New Roof
I don't think I mentioned it, but our new roof went on 7/29, two days before my ACL surgery. I got up early and reparked the cars, we moved the roofing materials that we had stored temporarily in our garage for a few days out onto the driveway, and then a couple van loads of roofers showed up at 7:14 a.m. and got busy. They were fast, efficient, and stuff was flying off our roof within 15 minutes. Not a moment was spared. The kids and I watched chucks of roofing fall from the sky for the next couple hours. The sound was loud, but not deafening, unless you were in the garage. In there, chunks of wood were falling from the ceiling. We left for about three hours for errands and then came back. Storms moved in around 1 p.m., the rain started to really come down at 2 p.m., and still they carried on with the work. The entire job was done, the yard was picked clean, and they were on their way at 4:10 p.m. I have only found two nails in the days since, so they did a really good job with the clean up. The new roof looks absolutely beautiful.
Physical Therapy
I have made it through my first week of physical therapy on my knee. I only have anywhere from 7-11 weeks to go. The difference between my physical therapy this time around and the therapy I had on my shoulder is like night and day. My shoulder therapist (different clinic) was cool, indifferent, and she did no manual therapy (like massage) on my very stiff and sore joint. The only thing I did was lift weights in all sorts of different directions. This time around, in a clinic in the same building as my surgeon, I am with the nicest therapist, ever. Except that what she makes me do hurts more than you can imagine. She massages my knee first, loosening my very stiff and swollen knee, and then has me work almost exclusively on contracting my quadricep - over and over, to strengthen my weakened leg. Twice now it has been done with the help of a vicious torture device called STEM, which delivers an electric current to my muscle, to make it contract. It hurts so bad it brings tears to my eyes, but I know it has to be done. The nice thing is that after it is over, I get to relax while a nicer version of STEM massages the muscles and a bag of ice helps with the swelling. I had the rest of my stitches pulled out last week, and just yesterday I graduated from the walker to a single crutch, which I use opposite of my bum knee. I struggle with hyperextending my knee backwards (due to weak muscle control), so I have to walk very slowly, concentrating on keeping my knee bent ever-so-slightly as I move. Now that I can walk with a free hand means that I can now carry a few things, which is like a whole new world. I hated being so dependent on others to carry absolutely every little thing for me from point A to point B. Therapy will continue for the next several weeks, twice a week, for an hour each visit, plus the time to drive 70 miles round trip to get there. The good thing is, Dean can drive over from his office and meet me there and take the kids for the hour while I am in there. The bad thing is it occurs right in the middle of the day, which isn't conducive to proper homeschooling. :(
Traffic Flow
I've had a lot of people flow in and out of the house in the past couple of weeks. Normally that is a thing that makes me break out into a cold sweat because that means people are in our house and they can see it for the messy disaster it is. Dean really got things into shape while he was home that first week, and we have been fighting like hell to keep it that way. So far we have had multiple visits from the window contractor, a couple of different guys who delivered and set up medical equipment pertinent to my knee rehab, the parents of Rylan's friend that lives on our street - as they shuttle the girls back and forth on play dates, my cousin and aunt who paid me a visit, my mom's cousin visited for a day... lots of traffic flow. In the first few days, I was stuck in bed. The contractor CAME TO THE BEDROOM to discuss plans for replacement windows with me. He and Dean had toured all over the house, while I had to stay in the passive motion machine. I was not exactly up for wandering around the house, anyway. The contractor seemed totally nonplussed by it. On his next visit, he had a measuring guy with him, and he was totally uncomfortable with it. He couldn't even make eye contact. So while there was a ton of traffic, what I wished is that it wasn't a parade of strangers in my house, but a continual flow of friends instead. The visit from my cousin and aunt, my mom's cousin, my brother, mom and dad were all very nice indeed. They were integral in keeping my spirits up, but I wish it had been more.
Birthday and Friendship Blues
My birthday on the 8th sucked. Several of my family members were on a cruise, and they were out at sea on the day of, so phone calls could not be made. I was in pretty serious pain. I was still struggling with an ineffective dosage amount of my pain meds, plus terrible cramping in the gut, and all I could do was curl into the fetal position and lay there. Which meant I wasn't in the mood for company. Which meant that I was left alone for hours (my own doing, not because my family was not taking care of me), with no means of getting anything I needed when the need did arise. By the time dinnertime rolled around, I was dehydrated, had very low blood-sugar, and thoroughly pissed off for even being in that state. We were to meet my dad for dinner and ice cream, and I could barely keep my bearings in the car, as woozy and dizzy as I was. Dinner helped, the ice cream was better, so the day felt a little salvaged, somewhat. In looking back, it was just an unfortunate confluence of a lot of different circumstances that couldn't be helped, that made the day what it was. There was a nice trickle of messages throughout the day on Facebook, and that helped, but you know... I've had a lot of time to lie around, thinking about different things. Friendship, and what it means, has come to mind a lot lately. This recovery has been one long and lonely road. My phone has been rather silent, my inbox a little too empty, and my heart a little heavy.
I've talked about these friendship troubles with Dean at length, as he lets me vent and feel sorry for myself. He sees that at times I hold myself distant from friends, and that I close myself off. I think that is true. There are so many hurts and let-downs in my past that I think I use that as a protective measure so that I don't get hurt anymore. But I think that loneliness hurts even more. So, take a moment and give thanks if you have that close circle of friends that rally behind you when you face adversity. If you have that friend that shows up with a cup of coffee and stays an hour to visit with you and makes you laugh to momentarily take your mind off your pain or your troubles, if you have that friend that calls you up to see how you are doing - just because, if you have that friend that drops off a new library book, or a casserole, or fresh produce or flowers from her garden.... you are so, so lucky. Friendship is precious. I have a lot work to do in the department of being a good friend and creating better friendships.
Schedule Hell
School starts for us tomorrow. It is not the *official* first day for Colorado Calvert Online Academy, but we are getting a head start so that we can figure out how it all works beforehand. The new school room is ready, but not quite ready for pictures. I still have a few more things to get put away today. For the past several months I have been hard at work clearing our schedule so that when we did make the jump and start up with Calvert, nothing during the daytime hours got in our way as a distraction. Then I tore my ACL, and the rehab alone will steal hours from our school time. Then, late last week, I realized I completely forgot something when planning out our fall schedule. I spaced that Lego NXT is starting up again. Both Rylan and Jordan are on Lego NXT teams. Rylan is on an all-girls team, and her practices started last week. I love Lego. I love that they are excited about Lego. I just don't love the time slot they practice in very much. Monday-Thursday, for two hours each day, Jordan and Rylan will alternate days for their practice sessions. I don't have a schedule yet for the times when Jordan, Rylan and Owen meet online with their teachers, but I anticipate we will have a serious time conflict in very short order. I keep telling myself that Lego and therapy will only last until mid-November, but that is not helping very much. This was not the start I was envisioning. I'm already stressed...
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