My Left Foot Part 2

Well, I've learned that apparently I was much more affected by the valium I took prior to surgery than I realized. I've heard from several people that I talked to in the hours following my return home - and I remember NONE of the conversations. The best one is that I apparently told Son #1 that the cleaning people weren't doing a good job so I had fired them. I had cleaning people? News to me!!! Son realized that I was very out of it, asked me a bunch of questions and finally said Mom, go to bed - and I said ok and hung up! And I remember NONE of this.

VERY funny!

My Left Foot

No, I'm not talking about the movie starring Daniel Day-Lewis - though it was a good one. I've FINALLY had the surgery on my left foot and am on the mend. It all went without a hitch, I am glad to report. I had four Valium prior to surgery, and MAN, I was pretty stoned most of the night. I talked to my daughter and one son on the phone sometime early evening, then a friend called me around 9 and I had been asleep on the couch, and promptly went back to sleep, woke up around 4 and crawled into bed. Getting to the bathroom fast enough has been a challenge so I've had to change my pants a couple times (OK I guess that's probably too much information, sorry). I feel some soreness in the are where the procedure took place, but that's to be expected. I have Vicadin to take but don't plan to take it unless I absolutely have to, as it makes my mind wonky.





Here's a cool thing. When I had my right foot done 3 years ago, I had problems getting a "boot" to fit. By shoe size, I should be in a medium but my legs are so heavy that I wound up in a large AND they had to order in an extension for the fabric part of the boot. I was told to bring the same boot to use this time, which was fine with me, and they slid me into it as-is. Well, now that I'm home and not nearly as groggy, I can see that there's just too much fabric. So I've taken the thing apart, removed the extension, and I think it's going to be just fine. WOO HOO! I these those 30 pounds I've lost made that much difference. That really inspires me to get moving on the diet once again - and the exercise part as soon as I am able to.

Oh and furniture shopping...... well, its just going to have to wait for a while until I can actually walk around the stores again.

Furniture Shopping!

Since I've gotten some money back from income taxes this year (thanks to being a homeowner and paying all that mortgage interest!), I'm hunting for new living room furniture. You wouldn't think this would be difficult but..... I'm not accustomed to spending that kind of money so I am being very cautious. But I have to say, so far I'm not having any luck - and not having much fun either.

How hard is it to find a comfortable couch, chair and ottoman that is "me"? Obviously more difficult than I ever thought. Of course, this is all complicated by my painfl foot, so walking around stores is something I can't do for long periods of time. But maybe that's a good thing because I start getting confused as to what I want after a short period anyway.

I've been in stores where the clerks TOTALLY ignored me - what is that all about! I got locked in a store that closed because none of the sales staff had noticed me so didn't realize I was still in there - and they didn't announce it was closing time so how would I know! Fortunately I made my presence known and they quickly let me leave. I had visions of me calling 911 and trying to explain - "but officer, I was just looking for a couch!"

The most horrific experience was in a very small store on Sunday afternoon. There was an older man working, and one additional customer - a young mother with a 3-year-old-ish child who was running around the store, bouncing on every piece of furniture, operating a toy gun at the same time with "click click click" continuously. After about 2 minutes, I wanted to harm the kid - and was on the verge of saying something to the mother (who was blissfully ignoring her offspring). When the salesman came to offer me assistance at the other side of the store, I told him that I was fighting the urge to go beat the tar out of that child, and he smiled and told me how much he wished he could do it too. I told him I would come back another day and left - it was THAT horrible. What is wrong with some of these young mothers today who choose not to discipline their children? I don't get it - what are they thinking? I know that I was probably overly strict with my kids when they were young - my ex called me "Hitler" - but I think it was a good thing. They learned to behave in public, and they will be the same kind of parent - intolerant of bratty behavior. And for that I am proud.

Anyway, my quest for the perfect couch and chair will continue. I've transferred my refund money into my savings account so that I don't "accidentally" spend it on something else, and will take my time to find just what I want. I'm going to have to live with my choice for a long time, literally, and I want to make sure I make the right decision. It might not happen until after my foot surgery, which is what I was trying to avoid, but, oh well.

Anyone have any magical words of wisdom for me?