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.