PROGRESS My affair with Ben & Jerry continues unabated as the substitute shopper picked up another pint. I have been rewarding myself after a particularly difficult PT session with a couple of spoonful's of the decadent dessert. Still 10 lbs down from pre-surgery though. In my right mind I would never have bought the second pint. Thank goodness the OH is looking out for me or worried about my appetite loss. Still long nights but also a couple of firsts. First trip to Meijer for boosters and long walk to the other end of the store to pick up more fruit. Washed dishes a couple of times and am back to laundry duty. Substitute was using too much detergent and using the wrong cycle even with detailed instructions, God love him. Besides it's mostly my unmentionables which just became mentionable. Actually, cleaned bathrooms (somewhat) and ran the vacuum. Followed by a long rest of course.
The cane has been retired though I did use it in the rainy parking lot. Funny story on the cane however. I stuck it into the shopping cart and then almost impaled a lady trying to get past me in the aisle. I said sorry I was a new user still working out the quirks. She was immediately sympathetic. Whew lawsuit averted. Do you know that once the therapist notices you are handling an exercise well they up the punishment? I asked my person if she ever gets cussed at. She said yes, but they always apologize lol. They watch your face as they apply the torture to gauge how far they can go. Not a time to be a hero, but you all know how stubborn I am, hence the need for my ice cream fix upon returning home. Hoping to get back to driving this week however so they are helping me get back my independence. They always tell me what a "good doggie" I am when we finish so that helps too.
WARNING, TURNING DARK Such an odd feeling to be temporarily disabled. It makes one more emotional when watching the news. Empathizing with the horrible tragedies unfolding and the people affected even more acutely. Feeling helpless to change anything and filled with anger over the injustices suffered by innocent people whose only sins are to be born in the wrong place and caught by the justified cruelty in the name of religion. Then in the US watching the crazies act out with a hell of lot less justification besides ego and power (House of Reps). Also when your co-conspirators plead guilty and agree to testify against you it is time for the MAGA's to fold up their tents. Instead they double down, call in death threats, commit murder-insanity. The world is on the edge of absolute chaos and we're playing games instead of finding solutions together.
CHANGE OF PACE Next interview being set up with some folks from MSU. You know that institution that had what one might call a bad evening last night. No coach, several stars abandoning the team and entering the transfer portal, no offense/defense and no QB kind of hobbles one's efforts. This of course on the heels of Harbaugh's latest scandal for which no doubt he will give himself 3 whacks with a hockey stick on his derriere in the name of corporal punishment. When you resort to sketchy tactics it rather explains why you can beat up the league then embarrass yourself on the national stage. The entry of the West Coast teams next year should prove interesting.
Two pre-interviews I have planned this week have turned into ZOOM meetings. As I normally conduct the pre on the phone I may now have to don make-up and coif the hair so as not to scare my potentials with my ghostlike pallor. Perfect for Halloween though. Tentatively planning our usual trip to the Lake to hand out treats and booze to the neighborhood. We get zilch in Lansing so we have been celebrating my favorite holiday where the little people actually roam.
NOW THAT'S FUNNY Funny thing happened at PT. You are all soldiers fighting your individual battles there but you do talk. When my therapist had me go back and forth across the room - march/knees high; walk like you're crossing puddles; then the killer - heel on one foot against toe of other. I told her I couldn't do that for the cops so I'm pretty sure you're out of luck. Brought down the house.
Another good news item. Billboard Chart published the top 500 Best Pop songs, and my baby sister's fave was No. 2 Dancing Queen. She always believed that was written for her as she was "just seventeen" at the time. That made her "so very happy". In the icing portion of my PT visit I was softly singing a Blood Sweat & Tears classic (for some reason I have been getting music bugs in my head when in pain) and my therapist was clueless. Though she did volunteer her Grandma liked Ricky (Frankie) Valli...sigh. Just when you think you're relevant. Peace Out 💚 💙💛
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