Yesterday was one of the best days that I've had since I fell and broke my right ankle and leg on Thursday Feb 26th. I got another HUGE batch of get well cards from my church friends and my DIS friends. I was actually pain free for almost 8 hours. Sue was home from work all day, so we spent the day getting all the insurance claims paperwork organized and started filling out the myriad of forms. Late in the afternoon, I got a call from the insurance company that administrates my company's worker's compensation claims. That's when things started going downhill. I found out that we had been doing the prescription thing all wrong and that we should have somehow divined the secret words that would have made CVS give me my meds for free. That news came about $800 too late. So now there are more forms to fill out in order to get reimbursed for that. Nobody at work or at the insurance companies involved seems to have a clue how things work. I can't blame them. The rules for injuries at work are as twisted as the income tax code. Maybe worse.
Anyway, my pain meds became less and less effective last night and, by the time Survivor was over, I just wanted Jeff Probst to send the boat for me. I had one of the worst nights so far. I guess that I shouldn't complain too much. I slept until 4AM. Then lay on the couch for 3 hours waiting for someone to wake up so I could have someone to whine to.
Today is the last day that our school system will provide buses for high school students. Starting Monday, Sue will have to drive James to and from high school.
Now for the good news. It's 65 degrees outside today. Sue opened the sliding glass door on my cage (aka family room) so I am sitting here enjoying a cool breeze of fresh air washing over me as I type. The finger that I injured when I fell (using crutches to get to the bathroom) feels better today. I am enjoying a strong cup of coffee. My appetite is back. Sue will be home all day again. And I've survived over a week. On Monday I will see the surgeon and get a cast on my right leg. Maybe that shouldn't be in the good news part since I've had a cast before and I know just how much "fun" they can be. I can still wiggle my toes although I noticed today that one of them is completely numb to the touch. It seems that there may have been some nerve damage either when I fell or during surgery. Dr. Helper warned me in advance that I might experience some loss of sensation in my foot. Again, why is this good news? At least the other 4 toes still work fine.
I may try to sleep less during the day today so that can get a better rest this evening. I have figured out how to get my sorry self from the couch to the bathroom and back without falling. I have three people who love me dearly and who have taken care of every need. I keep telling myself (and hearing from others) that I must be getting better. I just need patience. And better pain meds.
Thanks to you all for your cards, calls, PMs, and most of all your friendship during my recovery. If something happens that I can't get to the computer, rest assured that Sarah or Sue will post something to let you know the situation. Don't fret about my absences. Some days I just don't feel up to typing.