Friday, July 20, 2012
HHD and an Ankle Update
I was out of sorts for most of the day and Amy really nailed it. It was a milestone in that the day and date coincided with the day and date of the actual event. Additionally, I was unable to get out and do what we typically do on HHD. Add to that the fact I'm doing the summer after Kindergarten thing with Lil (like I did that year with Han) and that Lil is surpassing so many things Hannah ever did and I'm in a strange and awful place.
Because of this busted ankle (more on that in a moment), I'm even more out of sorts and I really need to sit and think and absorb and write and I just don't feel like doing it. I'm so tired of my computer I could cry. :oS
My mom has been a godsend, truly. She came Monday afternoon before the surgery and has been here to be the mommy I can't be. She gets up in the morning with the girls, gets them out of bed and brekky and vacuums and does laundry and cleans the kitchen and helps keep Bean in check and sits and does nothing for hours on end when I know there is so much more she could be doing. She does lunch for the girls (and me) and cooks dinner and cleans the kitchen some more. It is not glamorous and I feel so very guilty that she has to do these things for me.
She left this afternoon (she needed to get home and I don't blame her a bit) and will return Sunday afternoon to stay with me next week as well. Again, I feel terrible that she has to come all this way, but she swears she doesn't mind and it's what moms do.
It was wonderful to have her here yesterday. We got the girls all dolled up in dresses and read stories. She made a lemon pound cake and whipped cream (Han loved whipped cream and had just learned to trill her "r"s to say "Whipped cr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-eam" hee hee). B made spaghetti (a fave of everyone) and Pop brought mascerated strawberries and Texas Toast. Oh, Lissie also made salad (another Han fave).
Pop brought along balloons, and remembering last year and how a couple little girls didn't want to release theirs, he brought along extras. The Hannah balloon this year was a beautiful baby blue with butterflies on it. :o)
After dinner I hobbled my way outside and sat on our new (to us) settee. Pop divvied up the balloons and we let them go.
The arrival was rather timely as I had just returned from the doctor's office. Holy smokes my ankle is ghastly! They took off the splint to check my healing and apparently it looks good. I pretty much refused to look (I'm the girl that always hid her face and asked, "Papa, how bad is it?" and now ask, "Honey, how bad is it?"). Brien came with me today because he knew I would refuse to look and he wanted to know. Ha! The incision is between 7" and 8" long and held together with staples. It's going to be a massively awful scar and I must come up with a good story to go with it. :oP
My foot is purple and swollen--which is to be expected given it was chopped upon and all. My bone is now being held together with eight screws and a plate. Because that ligament that was supposed to provide stability was no longer in existence (Dr. P said as much) he wound up pulling a ligament from another area in my foot and suturing it in place. He said I should have SO much stability now and that once everything is healed I'll be in better shape than I have been since I was 16. Hooray!
I'll go next Wednesday to have the staples removed *gulp* and will have a cast put on then.
I'm not having much pain at this point--yay. Or, at least, I'm not having much pain that can't be helped by some Motrin. This is good. I'm not pleased with the splint I received today, however. As this is the fourth splint I've had, I feel qualified to say when it's good or bad. This one is better than the one I got at the ER, but only barely. :oS I'm truly looking forward to the cast. Gee, I never thought I would say that.
1. Healing well. No pus. No untoward inflammation. A straight bone well put together. This is good.
2. Less pain.
3. My mommy. Thank you so much, Liss.
4. All the stories of RAKs from across the US. Thank you all so very much for joining in and remembering my beautiful, sparkly girl. :o)
5. "I'm weally hungwy, Daddy!" coming from the kitchen. Ha! She's climbed up in her seat and put on her bib and everything. ;o)