So it looks like the release date is the 24th, next Tuesday. That will give me a couple of days to sink in, before the hordes descend on the weekend. (I still have pizza and beer--that ought to attract hordes.)
One of my physical therapists has said she'll pick up a copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows for me on Saturday. Is is a gift or should I pay her back? The second, probably. better ask my mom to bring back the check book.
In the meantime, I'm out of books I want to read here. I finished the fourth Judge Dee mystery. These are a little odd, the first was a translation of a Chinese detective story; it did so well that he started writing stories with the same hero. I don't know why I'm reading them--insight into China? or the Netherlands? Still, exotic settings are interesting for a while.
\I do have Eight Little Piggies, but there's only so many Steven Jay Gould essays I can read a week.
My mother once handed me Number One Woman's Detective Agency, but she can't find it now, that seems about perfect.
I don't actually like detective stories in one way. I certainly never try and figure out "who donit." I figure the authot is way more clever than I am, so why try and compete? Maybe I should just journal a lot.
No snack food either--and I've developed an appetite--all that working out. Plus, people are telling me I've lost weight. All that working out.
Or in the words of the immortal Sandra Boyton--things are getting desparate; please send chocolate.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Ramping Up
I've been learning all sorts of new stuff. Like how to pull myself up if I fall on the floor. It's hard pulling, completely dependent on my arm strength. Which I must continue to work on--weights this afternoon.
Somehow, I've got to be able to talk someone through moving me up or down a curb when I can't find a ramp. If it's not a friend, then it might be a stranger.
Car transfers. On Tuesday it was scary. On Wednesday it was just a problem that had to be solved. I pushed myself out of the car backwards so hard, that I dislodged my cushion and pushed it halfway up the chair seat. A break today, and back to this tomorrow. I can't get into Mariah's honda because the door doesn't open far enough to get the wheelchair next to the car seat. Luckily, my mother's Saturn doesn't have this problem.
I will see the SWAT team nurse today for colostomy bag changing training.
After I've done the weight lifting.
Somehow, I've got to be able to talk someone through moving me up or down a curb when I can't find a ramp. If it's not a friend, then it might be a stranger.
Car transfers. On Tuesday it was scary. On Wednesday it was just a problem that had to be solved. I pushed myself out of the car backwards so hard, that I dislodged my cushion and pushed it halfway up the chair seat. A break today, and back to this tomorrow. I can't get into Mariah's honda because the door doesn't open far enough to get the wheelchair next to the car seat. Luckily, my mother's Saturn doesn't have this problem.
I will see the SWAT team nurse today for colostomy bag changing training.
After I've done the weight lifting.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Playing the Insurance Game
The insurance has agreed to extend Chukka's stay in the hospital until next Wednesday, I guess that's the 23rd. In part this is because she now has the left prosthesis, so they can get some time for prosthesis rehab. This gives us a little more time to finish the ramp, and also more time for her right leg to heal. The infection is gone, but there are still two channels in the leg, about 4 inches long, that need to be tended to daily. The channels are healing -- they are getting narrower, but not specifically shorter. Anyway, with those still there, I am happier thinking of her in the hospital for now.
Cleaning the house went well. The rooms upstairs have been cleared for my mother, and things downstairs have been rearranged so Chukka can move about and specifically so there is a clear path in case of fire. (Scott was into fire alarms, too, so there are plenty all around.) Many thanks to all of Chukka's friends who came and helped! Double and triple thanks to Mike, who came all the way down from Sacramento for three days and worked on the ramp. That is not quite finished. It's not a cement thing, which is what I was expecting, but more like a deck or something. All the frame has been built and now it just has to have the top done.
My mother is really a trooper. It's a huge life change for her, almost as big as for Chukka, and I think it can be challenging at times. But it's clear she is going to do whatever it takes to help Chukka make the transition to her new life. Mum has been out at hospital irrigating and dressing those wounds (one thing I could never do), pushing Chukka's wheelchair up curbs, and generally learning how to support and take care of and be there for Chukka. It's a long process, but everyone is doing the best they can, and that really is quite a lot.
Cleaning the house went well. The rooms upstairs have been cleared for my mother, and things downstairs have been rearranged so Chukka can move about and specifically so there is a clear path in case of fire. (Scott was into fire alarms, too, so there are plenty all around.) Many thanks to all of Chukka's friends who came and helped! Double and triple thanks to Mike, who came all the way down from Sacramento for three days and worked on the ramp. That is not quite finished. It's not a cement thing, which is what I was expecting, but more like a deck or something. All the frame has been built and now it just has to have the top done.
My mother is really a trooper. It's a huge life change for her, almost as big as for Chukka, and I think it can be challenging at times. But it's clear she is going to do whatever it takes to help Chukka make the transition to her new life. Mum has been out at hospital irrigating and dressing those wounds (one thing I could never do), pushing Chukka's wheelchair up curbs, and generally learning how to support and take care of and be there for Chukka. It's a long process, but everyone is doing the best they can, and that really is quite a lot.
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