Monday, March 10, 2014

I'll Miss My Clean White Linens And My Fancy French Cologne


Tomorrow is back to work day. I don't know how long I'll be there and I have no idea what I'm fit to do but I'm very excited to be climbing back on the crazy train, as we call a day in the shop. And to bring home some fresh flowers and new to me stories.


They totally worked me over, and out, in PT today so I know I'll be sore as hell.I'm trying to imagine getting my bus pass out of, what, my pocket, the little passport bag I carry on my good shoulder,  or just carry it clenched in my teeth?

I'm going to wear a sling in the hopes the bus driver will have a moment of compassion and let me sit down before he speeds away.....

I''d better stop this, I'm scaring myself.

In PT I'm told to let my therapist know when the pain level gets to an 8. I am my father's daughter so these words don't spring quickly to my lips.

I tell her when my knees knock together and my eyes roll around in my head I've hit 10, Code Red, time to back it up a tetch. But this only seems to encourage her to try one more, just a little bit further. And whenever I think we're done, I'm wrong, there's another even more challenging exercise to get through.

And yet I love it all, the movement, the stretching, the idea that one day I may be able to shave under my arms again. Maybe chop an onion, plant a pansy, fluff my duvet.

It is with a great sense of relief that I can tell you Gus is in da house. Last Lucy and I saw he took off after a long haired smokey gray cat twice his size.

And I don't think they were going out for a drink.

So as I've been typing I've been nervously glancing over to the storm door hoping to see his furry face peering in at us wanting some dinner. Lucy just kept watch at the door, tail twitching.
Finally I found him at the back door, hale, hearty and hungry.

I can now relax and have a cup of tea.

Enough of my ramblings. 

Tea, Advil and an Epsom Salt soak, in that order.

 More will be revealed.

xo J


22 comments:

  1. You take it easy tomorrow...if all you can do is make it there, grab a few flowers and head back home...well that's a good start.

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    1. That would have been great, I waited till four to grab and go. Ouch but satisfying.

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  2. Gorgeous flowers again.
    I was amazed when my horse trainer, who had broken her arm, collarbone, etc Ina fall, was asked by the PT "how much range of motion did she want to regain". Huh? All of it??! Apparently that is not always the answer which just floors me. So good job sticking with the therapy even though they are sadists it seems.

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    1. Luckily I know them all so we laugh through the pain. At least i try to! But it's worth the work. 100% is what I aspire to.

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  3. I hope you weren't jolted on the bus and have made it home unscathed. Sounds like being very brave if you ask me.

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    1. Thank you. of course most of the bus riders were concerned and considerate. The rest were on their phones and never saw me!

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  4. Don't push yourself too hard. A sling sounds like a great idea--to remind you as well as everyone else...

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    1. I don't have a stop button, but I do have that sling and i put it on at work to signal spring break. It worked!

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  5. Well, i guess if you can't smoke afterwards ... dinner with the girls is the next best thing for Gus.

    Hope today went well. Early to bed with you, tho. Glad you are enjoying PT - i did, too - and it will get better fast. hang in there. xoxo

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    1. Off to bed now, bet I'll sleep well!

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  6. Well done. You are a survivor like no other.

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    1. Well I'm no Gloria Gaynor...

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    2. I bet her stories aren't as good as yours...

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  7. Is today the tomorrow of yesterday? I think so. I hope everything went smoothly!

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    1. Vigorously would be the word, but a smooth vigor:-)

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  8. I am glad to see the word Advil as opposed to percoset, definite progress. Hope your day wasn't too stressful, I'm sure your workmates treated you like the delicate china doll you are.

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    1. Well they tried, but I am a soldier's daughter...

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  9. For goodness sakes what have you done to yourself.
    I've only been absent from blog school for, er...one, two, three, four, five, six....well lets just call it a while and there you are with broken limbs an all.
    Typical, the moment I leave town for a nice relaxing break and the whole place goes to pot! :)
    Wishing you a speedy recovery and lots of springtime love and peace!
    Paul

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  10. Have fun at work tomorrow Jane! Don't work too hard and take care!

    Wishing you a speedy recovery!

    Madelief x

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  11. You're doing well, girl!
    Gus too. Size doesn't seem to matter with cats, does it - Catkin is twice as big as the others, and Lottie is tiny beneath the fluff, but guess who is scared of who? And little Millie saw off a huge ginger intruder the other evening. The language was not ladylike, either.

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  12. Not a good day to venture out today, Jane. It must have been difficult for you with the terrible wind and freezing temperature. A nice long bath is calling your name.

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  13. Hope work is going well and you're getting a seat on the bus! Go gently, Flower Jane.
    Gus - look at me when I'm talking to you. This is not a good time to go on the razzle, behave yourself!

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