I missed a nap and I'm cranky!

 This new sleep pattern of:  less than 2 hours, get up, repeat, repeat, then about one hour...has netted at the most, added up, seven hours of interrupted sleep.  That's been getting me by, but this morning, I was in the bathroom, ready to go out for my last little one hour sleep, and Paul and Sunny were up already!  I asked why so early on a Saturday, he said he was awake.  No worries, he made me a good hot cup of coffee.  :)

Yesterday afternoon, Sonja K. was here with baby Kaia, and Char and Cam were here too.  They had tons of schoolwork to catch up on, so we decided to order a pizza and some wings for dinner.  I have been really craving the dirty charred wings they make up at the place in town, they're so good, and they didn't disappoint.  I also had a half slice of pepperoni pizza, mmm.  

Such an exciting life, right?

This fine morning, Paul and I did our exercises together, his a bit more intense than mine.  We're talking about going to Arizona.  We were thinking in February, but it won't be pool season yet there, and I like pool season, to say the least.  Having their beautiful pool right there out back is heavenly.  So we're thinking April.

I have my trip to Norway booked for March, so I have a goal to be walking and moving and back on my feet.  I know it looks like I've made progress, and I have, but it's still so...dismal sometimes.  I sit and elevate, ice my knee, then get up to walk around, and it's extremely stiff and painful, truly one step forward and two back. 

Anyway, Paul and I have plans for our downstair bathroom.  He's going to finish the ceiling, put some bead board on the walls, put in new trim along the floors and ceiling, get a new shower head...I like when he gets on board with getting these things done.  Is there anything more satisfying than a good before and after?  

We have a huge room downstairs that has too much stuff in it.  Shelves with camping gear and painting equipment and tools, a large chest freezer, then stacks of bins of decorations, and toys.  Lots of toys.  There's an Emmaljunga pram, a double Emmaljunga stroller, a high chair (for some reason, my kids don't seem to put their kids in those very often...so I might just get rid of it)(I do have a booster seat with a tray, and another booster seat).  There are dollhouses and road tracks and and and.

My plan is to downsize the decorations into few enough bins that they can go in the upstairs guest room closet.  Then downsize the toys, keeping mostly dollhouse and some Little Tikes stuff, and putting that in the downstairs guest room closet.  Then, massively getting rid of everything else.  We have another bedroom down there which has an extra refrigerator and shelves in it for supplies we used for renovating rental houses, we can put the camping things and tools we want to keep in there.  The chest freezer will probably have to stay, but I really picture a big empty room for the grandkids to play in.

In that big empty room, I'd like new flooring.  I'd like some built-ins at the end of the room, with a nice fake fireplace in the middle.  A couch, maybe a game system, a few chairs, nothing else.  

Our family isn't getting any smaller, so a secondary gathering place/play space is almost a necessity.

It just takes a lot of time and effort, and some amount of money, although we do the work ourselves so it isn't that expensive, says the woman who has all the ideas. :)

Grow where you're planted, that's what I say.  We aren't moving anywhere, so we may as well make the absolute best of what we do have, which is a huge rectangle of a house, with eight bedrooms.  

Cheryl commented about having the crooked picture on the wall, oh my goodness!  Story of my LIFE right now!  I see the things no one else sees, and I don't want to nag.  I am a vacuum-every-day girl, Paul vacuums every two days or so, but he also mops all the time, so the floors are nice and clean.  I can't complain, but things still rankle ha.  

Ah well, I've been sitting long enough, have to get up and stretch, the leg gets so tight and painful...you all have a good day.  I know I will.  Sonja and Kaia are coming over, and Kathryn with Achilles, Rhys, Jamie, and Ellis...Kathryn is bringing dinner...all the fixings for grilled chicken street tacos...:)

the Friday before Pie Day...

 The holiday season looks different to me this year.  I won't be making a few dozen pies.  I plan to help with the pie doughs, and I think I can sit at the table and peel some apples.  Wednesday is Pie Making Day, and since the girls will be here to do the leg work, I can help.

We've split up the pie making responsibilities, and different kids are bringing apple, pumpkin, cherry, lemon meringue, chocolate, chocolate peanut butter, pecan.  

We're thinking to get our Christmas tree next Friday, the day after Thanksgiving.  That means I'll have to move my chair from the Christmas Tree spot, along with all the junk I've accumulated during this strange recovery period.  

Yesterday, I went to the ortho appointment and had the staples taken out.  If you're squeamish, scroll on by:  

Looking good with the steri-strips!  I can shower freely, these will fall off within a week or so.

The staples, looking a little Frankenstein-ish.  Pretty barbaric.  I did send this pic to the grandkids:). 

Each staple stung a little bit upon removal, but nothing too terrible.  I didn't look, and kept up a steady stream of conversation to distract myself.  The surgeon came in, said it looked really good, my X-rays looked really good, asked me to lift my leg, then to bend it, said I was doing great for two weeks out, and bye, I'll see you in six weeks.  WAIT, I have a few questions...I asked about the terrible knee pain with the leg lifts, he said to do less at a time and not push through that much pain.  (We tried that today at PT and it worked).  He also said it wasn't necessary to have 10 out of 10 pain at PT, but also if I baby the knee, it won't get better.  Then he as off to the next patient.  

Since there is never a dull moment, I will say this:  this particular surgeon comes with tons of experience and highly recommended, yet he is accused by the head of anesthesia of leaving the OR near the end of a surgery, and having the PA finish up, to go check on another patient.  The anesthesiologist complained about this, and was fired.  Several other anesthesiologists quit in solidarity.  So politics, big boys fighting, not sure what it's all about...who is right, who is wrong, does it mean he's a bad surgeon?  His bedside manner is not the best, but I trusted him to do the surgery.  So far it's been okay, for me, but jeepers.  I did know about these allegations before my surgery.  

I was afraid I would slip and say to him, "Please don't walk out during my surgery.", then he'd be mad at me and do a sloppy job.

But, I didn't slip.  

Anyway.  Today at PT, my bend was 100, with lots of pushing and cajoling.  I rode on the bike again, and was able to pedal around forwards, the first few times hurt like the devil.  My hanging leg lifts were with 3 pound weights, then I did the leg press again.  

It doesn't seem like progress because we came home, and I walked with my walker down the sidewalk towards the front porch, a-limping and a-hurtin.  I made it up the steps, Paul made me a coffee, got me some ice, and here I sit.  I'll get up in a little while and walk around and do some stretches, and it'll hurt.  It just hurts.  But.  I have made so much progress.  Today, we'll celebrate that, and stop being like Eyore.

Two weeks ago today, my flexion was 65, today it was 100.

Two weeks ago today, I couldn't lift my leg even one inch by myself, I had to use that strap.  Now I can lift it all the way up.

Two weeks ago today, I could barely get in or out of the car.  Now it's challenging, but I can do it.

Two weeks ago today, the first time I went down the stairs, I was feeling like I was going to faint, now I can do it, not easily, but it's not so daunting.

Two weeks ago today, I couldn't even lie flat on my back on the couch, it hurt my leg just to stretch it out.  Now I can sleep there for almost two hours at a time.

So.  Here I am.   I have a long way to go.  My knee is very wobbly, needs to be strengthened, and the only way for that to happen is the rough PT sessions, and doing my exercises here.  I have things I want to do, things I see and cannot fix, places I want to go to.  I had to ask Paul to put in a load of my laundry today, as I cannot get in there to the washing machine.  He did it, and very nicely, but I'm ready to do things myself.  

Christmas is looking different this year.  I usually buy gifts for all the kids, the spouses, the grandkids.  I am simply not doing it this year.  It's a lot of work, not just to buy the stuff, but to find a place to put the bags, then wrap it all.  I love love love giving gifts, so this is hard for me, but.  I just can't this year.  (Plus, I buy things for the kids all year round).

Instead, Evelyn and Nate have a plan to give each of the grandkids a small prize bucket thing, and do lots of fun games with them on Christmas Eve.  We donated some money toward this.  The older kids will be fine with not getting gifts, and the parents are glad the grandkids aren't getting more "junk".  

The girls who live here will get some gifts of course!  I'd love to figure out how to surprise Paul with something nice.  I do battle guilt at the hunting season he gave up, to take care of me.  He still works full time and has so much going on at work, yet he's been able to bring me to all of my appointments.  He has done all this so very nicely too.  

Now, since we are all different, I would do things differently, but I'm working on letting things go and not being picky.   Being thankful is so much better.  It's hard when you're use to being the kitchen boss, the laundry boss...oh well.  It's good for me.  Have a good day...Sonja's here!

being an old grandma...

 This will be a rambler.  Yesterday, Grace was coming over with Grant, Ruth and Maeve.  Miss Char and Miss Cam have been staying at Margaret and Adrian's for a bit, with Wulf, Tennyson, and Blythe so Marge and Adrian could take a little breather down in Key West.  Char and Cam were bringing the kids over for a visit here.  Then Kathryn came for a visit with Achilles, Rhys, Jamison, and baby Ellis.  Now, Wulf and Grant are the oldest of these kids, being seven years old.  The other eight of them are five and under.  That's two 7 year olds, two 5 year olds, two 4 year olds, three 2 year olds, and baby Ellis.  (And Grace is due for baby girl in four weeks!). (This isn't all the grandchildren, Ben and Ashley have 3, Molly and Josh have 3, and Sonja and Oscar have baby Kaia).

So they all came tumbling in the door, and the fun began.  Wulf went straight for the hoverboard, he's only allowed to use it in the kitchen at this time, because I don't want to be crashed in to.  Tenny didn't like that Wulf went straight for the hoverboard, and Achilles, who got here first and was counting the minutes until his cousins arrived, didn't like that they were sqabbling about the hoverboard, and not playing whatever game he had in his head that they were all going to play.  Ruth and Rhys got right into some playing, with some begging for treats mixed in.  Jamie slugged Blythe for no apparent reason, which Wulf didn't like one little bit, he might be a crazy kid, but he's gentle with his baby sister.  So just kids being kids.  They were actually pretty good, as they didn't want to bump me, I think all their parents told them beforehand not to run around near Grandma's Chair.  :).  

Camille made a whole pan of fries and a pan of chicken strips, so they had a simple dinner, and they seemed to like it.  One child thought he'd be funny and was dancing in the table, but he listened and got down and sat nicely.  They were happy and funny and loud.  

I didn't do anything but talk to them, listen to them, and enjoy them.  :)

They liked my Christmas decorations, and left a few toys scattered around, but their mamas and the girls cleaned most of it up.  (I cannot clean up yet.  I can carry like one coffee mug with me to put in the sink, and I can stand there and wash it, but...). I have also leaned over and picked things up, but it's a snail's pace, and I don't want to fall.  

Old Kitty and I, this fine morning.  She has been my little purring friend.  My nights are a series of naps, she likes to jump up and snuggle as close as she can get, and she seriously purrs.  She is half on my keyboard right now. 

Last night:  on the couch at ten, flat on my back...10:30, still awake...come ON, fall asleep!  It must have happened, because I opened my eyes, and midnight!  I was so stiff and uncomfortable, I got up, used the bathroom, bent the knee, switched out the ice, then tried again, on the couch. La de dah, I drifted off after forever,  I woke up again and it was three.  Up again, bathroom, switched the ice, stretched and bent the knee, then to the recliner...it was now 3:30.  I scrolled through my phone for a bit, had a drink, took two tylenol, then woke up and it was 6:30, so another three hours.  Okay, morning!  I got up, cleaned up and brushed my teeth, and did my exercises, I was so stiff from sleeping almost three hours!  

Paul got me a coffee, and after I iced and elevated, I sat here and relaxed.  He went to get the new tires installed on my car YAY, and I got up and used the little peddler, filled my water bottle, switched the ice, and here I am...it's time to get up again, and take a shower, because today is the dreaded PT.

Sonja might come visit later.  It's hard not having Char and Cam here.  Paul is great, but he also works full time, albeit from his office right down the hall.  One of the reasons I go out and about so often is that I don't like hearing all of his phone calls, I am a Get-Involver.  It's not even remotely my concern that Pam needs to itemize the sequences or if returns get pushed to level three or if India is coming onboard or whatever.  But when it's the only noise you hear, well.  So usually I keep busy and leave the house really often, and let him do his work.  

He will totally come help me when I need it, and thankfully this week I've gotten a bit more independent.  I can do all of my exercises by myself, get the ice out before I start, he just has to help me bring the big bolster thing over to prop my leg after for icing/elevating.  I can get it down by myself after, and carry the bolster back to where I sit and prop my leg.  He brings me my morning coffee, and when he's between calls and actively doing work, he asks if I need anything.  He helps me with showering, which is a whole 'nother comedy show.  (I shower myself, he just is there when I sit back onto the shower chair, it's over the ledge, and hard to get onto, then helps me back up after....)

I had a dream the other night that I was walking normally without the walker, and it felt fantastic.  So there is a goal here!

I talked on the phone with my sister last evening, after I finished up my exercises and I was lying on the couch icing/elevating.  I mentioned the alternate reality we seem to be living in...we are 60 and 70 years old, and both of us having trouble getting around, making it to the bathroom is a major adventure.  How is this us?  Why, just last week we were nursing babies while changing diapers while making peanut butter and jellies!  We were hatching plans to bring all of our kids on great adventures, at least to the mall once a week!  Oh time flies and one minute you're too young to be taken seriously, the next you're too old to be taken seriously.  :)

Ah well.  I won't publish this now, because what fun would it be without the physical therapy session update?  Just a hint:  the last session was a DOOZY.  They seem to think it's only a success if they push push push....oh that pop when my knee went around on the cycle...yay, they said, scar tissue!  Oh it hurt.  And shh, don't Drama Queen me!  :)

I'm baaack!  One more PT session finished!  My bend was:  97!  I would have liked more, but was glad we're moving in the right direction.  Slow and steady, right? I did my leg lifts and heel slides and thigh presses.  I got on the bike again, and pedaled back and forth, got my foot to the top of the pedal, then went back down the other way...then dang it, mind over matter, I pushed the foot around, it hurt.  ouchie-wah wah.  But, I did it again and again, for five minutes, which seems like the longest five minutes ever.  Shh, it did hurt less after a few cycles.

There was a new torture this week:  the leg press.  I had to climb onto it, which was hard...it was not comfy at all.  But, I was able to do it, only two sets of ten, as it's new and they don't want to scare me away.  I had to sit with my foot on a stool so the knee hung down, trying to get it more straight, that's another doozy.

But.  After ice and elevation, walking out of there I felt a bit more limber, and a bit more hopeful.  We stopped at a little store for some things for the Instant Pot beef stew Paul is making for dinner.  He also got some chicken to put in some marinade for tomorrow.  (He broke his own No More Chicken rule, as we had so much in the freezer, but he said it looked good, and we've been eating so much of the freezer meat lately.)

The little things in life, I'm having my much anticipated second cup of coffee.   Sort of a reward for PT, ha.  It's really yummy, if a little late in the day.  

Ah well.  It's been quite a day.  It's pitch dark out already at 5:30, but it's cozy in here.  The girls will be back home tomorrow.  But shh, it's been almost like when we go camping, just Paul and I here.  :). Except for I can't really walk, ha.  

Have a good evening.  :)

Then two pound weights and three sets of 10 hanging leg lifts, 

Well, it was some night!

 This is not meant to be a bashy post, it's meant to illustrate how difficult it is to go from running things around here to...not running things around here.  

Last evening, Paul made me another excellent dinner.  He roasted chicken breasts in the oven, all crunchy coated with some Nashville seasonings.  He roasted acorn squash, and made me a big salad, a really good one.  It was delicious.  

Not too long later, my stomach really hurt, and that's all I'm going to say about what went on all night long for me.  It happened to him too, to a lesser extent.  So.  Before he made the chicken, I asked him how long it was in the fridge for, he said it was fine.  He smelled it, it was fine.  (you may remember that he hasn't had such a good sense of smell since he had Covid).  Anyway.  The girls went to the store last Monday, bought chicken, used some, and put the rest in a baggie in the refrigerator.  MONDAY.  So last evening, Sunday.  That is SIX days, way too long!  (If you buy a package and don't open it, it lasts longer...)(I didn't know these details until I asked Miss Cam today)

Anyway.  I am not pointing fingers, it's just that I keep better track of these things, and would have found out exactly how long that chicken was in there before I made it.  

This sounds really whiny, and I don't mean it to be.  I'm fine now, but no way, no how am I eating that chicken again.  (He's making tacos tonight:))

Anyway.   This fine morning, I puttered around a little bit, putting Christmas stuff where it looks nice, and keeping busy...you know, I had a shower, washed my hair, got dressed...walked to the bathroom a few times, did my exercises, pedaled the little peddle thing.  Then, it was time for the dreaded Physical Therapy appointment.  Oh, I hate going.  I know it's going to hurt.  And I'm always right.

The good parts:  I can swing my leg up onto the table now without using any strap.  I did the 30 leg lifts, although they did hurt.  I did 40 heel slides, then some other exercises.  Then, the measurement:  91.  Same as Friday.  That was disappointing.  Then into the gym, and onto the bike.  They had me go backwards, and I could almost make it around.  The two therapists were cheering and pushing, and dang, I made it around, backwards....then without thinking, I went around forwards, which is more difficult!  I will say, it really really hurt.  I couldn't do it again.  

Then on to the weighted leg lifts, 30 reps with two pounds of weight...then back in to do leg hangs...foot up on a bench, so the knee hangs down unsupported, to straighten the leg.  That one hurts a bit.  Stretching again, and another measurement...87...then 91 again.  ugh.  I know it's not all about the numbers, but we want to see STARK RAVING PROGRESS!  We work hard, we want results!

Instead, I hobbled out out of there pretty dang sore.

Paul stopped at the DG and got me a salted caramel chocolate bar, and some diet root beer, along with black olives and corn tortillas for dinner.  We'll behave and have a few squares of chocolate after we eat.  :)

Aunt Char with Blythe...her mama and daddy went away for a few days, so Char and Cam are being excellent Aunties, total blessings, and holding down the fort and watching the three children.

They visited here for a bit yesterday, Wulf and Tenny...with Grandpa and some cartoons.

Our friend Janette and Mariel, they went to NYC to see the Packers win!

Sunny....Wulf waiting while Grandpa helped Tenny on the hoverboard.

Seriously though, I have no complaints.  Paul has been amazing.  We've been having lots of fun, actually.  Dinner is now served, he is spoiling me...so please, don't misunderstand my opening paragraphs, I am not blaming him AT ALL, it's just ....well, life.  Kind of funny....now, ha.  

You all have a good evening!

just checking in!

 If that title sounds cheery, be not fooled.  I am not cheerful, ha.  This verse keeps coming to me though:  A merry heart is good medicine; but a broken spirit drieth the bones. (Proverbs 17:22)

And Proverbs 18:4, The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity, but a broken spirit who can bear?

It's all in the attitude, and mine is being re-adjusted continuously.  

Allow me to vent.  

I've been doing above and beyond.  I do not sit endlessly in my chair, I get up at least every hour, usually 45 minutes or so, walk around, bend, stretch.  I do my exercises religiously, even though they kill.  The straight raised leg lifts just do me in.  Afterward, I feel more limber, but super sore, then after a bit, really stiff again.  Then I walk around and the new knee buckles and clicks and protests.  I sit down, elevate and ice it, and it throbs.  There is very little rest time in between where I say, Oh, this isn't bad.

The newest thing is numbness in my foot.  I stretched my leg, and hmmm.  Great.  

It feels tight and huge and when I walk around and do things, my hips ache and I get really tired. 

But.  I think I'm getting a tiny bit better each day, it's just so slow.  

Paul has been amazing.  The girls haven't been here, so he's been doing everything for me.  He should be out there hunting, but he has been so good about missing out.  He made me eggs and bacon for dinner, and an Ezekial cinnamon raisin bagel.  He brought me coffee twice, and some egg bites this morning that Sonja had made for me, all heated up with salt and pepper.  He dragged out the ornament/decoration bins today, and took out what I still want to put out, put up.  He put lights on one of our little Christmas trees, and helped me put lights on the Olaf I painted a few years ago.  He hung the garland with lights up around the kitchen sink window. He helps me get started on the leg lifts when I do my exercises, and he got a chair set up in front of the little cycler, which I used twice today. 

So I really have no complaints.  But I wonder if it's always going to hurt this bad.  I wonder if I should be doing more, or not so much.  I wish I hadn't seen the older lady at PT the other day, four weeks out, walking like a champ with no walker or cane, cycling like she was a teenager.  Will I really make that much progress in the next two weeks?  

Of course I hope so.  But it does no good whatsoever to worry about it all.  Although, am I allowed to wonder?, ha.  

I am not in the depths of despair.  I'm not.  But I haven't seen that light at the end of the tunnel yet either.  

It's rainy and windy here in central NY state.  I am not used to staying home this much, but I don't mind it as much as I thought I would.  It's cozy, and it's nice.  Every time I get up, I arrange a few little trees or sparkly deer, it's coming together.  

Anyway, this is not fun, and I am not zipping through with flying colors.  

Blessed are the merciful, for they shall attain mercy.  (Matt 5:7).  We need to suffer in trials in order to be merciful.  We cannot expect to sail through life with no troubles, then feel compassion for others.  We need to learn not to complain, and to be thankful.  We know that thankfulness is a powerful force, it drives out anxiety and worry.  So this is a good fight.:).   

You all have a good evening...:)

friday's outlook on life...

 But first, let's take a little look at Thursday!  Kathryn came in the door with the kids, and Achilles had a box of Built Bars behind his back, presented them to me so happily!  It was awesome.  He's a cutie.

Jamison, Ellis, Rhys Harper

Ellis loves his baby cousin Kaia!

They got out the Christmas stuff...the kids thought it was great fun.  Jamie was obsessed with the little red mug, so he had water in it.  He thought it was the coolest thing.

I got some baby Kaia time.  

Grandpa with the Looney Tunes! (Achilles and James)

So yeah, they got out the Christmas stuff, but Cam was making pizzas for dinner, and had to leave for band practice, Char was setting things up but didn't seem to have her heart in it, she did fine, but had so much school stuff to do.  Sonja was trying too, but Kaia likes mama, and Ellis likes Kathryn too.  I told them to just put the stuff back in the bins and put it in the guest room and we would get it out another day.  Char did wash a huge load of blankets, and put the Christmas throw pillows in the dryer with a fabric softener sheet, just to get the dust out.  They put away the fall stuff, including the orange lights, and put some warm white ones there instead.  It's kind of halfway done, but I don't mind.  I puttered around and straightened some of it, I can work on it little by little.

So, today's PT was dreaded, as usual.  I have not been sleeping well at all, but I really forced myself to be optimistic.  When I did my leg raises here yesterday, I did them quite well, so I tried to focus on making progress.

Charlotte Claire braided my hair for me!

Upon walking into PT, I was directed right to the gym.  Crap.  :). I got to lie down on a low table so the therapist could push my knee back as far as he could, and hold it there, over and over again.  It's not the worst pain in the world, but it's not fun.  He had me do the other exercises, then the leg raises...I can do them mostly by myself now!  Then, onto the bike...climbing onto it was an adventure in itself.  I can't pedal all the way around yet, but I did as far as I could go, then went the other way.  Then to the leg lifts with a two pound weight, then the extreme bending...I got to 91! ..then phew, we were ready to ice and elevate.   

So I am making progress, little by little.  The knee itself is wobbly, it gives out and it clicks, but it'll get better.  I just try to get up every hour and move and stretch, and do the exercises here at home, and keep fighting the mental battles.  Having the kids over yesterday was a very nice distraction, very fun.  It's hard because I cannot do anything for anyone.  Paul made meatballs in the crockpot, and Cam put in a cauliflower crust pizza for me, so dinner was really nice.  

This fine day, Sonja picked Camille up, and off they went to Costco.  I requested a rotisserie chicken, because five dollars, a bag of whole bean Starbucks coffee, heavy cream, Built Bars, and a hot dog and Diet coke from the concession stand.  I don't eat the bun, so it's not terrible for me, and it's so good.  :)

 Terri, I went back and read your blog posts, and I'm sending you a big hug, and yay for your good friends and neighbors.  You essentially went through the stress and trauma of Joe being so sick, and having this surgery to recover from.   My goodness.  

My son Joseph came to visit me yesterday too.  He's a very special kid...kid, ha he was born in 1991, he's 34!  He is married to Bethany, and lives five miles away in a nice little house in town.  It's always so nice to see him.  

Anyway, not too much going on.  It's almost time to heave myself up to walk around a little bit, do some stretching and tightening....have a good day, everyone!

not disappointed at all!

 The new loveseat is quite fine.  It's "fast" furniture, came in a box, wouldn't last through kids jumping on it, but it's lovely, for eighty dollars.  

This is the stock picture from Kohl's.  It's just as nice in real life.  Thing is, it's supposed to replace this:

See how messy it looks?  Old Kitty likes it.  This is still in it's spot, one of these days...in the meantime, the new little couch fits in near my chair, and looks kind of nice on that wall.  So will we get something different for where The Red Couch is?  who knows.  

In other wonderful and exciting news, we booked a campsite for a weekend in August, in the Adirondacks!  Lots of the family are booking sites, we're right near Evelyn and Nate, they got a water site.  Summer seems like a distant memory already, especially today.  It's raining on the metal roof, and it's dark in here.  So grabbing a piece of summer, reserving time away, yay!

Last night was another rough night.  My knee just hurt, especially when fully extended.  I tried to sleep in the guest room, it's a super comfy bed, but nope.  I couldn't fool, pester, or cajole myself into falling to sleep.  At one o'clock, I got up, which...again, sounds easy, but HA.  I did it though, I walker-ed out here, got one Tramadol, a big drink of water, switched out my ice, used the bathroom, and headed back to bed.  Well.  Same thing, even with the pain pill.  It just ached and hurt, down the back, up the front, in the middle, it all took turns.  I finally got up and came out here, switched the ice, used the bathroom, ect.  I think I slept for two hours in my chair, woke up at 6:15,...switched the ice, used the bathroom...at 7:15, Paul was up and Sunny's feet were tap tapping across the floors.  I fell back to sleep until 7:45, woke up again, and gave up.  

So tired doesn't begin to describe it.  I called the ortho office and got a refill of the Tramadol, I think I need them at night, as well as before PT, for a while still.  I was cranky and sore and discouraged this morning, truth be told.  But.  I decided to NOT wallow.  I had my coffee, then did my exercises, didn't push really hard, just went through them, challenged myself a little but not to the point of horrible pain, like in outpatient PT.  Then, iced and elevated, then walked around, then back to my chair with fresh ice.  

Outpatient PT is not fun for me.  Life is filled with things we would rather not do, so I'm trying not to hate it too much.  

Charlotte Claire brought Miss Cam to her dentist appointment this fine morning (no cavities!), then they stopped at Aldi.  They got some pizza dough, and I have a cauliflower pizza in the freezer.  Sonja is coming over with her pizza dough, and Kathryn is coming later and bring some more.  We will have a pizza making night!  I will give constructive criticism.  

I like when they come over, it definitely helps distract from my aches and woes.   :)

It seems it is time to get up and get moving again....bye for now!

Little Miss Sunshine...her face!