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Mar. 29th, 2015 11:50 amThis whole staying off of my right foot thing would be easier if putting weight on the dratted thing hurt. It doesn't. Well, it does when I'm wearing the boot, but just sitting still hurts when I'm wearing the boot, so I don't think it's because I'm putting weight on the foot. I don't think the boot is supposed to hurt, so I wonder if I'm putting it on wrong. It may simply be that it's designed to put pressure right on the bits of my foot that hurt when touched, just bad luck, really.
Staying off of my foot has been easier this weekend with Scott and Cordelia both home. It's still hard for me to ask for the things I need, but when I do, they're always willing to help out. Scott's actually learning what meds I take when. He's a little annoyed that I don't keep the bottles turned so that the names are visible. I just know where I keep everything. (I have turntable in one of the kitchen cupboards.)
Scott, Cordelia and I have to spend some time brainstorming things that Cordelia can prepare for dinner if Scott has to work late or otherwise can't cook. If we have leftovers, she'll be fine, but if we don't... Well. She's very resistant to the idea of handling raw meat. I'm also going to have to come up with ideas for lunches for the week after next. I think Cordelia's capable of making packaged mac 'n' cheese, and pre-cooked chicken patties are fairly easy. But that's only a couple of days. I need lunch for her for the six days when she's off school and Scott's not home.
We are going to have Easter dinner with Scott's sister's family and her husband's family (at his parents' house). It's nice that they're willing to include us, but I kind of wish we were going to stay home. The whole thing would be overwhelming without the difficulty of my foot. With that, it's really daunting. We're supposed to bring a loaf of bread (I'll have Cordelia make that and Scott cut it) and broccoli. I'm not sure how many people will be there. It might be as many as twenty. I like Scott's sister's in-laws fairly well. They're nice enough people, and we see them several times a year (Christmas, Easter, sometimes Mother's Day, Father's Day, Thanksgiving). They're closer to Cordelia than my parents are simply because they see her more. When I was pregnant with Cordelia, Scott's sister's mother-in-law hosted my baby shower.
Scott and Cordelia went out and got us all frosties last night. That was a nice treat.
Part of me still hasn't admitted that I'm not going to the library with Scott and Cordelia today. I know I'm not going. It would be foolish to go. I just find myself wanting to leave the house.
Normally, I'd shower today. Scott and I are still discussing how to manage me washing. We've talked about buying a stool that will fit in the tub and not be damaged by getting soaked. We've talked about me taking a bath instead of a shower. I suspect I'll end up taking a bath, but getting in and out of the tub will be nearly impossible even with Scott's help. There's just no way to do that without putting my full weight on each of my feet in turn. Scott's sister's mother-in-law suggested that I just not wash for the duration, but I don't think I could stand myself if I did that (not to mention that other people probably wouldn't want to be around me).
Cordelia seems to have had a good time at the Girl Scout thing yesterday. She hasn't told us much about it except that she enjoyed petting a baby goat and was grossed out by a cow with a hole in its stomach. She came home with a balloon animal that she promptly unknotted. She's been trying to whip the resulting very long balloon through the air and finding that it just won't move fast at all, no matter what she does.
I managed a little writing yesterday. I'm about halfway through a bridging scene on the way to the scene I really wanted to write, but I'm finding that there's necessary stuff in this scene, too. There's something that I think is going to happen that I'm not sure I want to have happen. It might make for more complications than I want to deal with, and I'm not completely sure it's in character. I'm not convinced it's not, though.
Staying off of my foot has been easier this weekend with Scott and Cordelia both home. It's still hard for me to ask for the things I need, but when I do, they're always willing to help out. Scott's actually learning what meds I take when. He's a little annoyed that I don't keep the bottles turned so that the names are visible. I just know where I keep everything. (I have turntable in one of the kitchen cupboards.)
Scott, Cordelia and I have to spend some time brainstorming things that Cordelia can prepare for dinner if Scott has to work late or otherwise can't cook. If we have leftovers, she'll be fine, but if we don't... Well. She's very resistant to the idea of handling raw meat. I'm also going to have to come up with ideas for lunches for the week after next. I think Cordelia's capable of making packaged mac 'n' cheese, and pre-cooked chicken patties are fairly easy. But that's only a couple of days. I need lunch for her for the six days when she's off school and Scott's not home.
We are going to have Easter dinner with Scott's sister's family and her husband's family (at his parents' house). It's nice that they're willing to include us, but I kind of wish we were going to stay home. The whole thing would be overwhelming without the difficulty of my foot. With that, it's really daunting. We're supposed to bring a loaf of bread (I'll have Cordelia make that and Scott cut it) and broccoli. I'm not sure how many people will be there. It might be as many as twenty. I like Scott's sister's in-laws fairly well. They're nice enough people, and we see them several times a year (Christmas, Easter, sometimes Mother's Day, Father's Day, Thanksgiving). They're closer to Cordelia than my parents are simply because they see her more. When I was pregnant with Cordelia, Scott's sister's mother-in-law hosted my baby shower.
Scott and Cordelia went out and got us all frosties last night. That was a nice treat.
Part of me still hasn't admitted that I'm not going to the library with Scott and Cordelia today. I know I'm not going. It would be foolish to go. I just find myself wanting to leave the house.
Normally, I'd shower today. Scott and I are still discussing how to manage me washing. We've talked about buying a stool that will fit in the tub and not be damaged by getting soaked. We've talked about me taking a bath instead of a shower. I suspect I'll end up taking a bath, but getting in and out of the tub will be nearly impossible even with Scott's help. There's just no way to do that without putting my full weight on each of my feet in turn. Scott's sister's mother-in-law suggested that I just not wash for the duration, but I don't think I could stand myself if I did that (not to mention that other people probably wouldn't want to be around me).
Cordelia seems to have had a good time at the Girl Scout thing yesterday. She hasn't told us much about it except that she enjoyed petting a baby goat and was grossed out by a cow with a hole in its stomach. She came home with a balloon animal that she promptly unknotted. She's been trying to whip the resulting very long balloon through the air and finding that it just won't move fast at all, no matter what she does.
I managed a little writing yesterday. I'm about halfway through a bridging scene on the way to the scene I really wanted to write, but I'm finding that there's necessary stuff in this scene, too. There's something that I think is going to happen that I'm not sure I want to have happen. It might make for more complications than I want to deal with, and I'm not completely sure it's in character. I'm not convinced it's not, though.
