@97blackbird
Damn, man! That really sucks, to say the least, though you’re right: it could’ve all gone much worse. Hell, at least you didn’t get mugged, eh? To quote Monty Python, “could be worse, could’ve been stabbed.” This past week must’ve been written in the stars to be totally f@$ked up. Yours is probably the tenth story I’ve heard where it’s been nothing but a chain of shit going wrong. Obviously you survived, which is always a bonus. I just hope your recovery goes quickly and well.
A tip for finding a GOOD orthopedic surgeon: ask around, figure out who the BAD ones are first; use sources like people at physical therapy, or RNs that work at outpatient surgery facilities (sometimes they can even suggest good ones, too). This was all learned through experience, by the way. I’ve had a knee and shoulder worked on, thanks to being a runner and diabetes, along with several close friends who’ve needed ortho surgeries, plus my Mom being an RN. :3
Lovely pictures from ~10 days ago, above, BTW. Thanks much for sharing! 😊
I’ve been quite busy myself over the past three weeks, moving out of the apartment I’ve called home for ~14.5 years. I also have a new place to call home, but the move-in date is the 17th of this month, so I get a week to recover, while my stuff sits in three separate storage units. TBH, I’m kind of surprised I didn’t end up hospitalized again, having spent so much time awake during this move-out. The real bitch was that I spent July and the first half of August dealing with sciatica – basically, really painful muscle spasms in my lower back – that was so severe, I couldn’t even get out of bed around the last week of July. So even though I knew I had to move out, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it until my back healed itself, and OMFG was that frustrating.
The sciatica is mostly better now (some days it’ll spasm, if I lift something heavy), the move-out is complete, and I’m only stuck at my parents’ place for another week. I plan to do absolutely nothing but be as lazy as possible during that time, to keep my stress level low. My mind & body are screaming out “I need time to heal,” and I’m granting their wishes, so I don’t end up a broken, wretched pile of goo.
If there is a God, she’s a crappy engineer, and should stick to artsy stuff. LoL