It's hard to describe the end of this week.
A full last few days.
I am going out to PT to regain strength and
full use of my foot/ankle.
It's going well so far.
Today, late afternoon, I was finally able to
de-clutter and change the tablecloth that was up for months,
the lace one that I use normally only for the 40 days of Pascha.
The one that is on now, for the first time,
was one that was in Patrick's house and I love it; it was
one that was not chosen by others at church and it goes
perfectly with the beautiful table runner that my quilting-friend
made for my 40th birthday.
It's a pretty runner, hey? :)
I had a real bummer realization today.
Because I will have the boot for the rest of this month, until early September,
after labour day weekend,
and I am not to walk without it,
there's no way for me, practically speaking, to go swimming in
our local pool at all this summer.
The pool only being open Memorial Day through Labour Day.
Now that made me feel like I really missed
out on pretty much the whole summer.
The one thing I love the most about summer here, poof, gone.
Well. Nothing to do about it but move on, right?
So I hope to be getting a shoe lift as the air cast is a good 1 inch
higher than my shoe.
It makes for really bad walking and I can tell will be even worse
for my over all body alignment, so can't wait to get what I hope
will solve this problem.
One person suggested I just wear a 'platform' shoe on the other
side, but um, one I can't wear heels at any time and
that would me more likely to cause me to fall, again.
Great news is that PT is in part going to help me
avoid falling. So that's good.
I was telling something to Mr Husband about a concern I
have and all of a sudden he got this look on his face,
I was not sure if it was sad or happy, I was having a hard
time reading his expression,
and then I realized it was a
mixture of happy/surprise because my
concern, he realized, was because I care about him
and love him; not that he does not know that I love him
but somehow my articulation touched him.
That was pretty much the best moment of today.
I am super glad that I finally got the coffee table,
dining room table and kitchen counters cleared today.
The mess was depressing me to say the least and I was so
glad to get the table washed and new table cloth on.
Next, since I put away the Pascha cards that were still on our
buffet, and a bunch of egg cups, tomorrow or soon, anyway,
I hope to put away the Pascha icons that I could not
do anything about when Pentecost came, as I was
still pretty much on bed rest as I was 'non-weight bearing' then.
I am so glad to be past that now.
I am starting to have moments where I am standing up
and not aware that I am standing, as in it does not
immediately send shock and pain waves up or even
I still have a way to go; so different than my first break,
where I had no PT.
I am so glad I do, as I can see how stiff my foot and ankle are,
and how glad I am to have this care.
While I am really glad that I was able to do that blitz cleaning,
my foot was quite sore afterwards/by the end.
Thankfully I understand that it is the muscles that hurt
and the actual break rarely hurts itself.
So Cleo is at least 14 years old now, going on 15.
She's an old lady.
She is more picky, sleeps more, does not always hear things like she
used to; but yet in ways she is more able to adapt to things,
like when she is on my chair back, and I am sitting there,
and need to move forward, she actually has learned how
to grip the chair top in a way that she does not fall off!
Whenever I have tea with milk she knows that it is the milk
carton that came out or if there is milk in the creamer.
She's so funny.
I wish she could live forever, but I know that is not the case.
I am going to miss her like crazy when she goes;
she gives me so much joy, just being there.
I just hope she does not have a decline that includes lots of
worsening in behaviour.
I feel more aware of the time flying by and that one day
my delightful Cleo Cat won't be by my side anymore.
Meanwhile, I try to enjoy every minute of having her....
And so ends another week...