Well my guardian angel has flown away, back to Cape Cod where three anxious dogs and a lonely husband await
I have had ten days of loving attention, as had the house and the cats.
Every piece of clothing is clean and perfectly folded; I fold laundry as if I always have a shoulder injury.
The pantry is stocked, fresh sheets on the bed and the fridge has roasted vegetables ready for consumption. There are cans of cat food at the ready, the plants watered and I have stacks of book everywhere, some from local friends some from blogger friends.
By Thursday I was able to join Susan for haircuts and errands.
Friday I saw the doctor, had the stitches removed, was told whatever you two girls are doing keep it up because it's looking good. Girls?
Then we girls did a little shopping and a two hour lunch with a friend. A 1/4 of a percocet can take you a long way baby.
I can now keep the shoulder brace off during the day and only have to wear it to sleep. For 6 more weeks.Sitting upright in bed. This is not as comfortable as one might imagine:-) I hate sleep time.
The exercises I have been given to do at home are where I hit the wall.
I'm not sure I understand the instructions and trying to raise my arms over my head while holding a cane in both hands as I lie on the floor is not only painful but seemingly impossible.
But I start physical therapy on Monday and this is when impossible becomes reality.
The last ten days have flown by in a dream of pain, friendship and minor victories.
Susan, I literally couldn't have done it without you.
And I'm damned glad I didn't have to try.
Merci. Gracias. Danke from myself and the kittens. They're sulking in Elle's room waiting for you to return.
Bye Susan, hope we weren't too scary.