Just another day in paradise

That was way harsh T(h)ai*

So my favorite treat in the whole world totally kicked my ass yesterday.  Not in an Ike and Tina sort of way - but in the praying to the porcelain god type of way. And let me say that puking while not putting weight in a recently blood clotted leg is not as easy (and a lot more messy) than one might think....thank goodness for my awesome bath stool.  Today, I feel like I have one of those horrible 5pm hangovers - oh you know the ones I am talking about - where you feel like absolute shite all day until magically at 5pm you feel human again.....well 5pm has passed and I am not feeling bad, but not feeling great either.  Bother.  At least food is in the tummy where it belongs - positive thought!!!

* Quote from the awesome movie "Clueless" (1995)

Great - My blood keeps getting thicker instead of thinner (we won't go into the deep drama impact that will have on my psyche - nor the irony of me having non-thin blood.  Where the hell are the Oreos???) and now I am deaf

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SO today is my first day of wearing my thigh high (with belt) compression hose......um yeah.  As has been previously discussed, I have what I consider to be, an odd shaped posterior.  Sure other people like it - but in this case it is making wearing the compression hose a bit rough.  The damn belt keeps sliding down and unsnapping.  Charming.

In other news, I am able to walk around with my cane.  I can also hit people or reach the double stuff oreos with the cane.  It's been a parade of visitors which is nice.  I was trying to explain the other day that I am lonely.  After spending 16-18 hours a day with people, spending 18-20 hours by myself is a big switch.  I like people!!  They may drive me insane sometime but I do like them!

Michelle and Julie brought over lunch on Friday (yum and thank you!!) and then sat quietly as I pitched a fit at work on the phone.  Julie was also my savior by taking me to the Home Care store to get my compression hose and cane.  Kate dropped off my Costco order.

Yesterday, my parents braved the winter storm and stopped by with more groceries and a venti latte.  Mom even crossed picket lines at Starbucks (yes, there were picket lines at Starbucks - either for or against unionization) for me.  They seemed as happy as I am with the overall improvement of my walk and my pain.  Now if I could just get my blood regulated. Kate and Fiona stopped by after that which is always a good time.  Later, my next door neighbour Heidi stopped by to escape the raucous party going on above her.  Turns out that the building manager for the renters had her daughter's b-day party  in one of the vacant apartments from 6-10.  We called the cops twice, once for noise and the second time because we caught a one of the little punks in our gangway getting ready to graffiti.  When my neighbour J (who is also a cop) stopped him, the kid peed his pants and stated there was party filled with underage drinking and sex upstairs.  Yeah.  Awesome.  In response, the glass of our front door was broken this morning.

I would also like to point out that I was right to be afraid of those accordion buses!!  Finding a damn crack the size of a person.......seriously.

so would you believe

that now my levels are too high???  2.9 - they want it closer to 2.5.  This would explain why my leg has been feeling so much better - the blood is so thin it is just gushing through my body and dissolving the clot.  I picked up my thigh high compression hose (with belt!!!)  I will not be forwarding a photo of that because I love you all too much.  I also picked up a hot cane (it has red, blue, yellow, green and purple paisleys on it) to help me walk vs. the cane. IF I am going to limp it is going to be in style.

Yours in geriatric hotness,
Miss Sarah

old - meant to post this a few days ago

Mom was here until Monday taking care of me.  The house has been lonely without her here -but work is keeping me busy and I am thankful that they are letting me work instead of having to take unpaid time off.  I also had a dr appt on Monday - and my blood levels were lower than they should have been.  Ergo my meds have been kicked up.  I had a followup visit from the home nurse today to draw more blood (it is a wonder I have any left) and the results were only 1.8.  They will retest on Friday.  On the bright side - I feel better than any previous day!!

With love while sitting on my ass,

Miss Sarah

Sitting on ass all day is over rated

I'm just saying.

From my heart to yours

Mom comes to watch over Sarah - hilarity ensues

So I've been home since Thursday afternoon - I've already told you about the twisted ankle on the blood clotted leg (the best part was my father running out of the other room when I screamed yelling 'who fell? who fell?...who do you think fell - the crip is on the floor!!)....what I didn't tell you was what happened between me taking the face plant into the bean bag and discovering that I had fubared my ankle.

So I really really really needed a shower - I had been doing a sponge bath of the 3 P's (let me know if you need that explained) but with my nice 100 fever most of the time I was a sweaty mess. So after I fell, I went to lie down on my bed - so beyond nice lying in my own bed....words really can not describe how nice it is to be home.  Mom sent Dad to the groc store with a list of what we would need to survive until Monday as well as looking for a bath bench for me to shower (think about it I can't shower balanced on one leg and climbing in and out of a bathtub - not gonna happen).  I am sobbing on my bed, embarrassed that I fell, worried that I had dislodged the clot, relieved to be home but scared that I would have to go back to the hospital -   just uber emotional.  So Mom comes in and starts putting away my laundry -- the laundry that Paul always says "What would your Mother say if she saw your room like this?" Well we finally found out what she would say she was appalled....but all my laundry is washed, dried and put away.

Dad gets back and puts my bath bench together. I go to take a shower, discover that I can't take my clothes off without help - enter Mom. We get my pants off (being naked in front of your Mother at 33 is different - thank god she already knew about my tattoo.) So I ask her to turn the shower on before I get in so that I am not frozen and somehow she pulls the handle off.  We start hysterically laughing.  She tries to put it back on but between her short arms and bifocals can't ( I am still naked and balanced on one leg mind you).  So we have to call Dad, which means I have to put on clothes - so we grab my robe, I sit on the toilet lid and because I can't place my right foot on the floor my robe gaps.  We grab towels to cover and call for Daddy - and call again for Dad, and again.  But he has left the house. Some how she gets the lever back on and gets the water on.  Now I have this nice little rain water shower head - nice except when you are sitting on a bath stool with it hitting straight down on your head.  As my Mom left the bathroom she started laughing at the sight I made....sad drowned frog.

After the shower I need to call Mom again to help me out of the shower, dry off and get dressed....this ended with me trying to get my own underwear on so to avoid Mom having to do/see all THAT and I kneed her in the eye.  THEN we realized my ankle was swollen up like two fat grapefruits.

Home but....

So I am home from the hospital, blood is thinning, but the clot is still there, so I am home bound - but had a slight mishap which ended up with me face planted into my bean bag.  I am now staring at a slightly swollen and bruised right ankle - the same leg with the clot.  I will have the home nurse look at it when they come tomorrow to take my blood levels.  Mom will be here till at least Monday when I have my follow up meeting with my regular doctor.