Have one of those weeks/months?

Life in this household has definitely been wicked. First, my husband was in hospital for a week, half of that time was in ICU. Then he came home Monday, (3-31) and I had to turn around and take my Nanny to the hospital ER. I love my grandmother but she’s a mighty stubborn 86-year-old former nurse. They discovered the cause for her illness and told she’d have to have surgery. She didn’t want to do it. When we explained it was going to laproscopic she wavered and we finally convinced her—thank Go. She’s been so miserable for so long.

That was Wednesday (4-1); Friday (4-4) we took Nanny to the regular doctor to get him to talk about the surgery, again. She waffled but finally agreed.

Saturday (4-5) I called my mom to talk to her and learned she had taken my father to urgent care as he had been at work and stabbed his hand with a screw driver not once, but twice. Because the tools were dirty—he’s a mechanic (for another 15 days—ask him and he can give you hours and minutes until he retires LOL) anyhow, he got an infection.

Now this all happened the last week of March/first week of April. I was afraid this month would be like the one last year this time. Last year my beloved Springer Cochise died from the poisoned dog food, my DH had surgery (same as the one he just had—Argh!) My son announced he was going to be having a baby and a wedding all by the end of the year. Plus, I was having my own health issues.

Well last week the spring-cleaning bug bit me. I began stripping out the house room by room and scrubbing the place down. I had finished the living room and was trying to clean up the mess from the bathroom remodel. I moved and my knee made a horrible tearing, popping crackling sound. Pain raged down my leg so I rested for a little while and it was fine. Friday I went shopping, touched up the house, had my best friend over and then went to bed.

Woke up Saturday in tremendous pain. I was supposed to baby-sit Lyxie but I could barely move. So I went to my mom’s house to watch the baby there. I could hardly walk, and Lyxie loves to be walked and have me sing softly in her ear. I got her to sleep and I sat down in the recliner. My knee and all my leg killed me. I had to hobble home and was completely miserable.

To tell you how bad off I was—anyone who knows me will find this off: I didn’t want a chocolate chip cookie dough sundae and I was in bed by 9:30. Yeah, it was bad. Sunday was even worse. Tuesday I went to the doctor and today, I get to go and see the orthopedist.

This is not the first time I have injured this knee (the right leg). I was on a call and I slipped out of the fire truck and tore all the ligaments in my knee. It took forever for it to set and I was told I’d probably eventually have to have surgery.

Just three years before that accident I had a hiking accident and blew out my left knee. Had surgery on that one and I haven’t had a day of trouble with it since. I’m kind of hoping there will be a surgery option today. Once they go in and clear out all the scar tissue and whatever else is there then the pain may go away.

I’m one the most graceful people ever! If anything ever happens to me my body will easily be identifiable. Just check for an arm that has been broken three times—Biking accidents, hiking accident, tree falling) Scar tissue in my wrists from ripping the ligaments at different occasions, Scar tissue in my ankle from having broke it three times—once hiking, once playing flag football and once in an ATV accident.

I have broken, torn or mangled every bone in my body—except my spine—and I hope to keep that from ever happening.

Can you say rotten? If I disappear for a while it will be (hopefully) because they are fixing my leg.

I’m ready to just crawl in a hole and hide from the world for a while! Pray that this is the end of the cycle of bad luck for us, please!

Huggles,DC