To Helen Back~

AKA Austin, TX

I left around noon on Sunday, checked in and got a bit of rest…I had made arrangements to meet up with an old friend from high school. She isn’t really old, she is younger than me but we met my senior year in high school and became fast friends. We hadn’t seen each other since then but have been keeping in touch via Facebook and MySpace.

It was so good to see her and we picked up like there had not been this great span of time since we last saw each other. (Over two decades) She brought a friend along and I hit it off with her and know she will be a friend. We hope to meet up in San Antonio for all things girl…like shopping. We went to a restaurant where we ordered 3 appetizers and drinks…our table had way more food than we could possibly eat, but we tried. Time went by and next thing they were closing, so we went over to a different restaurant just down the street and ate more chips and salsa along with another round of drinks.  Sadly we had to call it a night but we will continue to keep in touch.

They dropped me off and I went to my room, took a shower and tried going to sleep…sleep was alluding me, so I messed around online for a bit, then gave that up and tried reading myself to sleep…again sleep is not my friend…I say sleep is an asshole.

I turned the light out, threw my pillow over my head and tried really hard to at least snooze, I dozed off for a bit, and felt refreshed enough to get up, get dressed, pack my bag, check out, head out, refuel, stop for coffee and a light breakfast, then head to my doctor’s office. I got there about 15 minutes early and was actually called right on time.

New x-rays were taken, nothing broken, that is good news for my overdue 6 month check up….yay for that, that was my biggest fear. But bone is not being laid over the hardware as fast as we would like, thus causing my recovery to go slower than we would like. I did get a referral for aquatic therapy, now I need to find a place to go to that will accept my insurance….let’s also hope this is affordable to me, as I will still have  a copay and at 2-3 times a week it might be out of my financial abilities. Guess I can starve us some more…I don’t want fat kids or my own ass to get fatter.


I need to get moving…

I’m tired of this bed, but I haven’t slept much, it has been sporadic.

They delivered my brace and tried it on for size, it fits, now I need a Dr. visit as well as a visit from PT.

I hope they can move me to a different floor and let me know when I can go home. I’m ready to be with my babies.

I’m tired, and off to rest.

I am hating the phone…

I’ve been calling and leaving messages trying to schedule my damn appointment….I really would prefer to not have to do it, but I need to find some relief for the pain….that relief will come in the form of surgery…at least that is the promise being made to me….but there is an order to how all this works….it is designed to remove money from my almost empty pockets and line the full and soon to get fuller pockets of Dr’s, radiologists, specialist,s hospitals, labs, etc….I really want to get the ball rolling, I want this done ASAP, this month would be fine with me, even early next month….

I’ve been trying to pass the time, I have a few things listed for sale online…I fixed a late breakfast, I was going to make cookies…but I can’t get to some of the things I need so I will make a list for the boys and have them set me up everything I need.

I have also killed more brain cells subjecting myself to crap on TV….well I am off to see what I can do until someone either calls me or I can take a nap….

I struggle getting to my magical poo place….

My range of motion (ROM) is hampered, how so you may wonder…well my reach is….how shall I phrase this…hmmm…well it falls short.

No not THAT short, I still manage to get the job done, but it is a struggle, compounded by immense fear. Every single time that I Go, you know what I mean by Go, don’t you? If not you shall soon figure it out without me having to spell it out all crass like by saying I got’s to take a poo…

In my 41 years of existence on this planet, I have only once been plagued by a medical issue downstairs with the “girl”, I had that ~ I guess it was a bladder infection, not sure, it’s the one where you feel you have to go pee, but you don’t do much but drip, and yet you keep feeling you just have to pee real bad.  Anywho I went to a doctor and she was all impressed that at my age and I was in my mid 20’s at the time, that I had not had any of those VaJJ issues prior. I was all like “what do you mean?” and she was like “well, women get these all the time, so you are doing the right thing.” And I was like “what am I doing right, so I know to keep doing the right thing” and she was like “you are wiping front to back” and I was like “well who the hell doesn’t know to wipe front to back?” and she was like “well many women, you would be surprised, they keep me pretty busy” and then I threw up in my mouth a little.

So now with my limited ROM, my reach is compromised and I’ve had to employ other methods that I care not to detail, (but it is what kept the doctor busy) being that I’m trying to be all ladylike and whatnot. So of course I am being extremely meticulous as I must avoid the spread of any fecaliarity (I made that word up) into my nether regions. Of course if I employed the services of a personal   ASSistant, then I wouldn’t have those worries, but that wouldn’t work either, it is just impractical…so bottom line (pun intended) is to proceed with extreme caution.

 Fecally free Ruby

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