good news and blah, blah, blah

First the Updates:
#I have met the surgeon for my colostomy "take down." (Gosh, it sounds so warlike.) I've taken some of the necessary tests in prep-the blood test, and the ct scan with barium and iodine in my system. Apparently, my colostomy is "unremarkable." On Monday, the barium enema.
#I got a shrinker sock for Puffball on Wednesday. It's rubbing a sore spot, so here's hoping for a thigh callous in the next few days.
#Called yesterday by the wheelchair vendor, my chair has been ordered. Hope for delivery in a couple of weeks.

Now the mood:
Still low. Feeling the limitations again. Taking BART scares me, so many hazards, scarey elevators and the gap between train and platform is perfect for snagging castors--not to mention a subtle reminder of the accident. I'm probably not keeping busy enough, logistics get overwhelming sometimes.

Lonely

Not quite stir crazy, just bored and lonely. I don't start out patient physical therapy until the 17th--that will be 3 weeks without supervision of exercise program. It's something of a struggle to do that daily. I am going on walks at least.
It's hot--really hot. I don't want to stress myself, especially with the new med that puts me at higher risk for dehydration and heat exhaustion. I never did do well in heat.
Part of my problem here is that I didn't take my Celexa last night. I've taken tonight's so I'll be okay tomorrow, at least as far at taht part of the problem is concerned.
I'm sleeping a lot, and that concerns me--it always does. Am I falling into depression? Should I be doing something different? Is this a problem? Am I too passive?
And my phantom limbs seem very activated tonight.

Puffball and Champ

I have two legs, two quite different legs. Puffball is the shorter. She was greatly torn up by the train and was the one that took all the skin grafts. She's also been the site of the tunnelling wounds. She's not as strong. They used to wrap her up in a bunch of gauze and then put a sort of mesh "hat" on her in tge hospital which made her look like a round puffball mushroom to me. Hence her name. Well, that and the fact that she was so ugly to me that I needed to make her appealing in some way.
Champ sometimes feels like the sister to the prodigal leg. Puffball gets fussed over and cheered on; Champ just steadily goes on. She's been wearing a shrinker sock for 5 or 6 weeks, and is on a temporary prothesis. She will graduate to a vacuum socket--Puffball will never get there because teh skin is so thin. Champ is a nice clean amputation, nowhere near as ugly or shocking as her sister. Although she donated some skin to her sister, so there's been some angry red.
The Donations are done by a sort of cheese slice tool that takes a very thin layer off the donor site and puts in on the recipiant site. It's kinda of gross and scary to think about, but it's also amazing. Last I remember hearing about grafts is the bad old days when they took it off your back or buttocks and took the entire skin. this is obviously an improvement.