Have I mentioned this sucks? Sucks hairy monkey balls. The leg won't stop aching. Sometimes something, maybe the stitches, maybe the screws, feels like it's ripping.
I can't walk with crutches well. I try, but I can't. I've damn near fallen-did last year while on them-so my brain is putting fear where steps should be.
Summer weather has been freakin gorgeous and all I get of it is a breeze through the window and a view of my neighbor's roof.
I'm wallowing, I know it.
I pick up the drawing pad, go at it for a few minutes then stop. Same with reading. Confining someone who can't usually sit still for more than 5 minutes is torture.
My bosses are assholes. Not one communication of "How are you?" Nothing. Shitheads.
One stupid brain fart and I'm fucked.

The first night in the hospital, I was given Morphine in my iV about every two hours. I could feel it go through me, relaxing each part of me until I drifted off to sleep. It wouldn't allow me to stay awake. I didn't notice any side effects, really and was glad they were pretty lenient about my requests.
After surgery, instead of Morphine, I would be given 2 Percosets about every 4 hours. These, too, had me drifting off to a deep slumber, awaking when it began to wear off. Needles to say, I slept a lot those three days.
On Sunday, I was told I should stay one more day, but ...hey, this is me we're talking about....I went home Sunday afternoon, prescription for Percoset in hand.
By Sunday night, I was nauseous, irritable and in pain. The pharmacy closed, the best I could do was take Advil and try to sleep. The nagging feeling in my stomach, the aches in my leg, the miserable situation I found myself in all conspired to keep me restless and depressed.
I...

Want to know what stupidity looks like? I decided to photo journal the leg. Next week I will hopefully photograph the stitches and new cast.

Lying in bed is THE most boring thing in the world. Period.
How many of us wish to ourselves "if I could spend one whole day in bed doing nothing..."
The cast on my leg has metal plates on the sides and one across the bottom of my foot. It is so tight that as soon as I put my foot to the floor, aching takes over.
I have no tv. There's nothing to do, If I read, I fall asleep. Taking a shower was so exhausting, I napped for an hour after.
I live in a two story house with the only bathroom next to my bedroom, so here I sit....
Tonight I'll make my way to the daughter's room to watch This Week in NASCAR.
Good times...

On Friday afternoon, we went out for what was to be my third time learning to ride. I got the bike going pretty good. Since I seemed to be having a hard time making right turns, we decided I should try some light weaving. Did ok there and made it back to where Don was standing by my car. For some stupid reason I did not put the bike into neutral; my hands were holding in the clutch and brake. I inexplicably let go of the clutch, the bike lurched, fell over.....
My left ankle shattered in three places. I had surgery Saturday to put in screws, pins and a plate.
I will be incapacitated for 8 to 10 weeks.
I have never experienced such excrutiating pain-not even labor was that bad.My trip to Bristol is probably cancelled and I can't ride at all until I've healed.

Stupid, stupid.