Saw the doctors this morning, receiving both good and bad news.
The good news: I have been given a much smaller brace/splint for my hand, making many activities much easier. I can hold a spoon and use the computer mouse. I may even be able to write! Next week I go back for more x-rays, to be sure there isn’t a small break that couldn’t be seen, but for now, I’m happy.
The bad news: I am going to need surgery on my ankle, which has, among other things, a chronic torn ligament, and some severe tendon damage. Before that I’ll be fitted for a custom set of orthotics – my insurance will not cover. “We give a reduced rate to Medicare clients, so it’ll only be $350” said the doc. ONLY $350. Add to that, with these orthotics I can only wear lace-up shoes. He says “Lifestyle changes.”
I am not a big fan of lace-up shoes. Give me a nice slip-on shoe, a zip-up boot, a pull-on ankle boot, or even a buckled sandle, but don’t make me have to tie my shoes every single time I put them on. Yes, I’m lazy. But I am also tired of being in pain, so I’ll adjust. There are a lot of comfortable and fashionable choices these days in laced shoes, I’m sure…so they tell me. I know that if I can get my hands on (my feet on?) a pair of Doc Martens, I’ll wear those and be happy. At least when the weather gets a bit cooler. In the heat, well, do Keds count? As long as I don’t have to wear Forrest Gump’s shoes, I’ll be happy.
Sunday night Brandon and I went out for a while. I dressed up, even wearing my one and only pair of heels for most of the night. We both looked pretty snazzy, if I do say so, myself. I managed to get through the night out in my heels without falling even once, which is a big deal for me. I fell later, wearing flats.
I fell on the way home, when we stopped at the gas station to pick up the ice cream I wanted (and the nicotine B was craving). Tripped on the curb, and SPLAT! I was sprawled on the sidewalk. Scraped both knees. Twisted my right wrist and hand. And smacked my head on the concrete , too. This “curbed” my apetite for ice cream – at least temporarily! By the time we got home my hand was swollen and I realized I could barely move my pinkie and ring fingers.
I spent the rest of the night with ice packs on both my face (in hopes I wouldn’t develop a huge black eye) and my hand. When the pain had not decreased by the next morning, we headed over to Urgent Care. I was pretty sure that at least part of my hand was broken – my pinkie was splayed way out from the rest of my hand, and to move either finger just made me want to cry!
After a little poking and prodding, a set of x-rays, and a series of questions (“No, I didn’t have a seizure.” “No, I hadn’t been drinking.” “No, nobody is hurting me.” ), it was determined that nothing was broken. My hand is severly sprained. They gave me a bulky brace “for comfort and healing” which I have to wear for three weeks. By the way, it is in NO WAY comfortable!
I can’t hold a pen, or a spoon. I cannot type (thank you, voice-to-text) or use the mouse correctly. Ugh.
I was happy to groove along to the random tunes that pop up on Spotify while I unpack & organize the new apartment, but my dance & clean party was interrupted by the horrid growling of a leaf blower — from across the street! The cement & brick apartment complex across the way, the one with no plant-life whatever, is being blown – by the loudest lawn & garden implement I’ve ever witnessed! Seriously. This is some big-ass noise, my friends. We live next to the freeway entrance, and traffic is heavy this afternoon, but that leaf blower has blocked the cars out, too. The sounds of construction going on three blocks over? Can’t hear it anymore.
I hate leaf blowers. Hate them. Can someone explain to me why there is a need for such noisy damn tools? What’s wrong with a rake or a broom? Somebody told me once that the folks who do landscaping prefer leaf blowers – something to do with how much time it takes to get things done. Which in a way makes sense, but also, doesn’t. Because wouldn’t you want to be doing things in the slower way if you’re getting paid by the hour? I know I would!
Someone on sent me this list several months ago, and, slacker that I am, I’m just now getting around to it! It’s actually pretty damn difficult to come up with a song for each of these, but I’m gonna do my best..
1:A song you like with a color in the title: “Blue Spanish Sky” by Chris Isaak
2:A song you like with a number in the title: “1985” by Bowling For Soup
3:A song that reminds you of summertime : ” Good Vibrations” by The Beach Boys!
4:A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about: “According To You” by Orianthi
5:A song that needs to be played LOUD: “Ballroom Blitz” by Sweet
6:A song that makes you want to dance: “Twisting The Night Away” by Sam Cooke
7:A song to drive to: “Under The Boardwalk” by The Drifters
8:A song about drugs or alcohol: “Why Don’t We Get Drunk and Screw” by Jimmy Buffett
9:A song that makes you happy: “You Gotta Have A Gimmick” from Gypsy
10:A song that makes you sad: “Whiskey Lullaby” by Brad Paisley & Alison Krauss
11:A song that you never get tired of : “Daybreak” by Barry Manilow
12:A song from your preteen years: “The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia” by Vicki Lawrence
13:One of your favorite 80’s songs: “The Warrior” by Scandal featuring Patty Smyth
14:A song that you would love played at your wedding: “True Companion” by Marc Cohn
15:A song that is a cover by another artist: the Tom Jones version of “Kiss” is better than Prince’s original.
16:One of your favorite classical songs: “Bach:Prelude from Unaccompanied Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major, Bwv 1007” by Yo-Yo Ma
17:A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke: “Suddenly Seymour” from Little Shop of Horrors
18:A song from the year that you were born: ” (Sittin’ On) The Dock Of The Bay” by Otis Redding
19:A song that makes you think about life : “Angel From Montgomery” by Bonnie Raitt
20:A song that has many meanings to you: “I’ve Still Got My Health” by Bette Midler
21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title: “Cecilia” by Simon & Garfunkel
22:A song that moves you forward: “God Give Me Strength” — I prefer the version from the film ‘Grace of My Heart’
23:A song that you think everybody should listen to: “Love Can Build a Bridge” by the Judds
24:A song by a band you wish were still together: “Message In A Bottle” by the Police
25:A song by an artist no longer living “Faith” by George Michael. I miss him.
26:A song that makes you want to fall in love: (This one doesn’t quite fit, since I am already in love) : “Roses and Violets” by Alexander Jean
27:A song that breaks your heart: “You Can’t Make Old Friends” by Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton.
28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love: “How’s the World Treating You” by Alison Krauss & James Taylor
29:A song that you remember from your childhood: “Return To Sender” by Elvis
30:A song that reminds you of yourself: “Bird On A Wire” by Leonard Cohen
My reasoning on some of my choices are rather random, but I’m not changing them now!
I am so bad at this. I started the month of April off with what was supposed to be a 30-Day Challenge, and promptly forgot all about it. Now it’s seven-days later, and I’ve still only done that first day’s challenge. But never fear, faithful minions, I shall catch up, with today’s post, which contains seven days: Day 4, 5, 11, 12, 14, 19, and 20.
Day 4: The meaning behind my Tumblr name. My Tumblr name is “BossyBookworm,” (which is my profile name on most social media) and the meaning is just what is sounds like— I am bossy, pushy, dominating, even intimidating, I’ve been told! And oh, yes, I am a bookworm. Like Scout Finch, I was born reading. Simple as that…
Day 5: Five places I want to visit. My dream vacay involves visiting great libraries & museums, especially the Smithsonian Institute, The Louvre, The Metropolitan, The British Museum, The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. That’s just ONE trip, someday… Now I want to go to Universal Orlando so I can see the Wizarding World of Harry Potter (and maybe run into Draco Malfoy….) . I’d like to go back to some of the places I visited as a child, like Mount Rushmore, or the Grand Mesa, or the Colorado National Monument. And I want to visit Albuquerque again. I miss New Mexico.
Day 11: What’s your favorite quote? “Fall seven times, stand up eight.” – Japanese Proverb
Day 12: Screenshot your desktop:
Day 14: Provide pictures of 5 celebrity crushes: (so ( I couldn’t choose just 5. big deal..)
Day 19: A list of all the places you’ve lived:
Born in Custer, South Dakota. Topeka, Kansas until I was 11, then Grand Junction, Colorado until after high school. I lived here in Portland for a year, then went back to Colorado and went back to college; after another year I moved to Nampa, Idaho to go to school there. Two years later I followed my family to Albuquerque, New Mexico, where my younger sister was attending the University of New Mexico; our folks moved down there so she could get in-state tuition, and so did I. New Mexico was home for enough time that I was finally able to finish my BA. After that I moved back up her to the Pacific Northwest, which has been home ever since. Mostly the Portland area, but in Vancouver, as well. That’s it.
Day 20: Concerts you’ve attended:
Barry Manilow was the first, back in 1985. The Monkees, in 86 or 87. Reba McEntire & Brooks & Dunn. I had tickets to see Chris Isaak at the Portland Zoo, and was so excited about it, but we didn’t get to see the show; my ex got sick, and we had to take him to the ER. And Jimmy Buffett. (This doesn’t count all of the choral and choir concerts & recitals I’ve attended and performed in over the years!)
In a folder on my Google Drive, I have nearly 150 “journal prompts” saved from various sources online. Some of these prompts are years old, some I saved just last week, but until now, I’ve never actually been prompted by any. I’ve decided to begin this new month by challenging myself to write each day, following this list:
Day 1: some basic things about myself:
The basics of me? Curvy, short, bossy, crafty, and smart. When I decide to do something, I do it to the best of my ability. Of course, I’m also lazy to the bone.