Ice cream truck tracker
Yup, you read that right, my 8 and 5 year old figured out how to use the almighty power of Google to find the ice cream man. Summer has got to be the best season ever.
I'm four days into recovery, and they've been a tough four days. I've cried a lot, been in a lot of pain, taken a lot of pain killers, and slept even more. This recovery has been so, so much harder then I ever could have anticipated. Originally Mark was scheduled to go back to work tomorrow, but seeing as I still need help lifting my legs onto the couch I think it's safe to say that he's going to need to stay home a few more days.
I think that one of the toughest things for me about this is just how weak my leg is. I don't know if it's the severity of the torn labrum, or the released tendon, but I have almost no strength in that leg. Which is making me genuinely dependent on other people for everything.
Oh Mark, bless his soul, has become like the cleanliness police. So the other day he decides that it's mandatory that I take a shower. At that point my list of priorities looked like this: Valium, Norco, sleep. So this shower business was crazy. First, he has to get me undressed, which resulted in me almost falling no less than 3 times, because my right leg is currently 100% non weight bearing and I'm reliant on my crutches to keep me upright. So, I'm now de-clothed, and standing outside of the shower staring at it, trying to figure out just how in the hell I'm going to get in. And then Mark decides to just pick me up and put me in. I just want to point out that my husband is a bald man, and my hair goes halfway down my back, so washing hair isn't exactly his forte. His attempt at washing this mop was like gently stroking a tiger, afraid that at any moment something might jump out and bite him, so to be as gentle possible. I'm not even sure the shampoo made it to my scalp. At this point I completely ran out of energy and we had to reverse the getting in the shower process, this time with putting clean clothes on. After this entire experience, which may have taken a grand total of 7 whole minutes, I had no choice but to take a two hour nap. Tomorrow he says that I have to take another shower.
This has definitely been one of those 'it takes a village' situations. My parents took my kids from Wednesday-Sunday, and we're 100% willing to keep them longer, but I couldn't bear to be away from them for one more day. Especially Everett. He is just too young to understand what is going on, so while the big kids were sad and missed me, they were excited to shave special and fun time with their grandparents. Everett had no clue what was going on, just that he was away from his mom, dad & house, and he had a really tough time with that. My parents brought him back on Sunday afternoon, and he had fallen asleep on the way home, so after his nap Mark goes up and gets him, and Everett wouldn't even look at me. He was so mad at me for leaving him, and my heart broke into 1,000 pieces. It took him 45ish minutes to warm back up to me, and I spent the entire time fighting back tears. Eventually he remembered that I am in fact the best person in the entire world, and he loves me again.
So, where do we go from here? Thursday morning I have my post op appointment, and hopefully we are able to make a physical therapy plan, and get me back to mobility. My overall goal is to run the Shamrock'n half marathon in February, and I realize it's a lofty goal, but hey, if I shoot for the moon and miss I will still land in the stars. I know, it's cliche, but hey, if you don't have at least one good cliche what do you have?
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