I am 6 weeks out from surgery.
I had 2 discs removed along with my old hardware. He added 2 bone grafts *, 2 titanium plates, and 8 screws.
*(please consider organ and tissue donation, you never know who you might help to live a better life!)
My scar is hideuous. I hope it fades quickly. At least when winter comes I can wear scarves and turtlenecks.
And oh the bills! We have a high deductible and copay, but thank God for insurance!
Overall, I feel terrible. I am exhaused all the time. I can honestly say I have never felt as crappy - physically- as I do now. I don't sleep well and pain is difficult to control, tylenol doesn't do it and I don't want to take the prescription stuff they gave me. That was fine for a few days after surgery, but not for everyday.
It will get better, I know that, I am just ready to be better now.
stuff I made while living in the sticks
i like to think I crochet and quilt, lately I am just a yarn and fabric collector ;)
Friday, August 18, 2017
Sunday, July 9, 2017
I am home
Pain is under control,
Neck brace is going to get old fast.
The incision is ugly,
Glad the worst is behind me!
But I am tired.
Neck brace is going to get old fast.
The incision is ugly,
Glad the worst is behind me!
But I am tired.
Thursday, July 6, 2017
black and white
I added a new header.
Actually an old pic for my new header
Me as a blonde!
Its my mom's cousin's wedding. 1966-ish?
Looks like my brothers and cousin were having a hard time sitting still.
one of my favorites
Actually an old pic for my new header
Me as a blonde!
Its my mom's cousin's wedding. 1966-ish?
Looks like my brothers and cousin were having a hard time sitting still.
one of my favorites
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Friday, April 14, 2017
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Can you believe it?
Me.
Actually posting a picture
of a project.
Scrappy.
And I absolutely love it.
990 tiny squares of color.
No, I am not hiding the ends.
Actually posting a picture
of a project.
(A crappy picture in bad lighting.
I was watching tv
and just took a picture of my lap.)
Scrappy.
And I absolutely love it.
990 tiny squares of color.
No, I am not hiding the ends.
Friday, January 27, 2017
unmotivated
I am in such a sewing and crocheting funk. I did buy some yarn for a baby afghan...the little princess is due in Feb, I should get going. Seasonal depression stinks!
I have finished with OT for my shoulder, Stll doing exercises on my own. Its getting there, still painful if I move my arm quickly.
My foot is healing, almost back to its normal color. I must have pissed off the nerves in the top of my foot. When I put on a sock it burns and when I lay in bed at night it itches like crazy. Nerves are weird.
Then, earlier this week, my cousin passed away. She had cancer and things progressed quickly. She was such a dear friend. We emailed constantly. We shared the same political veiws and loved bashing the candidates. I am so sad. She was the closest thing to a sister I will ever have. She was an aunt to my kids. Her and her husband loved them like their own. I am picturing her in heaven with her mom, my mom, and our grandma - sitting around the kitchen table. telling stories, laughing, and eating rhubarb pie. I was not able to visit her at the end, I hope she understand and knows how I feel about her.
She left this worth on a night with the most beautiful snowfall. Thick, heavy, pure white loveliness.
I have finished with OT for my shoulder, Stll doing exercises on my own. Its getting there, still painful if I move my arm quickly.
My foot is healing, almost back to its normal color. I must have pissed off the nerves in the top of my foot. When I put on a sock it burns and when I lay in bed at night it itches like crazy. Nerves are weird.
Then, earlier this week, my cousin passed away. She had cancer and things progressed quickly. She was such a dear friend. We emailed constantly. We shared the same political veiws and loved bashing the candidates. I am so sad. She was the closest thing to a sister I will ever have. She was an aunt to my kids. Her and her husband loved them like their own. I am picturing her in heaven with her mom, my mom, and our grandma - sitting around the kitchen table. telling stories, laughing, and eating rhubarb pie. I was not able to visit her at the end, I hope she understand and knows how I feel about her.
She left this worth on a night with the most beautiful snowfall. Thick, heavy, pure white loveliness.
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