinner dishes I hear him chuckle to himself while watching TV.
Later as we are watching a television show together a commercial comes on. I take that moment to get myself some ice water. I hear him giggle again but don't stop to ask what is so funny. I just assume he is nuts from this fever or worse, just nuts.

When I come back to watch TV with him I ask, "why are you laughing?"

"Oh, it's that commercial for Cosentyx. "

"Why is that funny? The side effects? Anal leakage?"

"No, it reminds me of Goesintas."

"What in the hell is Goesintas Rick?"

Through his laughter, he says, "Jethro said it."

"Alright, I give, who the hell is Jethro?"

Now for the first time in 2 days he is really laughing. I am not getting what the hell is so funny.

"Rick, who the hell is Jethro?"

"Jethro Bodine."

"Oh for the love of God Rick do you mean from the Beverly Hillbillies?"

"Yep. Now do you remember when he said this?"

I am beginning to think his fever has got the best of him. The numb nut.

"No, I don't remember this Rick." But his laughter is contagious and I find myself laughing and I don't know what is so damn funny.

He goes on, "Your goesintas  - You know - 6 goesinta 12 2 times, 2 goesinta 10 5 times."

Now he is really laughing. I think the damn old coot is proud of himself.
Which of course, in turn, makes me laugh all the more.

Then it hits me, Oh my God the multiplication tables.
Oh my yes, I do remember this.
Goes-in-tas. He remembers this but he can't remember anything I ever say to him. The Beverly Hillbillies he remembers.

This is just another fine example of the highbrow conversations at our home.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Just Funnies Today

I am going to just be light hearted today because it's a dark and heavy day here.

I personally would love nothing more than to go over to this table just to see what he'd agrue with me about. 
 This below would be perfect. I love to read in bed, however, I have a hubby who can sleep with the TV on in a recliner but God forbid a small light on my book be on. He will whine that it is keeping him awake. Go figure. 
See?....exactly like this.

 This is just all kinds of wrong but makes me really laugh.

This falls under natural selection to me.  

 Did you do this with a parent or grandparent? I did do this with my grandmother and thought it was fun. I was a weird kid.
I never understood why so many people use this instead of real maple syrup. 
If only all labels told us the truth like this.  

We all know these folks don't we?
Of course it does Maxine!
The only reason this won't happen to me is because I get too cold.

And lastly, a video sent to Adidas by a young student filmmaker. Adidas rejected it. But as all things do in our world it went viral. I love it and I think it's a great commercial for running and running shoes.  Hope you enjoy.

Thursday, January 12, 2017


Doing some housekeeping......
**My knee has made strides. I am pleased. I believe in another week I could wear my boots with a small heel and not feel wobbly. My goal is to be able to be on my knees.....don't make that dirty like my husband did!
Kneeling is painful. I made the enormous mistake of saying out loud as I was making dinner that I can't wait until I can be on my knees again. As soon as it came out of my mouth I knew that my hubby would be jumping on that and sure enough. Damn!

** The women who were staying at my home for the march on January 21st are still coming but not staying at my home. They are staying with someone in Maryland. I don't understand why because it is so much further for them when I am closer to the metro to just get into the city. But that's fine. A neighbor has a house full and she asked if 2 of the women (who I have met) could possibly stay with me. So I may have women here anyway. Since I can't walk a great deal and stand for hours, this is me doing my part.

Okay now to a topic I wanted to talk about.
I have been watching a documentary series on A & E about Scientology.
Let me start this with my opinion.  If you like and believe in this, I'm sorry.
This is NOT a religion. This is a cult.
If you are Methodist, Catholic or Luthern etc and you wish to leave the church, you leave. You are not harassed, you are not shunned, you are not split from your family, you are not followed, they do not tell lies about you, try to get you in trouble with the law etc. You just leave the church.

I believe to a certain degree all organized religion is a cult. I know that if the Pope told my father to drink the kool-aid and put on his nikes then he'd do it just like those that did it at Jonestown. But this is so off the charts it's amazing.

I have also always believed that those who need this so much are a bit weak. So watching this I just can't fathom how people believe the things they are told, the money they MUST pay to be in this cult/religion and how they can be pushed around. I want to think this couldn't happen to me, perhaps it could. After enough beatings who to say.

As you all know the actress Leah Remini is the one doing this documentary with a former big leader of the church. When I say big leader, I mean the man who was the right-hand man to their leader. The pope's assistant so to speak. The man who did the harassing and found the weak spots in the people who asked questions etc.

Now, if you are like me you think, Leah Remini is so mouthy and straight up no chaser you just can't fathom she could fall for this shit. But she did. For 35 years. Hundreds of thousands of dollars she gave them so she could continue. Her mother went to Scientology first after her divorce (ah, my theory of being weak and needing something) and she brought along her daughters. This life and doctrine are all she ever knew. When someone did something as she was doing she too would have said the same things as they say about her because that is how they are programmed.

She began asking questions and then she was punished. That was the beginning for her. Then she asked about the leader's wife at Tom Cruise's wedding and again, she was harassed, told to take these classes to "cleanse" and those cost a few hundred thousand, she was being followed etc. It was ugly for her.

A few more things happened and it was like a light bulb (finally)went off for the first time for her. She began to see the things the rest of us could see in this cult (sorry I can't call this a religion) She left Scientology. She has been followed, rumors printed in magazines, news shows, and anywhere they can. She has been harrassed beyond belief. But now she wants to show the world what is really going on there. She says on the show she can take it, it's others who's family have been destroyed on purpose and others who can't help themselves is who she wants to help.

She and this man set out to see others who have escaped along with all the horror they have gone through and some still going through. While watching some of these stories I have cried. It is unfathomable the things that have been done to people and how they tear apart families and kids who think their parents don't love them and vice versa. It's crazy how they fuck with them. Mentally and sadly physically with beatings that they think they deserve. The beatings alarmed me. But each story you hear that is a part of it. One mother couldn't take it anymore and run away with only the clothes on her back. Her son was a teen and she hasn't seen him since. She stayed for as long as she could because she knew she would never be allowed to see her son. Her son would be told she is a repressive person and evil and not to deal with her. And sure enough, after the last beating she left and it all happened as she thought it would. She is still being harassed. What the hell is the point of that? After 10+ years why not just leave them alone? You call this a religion? The punishment stories would make your hair curl and you wouldn't believe they can do this legally.

She and this man are taking a lot of this to a lawyer to see how this can continue being tax-free as well as some other things.
I would love to see them stripped of their religious status so all this money they take from their followers is not tax-free. That is their goal meeting with this lawyer from what I have seen thus far. This is not a religion. A religion one would hope teaches good things.  Kindness, exclusivity, faith, hope and hopefully all things one learned in kindergarten to treat others the way you wish to be treated. They would not beat or mentally hurt their followers. A real religion if they felt you needed to leave, would ask you to leave. Period.

The show has been far worse of a situation than I even thought. Watching those 2 (Leah and the man, who's name I can't remember) drive to a former Scientology "escapee" and be followed, run off the road etc. The stories from those interviews are gut wrenching and horrific. If I did any of those things I'd be in jail. But they just say Leah is a loser, bitter and a horrible person who needs help and she's doing this for money. They must know she doesn't really need the money, jokes on them.

I grew up a very strict Catholic and I rebelled. Even as much as I disliked the church never in a million years could I fathom the Pope trying to hurt me in any way. (there is a joke in there about me not being male, but we'll skip that today)
Today I do not belong to an organized religion. A lot of that Catholic upbringing is there and rears it's ugly head but it never hurt me. (not counting nuns who would hit my knuckles with a ruler) That is the enormous difference here.

I know the series can get a bit tedious at times but it is so very eye opening and worth watching. I think they did a great job. They also had on this week a man in Britain who did a documentary in the 80's who has been constantly harassed and who has feared for his life etc. He sat at a table across from Leah and told her how she told him the same robotic things she is hearing. They even showed her tape from the documentary speaking with him. She apologizes for a great deal in this series of what her part was. She can't believe she bought this bullshit either. She apologized to him as well.

And that brings me back to how someone can be so mentally weak to fall for this. Could you? Would you? Who knows, right? While we all like to think we are stronger than that I am certain if that were the case there wouldn't be so many that are blind to this harmful cult.
If you are so inclined to watch a couple of those episodes will it make you think this is crazy to be called anything more than what it is, a cult?

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Logic by Charlie Sheen

I saw Charlie Sheen this morning on television and apparently he will be on Nightline as well.

My takeaway from this interview is that when Charlie Sheen makes sense the world is really upside down and a hot mess isn't it? 
Yea, simmer on that for a bit.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

DNA results

I have a lot to share but no time to write more today.
I just had to share this- close family and friends who read this will find it funny as I do I'm sure.

I did my DNA on Ancestry. 
I was so hoping to find something exotic....you know, like Irish....tee hee. 
But no, I'm 70% Italian. It stated a native of Italy would be 72%. 

I have less than 1% of this and that. 
BUT the less than 1% of this and that are many and so very interesting. 

Friday, January 6, 2017

Crazy World

We live in a crazy world don't we?

As I sit at my desk and type this I am listening to the horror at the Ft. Lauderdale airport. As I type this they don't seem to have a lot of information.
I think I am going to become a hermit.

Speaking of crazy people....
My husband has a facebook page.
Last week a man sent a message to my Rick via Facebook messenger.
This man wrote to say they had the same name and that his grandfather was from England and it went on and on. Asked where Rick lived, where he's from etc.
My Rick replied.

The next day when MY Rick opened Facebook he saw a posting that read as follows: Apparently there is another Rick Hxxxxx on facebook who has been liking my posts and trying to communicate with me. If you see a posting by Rick Hxxxxx with a cover photo of a fiftyish man, tee shirt, glasses--it's NOT me.

My Rick went to respond and saw that he was blocked. So he saw a family member there and went to her and wrote back the following:
"Jody, This is the other Rick Hxxxxx. I hope you get a message to the RIck Hxxxxx you know. I'm not trying to stalk him or anything. He reached out to me to tell me about his grandfather from England so I thought he wanted to connect with me on some level. Apparently he was upset by me liking some of his posts. Did he forget that he was the one that made contact first?? While I appreciate the fact that he thinks I am 50ish.. (actually in my 60's) I wanted people to know that he reached out to me. Please apologize to him if I offended him or bothered him after he messaged me. I have blocked him and I assume since I can't message him, he has blocked me. Thanks."

His niece who Rick wrote to contacted Rick via messenger and they chatted that he seems to be getting forgetful. Rick explained to her what he first approached him about and what his other FB messenger comments said to My Rick.
She understood and appreciated my Rick reaching out to her to let her know the situation. She said that he has been doing a lot of "goofy" things of late and they are getting concerned.

I saw the guys FB page and he appeared to be a cool old dude. I get why Rick "liked" a couple of posts. A guitar player, musician and actually seemed to have some interests just like my husband which is the funny part. He also seemed to really enjoy/like weed. He had a lot of posts about pot. So perhaps he was stoned and forgot he sent my Rick several messages via FB messenger.  He appears to be in his mid - late 70's.

I got a kick out of him thinking Rick was 50ish.
That made my old Rick's week!

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Dieting in 2017?

I watched a great deal of TV over the last couple of weeks.
Being housebound makes one do that.
I also did a great deal of knitting and read a book.
So all not lost I suppose but it sure as hell feels great to be able to go out of the house.

I am walking well for the most part. There is still a hitch in my giddy up but it's so much better. The swelling is down but still very much there.
Friday is PT so I hope at physical therapy they can tell me how long this swelling should last etc.
All those pain pills I did not take are just for what Friday will bring. While I hate the pain I know the physical therapy will help me. But I know there will be a big pain when I get home. More ice. The $20 Rick spent on this ice "thing" from the chiropractor has been the best $20 he ever spent.

Rick used to use a bag of corn or peas that he would put in a zip lock bag and put it on his shoulder or knee. I could never use those peas again (or corn) again.
The last time I needed peas the one he had been using was all that was left. I opened it and it was pea mush. No, that was not what I wanted for my stew.
So he came home one day after visiting his chiropractor with this thing and I laughed. Jokes on me. We have used this thing more times than I care to tell you.
So yes, $20 for an ice gel pack is well worth it trust me. He's ruined enough frozen veggies for this to pay for itself.

Yesterday morning every morning program had everything about weight loss.
It came on the Today show so I switched to GMA, same thing. Then I went to CBS and there was Oprah talking about her weight - again.

Why must we do this every damn year after the new year?
Yes, we all know how to lose weight. No one is overweight because they don't know how to lose weight. Either it's a medical issue or it's just too many donuts.
Oprah was on touting her investment called Weight Watchers.
Yeah, Oprah is losing weight, again.
All these "experts" talking about weight loss to start your year.
One says no bread, one says eat bread, one says no dairy, one says dairy is good, one says exercise with weights only, one says weight bearing isn't enough.
Who doesn't know that grains and dairy cause inflammation - been in a cave for the last 20 years?
Yes, some people can eat bread and lose weight, and some can't.

As an adult, one must do what works for them and just live your life that way.
Exercise, move, in whatever form works for you.
Doing this every year on TV is just silly to me. All these talking heads don't motivate me and I don't believe it will motivate most as much as a pair of tight pants will motivate one. I can't wait until the new year diet craze is over. And we all know it will be over in about 2 weeks.

So having said all that, here's where I'm at so far in 2017

Monday, January 2, 2017

2017 Sandwich Boards

I'm still in holiday mode so I'm being lazy. 
This first one is exactly how I feel after this weekend. 
Back on the wagon.

Okay this below is a tough one but I'd go with Red.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016


There have been so many deaths this year of folks of my generation it makes you begin to think of your own mortality. It rather sucks.

Glenn Frey, Carrie Fisher are two of my generation's artists. I love Glenn Frey, I loved his music with the Eagles as well as his music in his solo career. Carrie Fisher is an idol. She can make the most serious subjects funny. I love her books, her movies with the exception of Star Wars which I have never seen. If you never saw her one woman show, you should try, it was brilliant.
I always enjoyed the fact that she was a script doctor and those stories always made me laugh.

Paul Kanter of the Jefferson Airplane died this past year too. I met him at an airport. He asked me for directions in the Cleveland airport and when I asked if he was Paul Kanter he said yes and asked me who I was. He said it wasn't fair I knew him. I will always remember that walk down the hall to where he needed to be. I loved Jefferson Airplane back in the day. But if it had been Glenn Frey back on that day, oh my, I wouldn't have been able to speak. I would have turned into a puddle on the floor.

Some others of my generation were 2 of the men in Emerson, Lake, and Palmer.
(Emerson and Lake both passed away this year) Maurice White from Earth Wind and Fire, Leon Russell, Leonard Cohen, David Bowie and Sharon Jones.
The rest are not my generation exactly but I sure enjoyed them like George Michael & Prince.  I know there were many more that I don't recall because I am old.

This got Rick and I discussing our passing and our funerals and what we wanted. So we decided to put it in writing. It won't be like my fathers wants his to be, it will be happy and not maudlin.  I want a party, not somber. I don't live my life in a somber fashion so my death should be the same. I laugh every day and most days a good belly laugh so I want that after I'm gone too.  I want my family and friends to eat, drink and be merry. In fact, I have a playlist for the party. All my music to be played that I love. No laying in an open casket to be viewed, oh how I dislike that. But I know that is what most people want so you must respect their wishes, it was their life and their death that is the least one can do. These will be mine and hopefully, they will respect my wishes. This horrible flush of people/celebrities who have been a part of my life in my music memory or move/book memory I will miss. This surely got my husband and I discussing what it is we want and putting it in writing to update our wishes. Some think depressing to do, but we found it actually kind of nice and freeing.
I just hope it's not necessarily anytime soon. I'm not done yet.
I've got a lot more ball busting left in me.

There is a part of me longing to be rid of 2016. But I fear for the future so not so sure I am thrilled about 2017 either.
I am wishing for Hope, Fairness and Equality for all in 2017 - with a large lottery win for me thrown in there. C'mon I'm still broke and while it is a bit selfish I will share a lot of it. So there.

Size of a barn

Besides becoming the size of a barn while recuperating I have learned something about myself and Rick.

I always knew this to a point...but oh my did the ugly come out with this knee surgery and his hernia surgery just a couple of weeks ago.

Rick will never ever read instructions, doesn't care about what the doctor told him he could or couldn't do. When given his hand out of post-op instructions he never looked at it. I did. I put it in front of him to read. He ignored it.
I finally read it out loud to him to be sure he at least heard it. He did not care and he said he heard me but I think what he really heard was, wah, wah, wah.

Oh hell no he won't read any directions or instructions, he would prefer to do what he wants and have a 2nd surgery to fix what damage he caused before he would ever think of doing what he's told. The big fool.  I really thought this only pertained to him when it came to putting together things, such as IKEA furniture and his aversion to directions. But nope, all directions from everyone and anyone it seems. The first operation for him in his life so this was new to me. Sounds like he may have an issue with authority. The damn old coot.

I, on the other hand, follow the instructions to a T. He said to drop crutches on the 2nd day - drop crutches.
Said to walk as much as possible. Walk until I cry.
Where I don't normally listen is the amount of medication they tell me to take.
I hate the opioid drugs. Honestly, if they would say, here is some cannabis to relieve your pain. Fine. Percocet, not so fine. By day two I am dealing with hives on top of my head to my toes. I'll deal with the pain after the 2nd day without the Percocets. I hate the way the pills make me feel as well. But my way isn't much better than his. I need to slow down. I just feel like this should be further along than what it is. I am very impatient and seeing this is ugly.

I also learned that my husband who keeps making food and shoving it in my face will one day wake up and be horrified when I am 2 sizes larger. I also need to learn to tell him NO, no matter the sad puppy eyes he gives me. Or the, 'you need to eat to get better lecture' he gives me. I repeat, "I'm not sick Rick, I had knee surgery. Food is not penicillin or a miracle cure for a torn meniscus"

Honestly, he can't help himself. He needs a 12 step program.
He and all the grandmothers and moms out there.  They can learn that food is not love despite what his Italian-American mother told him. He may have been adopted but he really absorbed that trait from her. He also needs to realize that one can survive 15 minutes without putting food in their mouth. **gasp**

The afternoon he woke me up to ask me if I was hungry I knew he had a problem. Yes, it was dinner time, my room was dark, it was dark outside, I was fast asleep. I could eat whenever I woke up for Pete's sake.
I need to find a facility for this old grandma like hubby of mine.
Is there a rehab for this guy?

One can't eat 3 meals and be sedentary and think their jeans are going to fit. Nope, too tight. Got 'em on yesterday, but I prefer to wear my pants AND continue to breathe! Silly me. So I am only eating what I make I proclaimed Tuesday morning. He said he was fine with that. I am taking my kitchen back. No more of these meals that are so heavy and yummy with awesome sauces.
I need to get back on the wagon here bud before I am twice the woman you know and love.  Wishing your husband could and would cook is a double edge sword. Trust me on this.

In the meantime it's a damn good thing my knee is still swollen and most of my pants & jeans are slim legged and I can't wear them over this knee. Whew. I'm in sweats yet again.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Well, That's Over.

It was one of the oddest Christmas holidays for us.
My knee is better but I walk with a limp.
I did hear from physical therapy and they had a cancellation on the 4th of January so I will be going then to begin PT. But more on that later.

Rick's new sisters sent him this silver little tree with a light that went around and changed the silver tree different colors. These were big in the 1960's.

I remember a neighbor had a silver tree and red ornaments and that crazy light and went around and changed the color of the tree and ornaments.
I thought it was so damn cool.
We just had a real tree and to me that was so old fashion. How funny.
This silver thing is a hideous tree.
Apparently growing up his sisters said as they pulled into Grandma Thompson's home (Rick's father's parents) this was in the window each and every year and the kids got so excited. So they thought it would be fun to send this to Rick so he could be a part of something he missed out on as a kid and a memory they all share.  His new sisters are pretty cool to me.

We put it on our sofa table and had that light going around and we got a good laugh as did our neighbors who stopped by.
Rick said we should put ornaments on it. Yes, we could but let us think about this for a minute. They are in the attic above the garage. You can climb the ladder, I can't. You can't carry the box due to your surgery and I can't carry it because it is too heavy and I can't walk well on my own, let alone carrying something heavy. So why do that to ourselves and then have to do it again in a week? After I pointed all this out to Rick he said, "next year we'll have ornaments"  Good idea.

I felt incredibly good yesterday. I had walked on Christmas Eve 6 blocks. I walked with Rick and Izzy 3 blocks and decided that was enough since I had to turn around and go home. I came home and iced it. But it felt so damn good being outside! Yesterday I felt wonderful and because I have been eating and not moving I so wanted to go outside. I told Rick I could do the grocery store. It's only 2 miles away and I only had to get a couple of things. He could see I was walking sort of well. Sort of being the key here. He made sure I had my phone in case I needed him to come get me. I was hobbling just fine and then I got to the 4th or 5th aisle and I was done. I mean I was done! But I wasn't done shopping. So I hobbled some more and went to the pharmacy to pick up Rick's Rx and thankfully there was a line.  A line gave me an excuse to sit on the bench in the pharmacy and wait. Aaah, that felt good.
Then home. The lines were so long and I just wanted off my foot. I wasn't putting any weight on it but standing on one leg wasn't fun either.

While standing in line Rick text me, he was worried. I told him about the long lines and that I was fine. He was correct, this was too much for me 11 days post op.  He and Izzy were sitting on our stoop when I pulled up. Rick got all the groceries out of the car and I just hobbled inside and put ice on my swollen knee.
Rick even put the groceries away. Where I may never know, but they were no longer in bags on the island. While he has lived her for almost 17years it's amazing how he doesn't know where anything is normally stored. The goof ball.

I will not be doing anything like that again anytime soon. Nor will Rick let me.
He was adamant that I shouldn't do it. But if I didn't try I wouldn't know. I'm stubborn like that and besides I was walking pretty well at home. But those were short spurts so this was stupid on my part. I hate when he's right. 😉

Our anniversary is New Years Eve. Normally we go to dinner at one of our favorite haunts and come home early and stay away from the crowds. This year I do not think we'll be going out. I think this will be dinner at home with a great bottle of wine or champagne. I will not be wearing nice shoes by this Friday so best to stay home.

Tomorrow - what I have learned while being immobile.
It's not pretty.

Friday, December 23, 2016

Merry Christmas & Happy Hannukah

To all who celebrate Christmas - MERRY CHRISTMAS!

To all who celebrate Hanukkah - HAPPY HANUKKAH!

Happy Holidays to you all.
I sincerely hope they are all you wish them to be.

I'm on a social media blackout until after the holidays.
But you know I can't leave you without a funny.
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Thursday, December 22, 2016

Last Day of Work!

Today is my last day in the office until after the holiday. 
It's very quiet here in the office. Phones aren't ringing off the hook.
Rick and Gary are hard at work today to finish up things for all that insisted their bathrooms/kitchens be completed before Christmas. Gary started his first job at 7:30 this morning. Later today he will be leaving to go home to Michigan to be with his family. Rick is just coming home to be with his 2 chubby brunettes, Izzy and Peggy. 
We are closing the office tomorrow and Monday for the holiday.
The phone can ring but I won't have to answer it. I love that.

Yesterday because it was slow and I can't move about freely I decided to gather up some photos and put them where they belong.
Here are a few that I came across that I like. 

This is my fur baby sleeping on me when I got home from the hospital. She knows I'm not feeling my best so she is by my side. I love it because this is what Rick always gets, she does adore that man over me.

This is a picture of my niece's wedding this past summer that I just received. 
I love this picture of them. Alexandrea looks like she is so happy here. She and Myles are very happy and it is so nice to see such a loving and respectful couple.

This made me giggle. I think I may be Amish....tee hee

 I love this take on religion

Heaven knows this is how it is in my house!
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I leave you with this cartoon my sister sent me. I thought it was cute. 
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Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Ice ...in my cocktail not on my knee please.

Saw Dr TT&G this morning. I'm moving along quite well and in fact I am doing too much so he told me to slow it down a bit. Hence the great crash around 2pm where ice and pain meds are needed. Hey, you don't give me directions and tell me to dump the crutches in 48 hrs and think I'm not going to dump the crutches in 48 hrs.

Apparently, he said most people will do nothing at all. He didn't really expect me to be doing stairs several times a day or walking as much as I have been walking. Rick was there and had to add his 2 cents that I am a type A personality and will do all that is listed on my instructions and want to do them perfectly. I guess that is a bad trait to have from the looks of their faces. So I am using 1 crutch today and I admit it is far easier. Still putting all my weight on this leg is difficult.

I attempted to get an appointment for physical therapy but no one can get me in until late January. I have called 7 places. Who will need it by that point? I may not go. I may just you tube some exercises and do them myself a couple times a day or whatever it is I'm to do. In one months time he said I will be back to normal so I don't see why I should go to PT 6 weeks after my surgery if in 4 I am fine.

And speaking of my 'fine' doctor, I saw he has a hairy chest today. As we were leaving I said to Rick, "Did you see that doctor N. had a hairy chest too? Mmmm"  Rick said he did not see this and how the hell did I? He was wearing burgundy scrubs under his coat jacket and it was a v-neck. Knowing that I like hairy men my husband said while stifling laughter, "Dear God you're not going to hurt yourself again so you have to have him cut you for a 3rd time now are you?"  (he did my shoulder surgery a few years ago)
I laughed and promised that no matter how hot this man was I do not intend on seeing him regularly! Besides he's too young for me, that would be me chasing tender vittles, but a gal can dream can't she? Healing is better with a McDreamy's manner and looks at your side.

I'm taking it easy today - no drugs, just elevation, some walking, some ice and hopefully some ice in a drink as well.