Good morning to all! I figured it was time to get another one of these out, so here it is!
First
the usual stuff: I continue to get a
little better every day, but still spend most of my time in the
recliner. As long as I'm active enough to keep all the internal
processes running but not too active, a little bit of the liquid
hydrocodone-acetaminophen concoction alternated with a big-boy dose of
Children's Motrin keeps me comfortable but not drooling. (I think,
anyway - I haven't actually hit the sweet spot yet.) If I cross the
line on activity - as I have every day so far - I quickly get sore and
worn out, which leads to more meds which leads to... well... drool.
As
I ponder a host of things here from my recliner I have come to
understand the fates are cruel. This may be a blinding glimpse of the
obvious, but I've seen it frequently. Since I'm not a TV watcher my
'window to the world' these days is my personal laptop which seems to
be, at least in part, controlled by the evil fates. The 'gotchas' come
most frequently from the pop-up adds: Just as De delivers a hearty mug
of beef broth for me to tuck into they pounce: BOOM! - Up pops a
'Hebrew National' add with a perfectly grilled, all beef hot dog nestled
under an exquisitely arranged bed of relish, onions and the appropriate
condiments. AHHH! GO AWAY! (Fates:1, Mark: 0 - I'm not usually much
of a hot dog eater, but that dog looked goooood and I was sorely
tempted.) I shunned my eyes.
Yesterday
I thought I pretty much had the day planned out to get the right amount
of activity without crossing the line. (Yeah, I know, "The road to
perdition is paved with good intentions.") We had a young farm kid from
church coming to mow the lawn since it was approaching knee level for
De and she doesn't run the little tractor with the mower deck. All I
had to do was walk up and get the mower out. BOOM! - It needed a
jump-start. GRRRRRR!! (Guess I should have replaced that battery.
Fates:2, Mark: 0.) I took it in stride.
I
haven't sharpened the blades yet this year since we're still in the
'wood mulch' phase of lawn care at our house (I'm not picking little sticks off
1-1/2 acres of lawn - don't judge). The kid was mowing so the cut
grass was blowing into the unmowed grass creating a growing pile-up for
the dull blades to chew through, there was enough chaff generated to
clog the radiator and BOOM! - The engine overheated - at the far edge of
the property. NOOOOOO! (I should have been watching him a little
closer, I suppose. Fates: 3, Mark: 0) Since I had some pecuniary
interest in verifying I was looking at steam and not smoke I felt
obligated to traipse down next to the road to check it out in my fashionable new look of
sport shorts and barn boots. I just "brushed it off".
After
a cool-down period and a bit of advice on mowing tall grass, an
attempted restart required BOOM! - another jump start. HRRMPH!
(Unmotivated battery, hot diesel engine - I should have known. Fates
4: Mark: 0) Yes, Virginia, there was drool.
I'm
guessing my leash will be a bit shorter today. Even so, the morning
sun is promising a beautiful day and there's another mug that of savory
beef broth in my future. "Um. De? I don't suppose we have any onion
powder? Yeah? Cool! Um... pickle... powder? No?" <sigh...>
Take care all,
Mark
What is the saying that it's so much easier to do something yourself? (Well, you just about did!) Situations like the one you're currently experiencing serve to remind a person of EVERYTHING you really do get done on a normal day (one in which you're not tethered to ye ol' recliner). And also how fortunate we are to have an ample supply of good and tasty food to put in our tum-tums on a regular basis . . . when we're not on a strict diet.
ReplyDeleteLove your recliner ramblings. Keep 'em comin'! :o]
Mama Pea - I was thinking it!! If it weren't the fact that my pasture-come-lower-lawn can be a pretty "jostly" ride I would have been making the case with De. She has been really good, too good really, about not cooking up a big meal for herself while I'm sipping my broth, but I am still looking forward to some real home-grown goodness.
DeleteIt's so hard to take that needed time off when there is so much to do.
ReplyDeleteTimes like this, I guess a condo would be the best place to live.
No.
I did not just say that!! Tell ya what, though---take it easy NOW and you'll get back out there faster!
Speedy recovery to you , Mark
Hi Sue! I'll trade a little impatience waiting to get back in the game over condo life any day! I'm having a pretty lazy day today, and will be the better for it tomorrow. One step at a time. :)
DeleteAw Mark, it seems like the fates would give you a break! At least the worst is behind you and things should be looking up.
ReplyDeleteHi Leigh! I'm getting along OK, in spite of the 'fates'. Recovery is not as fast as I'd hope, but probably on par with what is reasonable to expect. It's all good!
ReplyDeleteHey, Mark - Have been thinking about you, missing your posts and hoping things are going well for you.
ReplyDeleteSending best wishes.
Hi Mama Pea! I'm still here, although it has been a rough summer. While I'm pretty much healed from my surgery, getting accustomed to the "new me" has taken MUCH longer than I expected. I'm just now approaching 'normal' energy levels. Work at the day job has been pretty consuming and the usual summer work around the place has pretty much used up what is left.
DeleteAll that being said I'm doing better and the garden is nearing the end for the year, so I have been thinking about getting back to the blogs and doing a series of "How I spent my summer" posts. I'm also thinking I may even occasionally 'fess up to some of what I do at the day job, less the details (Spoiler alert: I'm a physicist and we "homesteader-types" almost certainly see some of my work every day).
Thank you for checking up on me. I've been thinking about you all too, but (and know this sounds awful) just haven't had it in me to keep up with everything going on in the community.
Take care,
Mark
I just popped over to see if you'd updated. Glad to find you're doing better!
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