And We'll Have Fun, Fun, Fun...

I am just realizing how much fun I had yesterday. Lillian was so wonderfully nice enough to come pick me up, and I laughed a lot yesterday. I laughed more than I have in a long time, lots of funny and fun things happened. Even though many if not most of the laughs were at my expense, it was fun all the same. So thanks to Robin and Lillian for reminding an old cripple how to have fun

I Am Dumb

I am not feeling like a very good friend, I think it is time for me to go to my hole and DIE

Nothing New

I really wanted to post tonight, but I realized that I am not feeling anything new. In fact, I feel the exact same poo I been feeling for a while now. I am in a serious rut, and I really have no clue how to get out at this point. And yes in case you are wondering I am still feeling like the Old Maid

OH my word does this cat look mad, somebody is gonna get their eyes scratched out later

Five Weeks Have Come And Gone

Yes it is true my friends, my ankle has been broken for five weeks now. Some say, "Has it really been that long, wow how time flies". While I on the other hand the five weeks seem like an eternity. I am really sick of having a broken ankle. I hate the burden it makes me on my friends and family, I hate having to use a walker to do anything, and I hate not having the freedom I once took for granted. As silly as it sounds, I can no longer do anything on my own, it is rough. I will say I am starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel, a week from Wednesday is my doctor's appointment, and I PRAY he has good news for me, like when I can start walking again.

In other news, I want to tell all you single ladies out there about a certain young man that was very helpful to me today. Justin, this young man took my van, that has a flat tire, to get a plug in the leak. Justin lives in Bellbrook, and if you don't know that is FAR from my house. But on his way to my house to get my van this gentleman stopped to get this cripple lunch. (I can hear the echo of "aww"s already) After lunch I give him my keys and ask that he go to Wal-Mart to get it fixed but the wait was too long, so I send him to K-Mart only to find out they don't do car repair anymore. Finally I send him to the Saturn dealership nearby, where he so patiently waits as my tire is plugged. Justin brings my van back safe and sound, only to find out I have another request. I asked Justin to take me to the office where I work. Being the incredibility awesome guy he is, he agreed to do it. It is boys like him that make me wish I was a girl. I would marry him in a second. So to all you single ladies out there, if you want more info on Justin drop me a line. Love you Justin

I AM NOT A TURTLE!!!!

Old Maid

Was thinking today about a card game I used to play when I was a kid, and I am sure many of you did too; Old Maid. Basis of the game, draw cards from your opponents hand to make pairs hoping not to end up with the Old Maid. While I am not a Maid, I feel like the Old Maid in more ways than one.

I don't know how I managed to pull this off...and I don't even beleive it to be true.....but I know there are at least a couple of people who will get a good laugh out of it

My inner child is one year old!

Everything is new to me. I like watching the world
go by around me, and I don't sweat the small
stuff--or the large stuff, either. Just so long
as I stay warm and safe and dry, life's pretty
good.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
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Be Glad I Am Crippled, Cause If Not There Would Be Pain Had By Many

I was very intent on going to bed when I got home tonight, but the events that occurred upon my arrival home could not go without a good venting on this here blog.

I returned home tonight after a long day of working, ok so it really wasn't that laborious but for me it was lots more than I usually do. Ian was nice enough to drive me home, now I was already planning on the truck I used to drive blocking the sidewalk as that is where it normally is and where it was when I left. What I had not anticipated was my van parked directly behind the truck. Wouldn't be a big deal if my mom's car wasn't parked in the garage, but it is so I have no direct route to the door. Ian, bless his heart, has to follow behind me with my walker as I traverse the driveway on just the fringe, using the vehicles to balance me. I am forced to use the walker a couple times to get around the mirrors. Course the problem with this is, my mom has a very new house and it lacks grass, so when I put the walker down I had to do so in the mud. I get inside and there is mud on my walker that transfers to the carpet, which I am sure I will hear about soon, there even happened to be some mud on my boot. This would not be a big deal if this whole cripple/walker thing was new to them, it isn't they know I have it and won't be getting rid of it for a while. Is this what I can expect every night when I come home? I think they would rather I just sit at home and become a vegetable. Well needless to say I am pretty pissed about it all.

On to another thing that has just fueled the fire tonight, can anyone answer me why people push the edges of the monitor out so far that I lose the cursor on the right side of the screen, and sometimes have to turn my head to see where it is. I fixed it the other night, and now it has returned to this problematic state. Normally it might not be a huge deal, but tonight of all nights, it is just one more thing to get me going.

Right now I am in the mood to hurt someone's feelings, so beware.

Beware Of Flood

I will admit it has been a long time since I was a kid. I will even admit it has been a long time since I was around children a whole lot. But I seem to forget the part where LITTLE kids use SO MUCH TOILET PAPER. I get my poor crippled self to the bathroom today, remember this is a good 5-7 minute walk for me, and what do I find waiting for me in the toilet? Lots and Lots of toilet paper, now I know it wasn't me and the other kids that share that bathroom with me are only like 7-13. Not one of these kids should have a bathroom emergency that would require them to use so much toilet paper. It was obvious too that whoever did this knew it would clog the toilet, cause they did not even attempt to flush. I am guessing these kids get in trouble for that sort of thing, instead of clogging the toilet they just leave a little present for whoever the lucky one to come in next is.

This all would not be a huge deal except that I had just spent those few minutes working my way to the bathroom, which I really had to use, I now had to turn around and work my way to the other bathroom. For a normal walking individual again this not a big deal, but for this cripple this means another 5-7 minute walk. I could already be feeling relief, but instead I am dragging myself to the master bathroom. Luckily I found it in good working order and promptly took care of business.

I guess my question is really, is this normal behavior for kids? Do they always use so much toilet paper? If they are going to use enough to clog the toilet do they ever tell anyone and fess up to it? Please help me out, I need to know what to expect in the future.

Why do people go to bed and leave the TV, lights, and other appliances on when they know I will have to get up and turn them off. I have no need for these things, and if I wanted them on I could turn them on myself. Oh well I guess I will live.

Great Quote
"The pain of discipline will pass, but the pain of regret will last forever" Lydia King

Bears Who Don't Care

With all my friends going into a frenzy over Care Bears, I thought it appropriate that I post this picture of a "Bear Who Doesn't Care" I found on the internet. While there were many this is the one I like the best.



His name is obviously Bling Bling, how cool is that, I think he is awesome. I laugh just thinking about it

In other stuffed animal news Lillian bought me this cute Pumbaa today



Isn't it awesome, I really like it. Course she got Timon, kinda wraps our relationship up in a nutshell. Need more info watch Lion King 1 1/2.

You Know You Are A Cripple When....

• Bathroom trips take 15 minutes, and 12 of that is spent in transit
  
• Your mom has to make your bed for you (that happened today)
  
• You have to have your meals brought to you everyday
  
• You thank God for elastic waistbands
  
• Clean socks last twice as long since you only wear one at a time
  
• You become comfortable again with your mom doing your laundry (all of it)
  
• You plan out your trips in the house in order to make as few steps as necessary, and remain sitting for as long as possible
  
• You don't drink caffeine because of the previously mentioned bathroom visits
  
• Showers are now the highlight of your day
  
• People (Robin) laugh at you when you come in on a walker
  
• You cannot escape conversations with people you don't like
  
• You find out that the velcro on your boot sticks to carpet, almost catastrophic trust me
  
• Going to work starts to sound good
  
• Visits from friends mean more than they used to
  
• The hardware in your leg is worth more than all your other possessions combined (or maybe that just means you are a missionary)
  
• Your once innocent and pure walker is kidnapped, vandalized and defiled, while you can do nothing about it
  
• Your new nickname is "Hop-Along"
  
• You have to humble yourself enough to let your friends do things for you (I really don't like this one)
  
• You realize who really loves you, when they are so very willing to help you out every day
  
• You learn to make HTML bulleted lists for something like this
  

I Am Getting So Spoiled

With the help of Lillian, I was able to get outside again today. This is two days in a row, hence the title of this post. I had a real good time going to Crosswalk and seeing lots of people, even though they stared. At this point thought I am not sure if they are staring at me, or Herbert. I never thought I would be in competition for attention with a walker, but at least it is my walker. I really need to get a picture of it up here for you, it really is something to see.

I got to take a real shower today, let me tell you it was wonderful. I have not felt this clean in a good while now. I had my stitches out and I can take off this boot, so I was able to get in the shower and not worry about getting casts wet, it was a real shower. I feel great.

Also related to my injured foot I thought I would link to a picture of an x-ray close to mine. The screw configuration is a little different, cause I broke my ankle in a different spot, and the log screw in my leg is much thicker. So this picture should help you understand what is going on in my leg. (warning it could be considered gross)

That is all I got for now. YEC is this weekend, contact me if you wanna help and get in free

Sweet Smell Of Freedom

Today was road trip #2 for me, I was off to see the doctor this morning. My ankle has been feeling real good. I was feeling confident my ankle was healing pretty well. I had never broken a bone before, and so I have never had a cast removed either. I have heard all the stories about how it doesn't hurt and doesn't cut your skin, this was all true but boy does it tickle. With a foot as mangled as mine is, I thought it would not bother me too much, I guess it doesn't matter how many bruises you have you can still be ticklish. Anyway, cast is off and there lies before me my ugly foot again. The big nasty bruise on my heel is still lingering, still swollen, and stashes up the outside of my leg.

X-Ray Time!! This was what I was looking forward to, this would be the true test as to how well my ankle was really doing. Three snapshots and I am out again, back to my room. (btw Herbert has had the addition of Christmas lights since last mention) I get to see the inside of my repaired foot for the first time. My ankle looked like it had a collision with an erector set. There were six half to three quarter inch screws in my bones holding them together and holding a plate onto my bone, and one BIG bolt running from one side of my ankle to the other. This was quite a crazy looking thing, I guess I never realized how much metal was in me, no more airport metal detectors for me.

Good news is Doc says my ankle looks great. I am done with the cast and now I am onto a big ol boot. This thing is heavier and bigger than my cast, but the big difference is, I can take this thing off whenever I want, and since I had my stitches taken out, now I can actually shower. I can take my boot off and massage my leg to get rid of the bad cramps I been having, and to just let my skin breathe.

I think it is quite a sight to behold, I think it looks gross, while others disagree. Everything is going well, it was such a blessing to be outside today. I can hardly tell you how much I appreciate fresh air now that I am cooped up inside all day everyday. I get to go out tomorrow too so that I can join my friends at Crosswalk. I have to admit I am excited about that as well.

Continue to pray for my Granny, she is doing well, some might say even better than I. She gets moved to a nursing home tomorrow for more recovery. Thanks all

It Was Bound To Happen Sooner Or Later

Well I think it started today, I been expecting it since I broke my ankle. I am honestly surprised it took this long to set in. I really hate having my ankle broken. Sitting in this house day after day has finally taken its toll, today I started getting real depressed about it. I don't know what the final trigger was, but I know it is bad when I don't even want people to come visit me. Why did I have to go and break my ankle? My small non-important life has come to a screeching halt. My days are filled with sleep, TV, and the Internet. That is it, I get to go outside when I have the occasional doctor's appointment. I also get to hear reports of how well people's lives are going, how happy they are, and all the freedom they get by getting to go anywhere they want. Lives progressing, while mine is at an absolute stand still. Maybe this all happened when I caught myself making plans for when I finish my recovery, the only plans I have made until then are trips to the doctor's.

I hate relying on people even for simple things like meals, there are many days I would not eat at all if my friends did not bring me, or fix me food. At this point I don't even want those people coming over, if my life is going to suck I want to suck real bad, no point in pretending. What do I do from here? Well I imagine I will do only what I can do, sit, mope, and watch stupid crap on TV.

Could It Get Any Worse?

My wonderful Granny came over today to bring me some dinner cause I am a cripple and not able to take care of myself. My Granny if you remember from previous entries is not in the best health herself, she suffers from arthritis all over her body. Her hands are cupped and all her joints are stiff and brittle. Granny was just over here trying to take care of me, this also gives her an excuse to get out of the house. Granny gets real lonely ever since my Grandpa died 4 years ago, but enough of that. She was cleaning up the house a little, doing dishes, etc cause she thought my mom would have a hissy when she got home and saw the house. The house looked fine and yes there were some dishes but I had already told my mom and she was ok with it. Granny finishes up and is sitting in the rocking chair watching TV. I am on the computer typing away to my friends. The next thing I know she is no where in sight and there is a screaming coming from the back of the house.

I rush as fast as my poor walker, Herbert, can carry me, and I find my Granny lying on the porch, fallen. Here I am, a cripple on a walker, who could have normally been able to at least get my Granny off the hard cold cement, not able to do a single thing not even able to go out and tend to her. I call frantically person after person to try and get some help and when no one answers I finally call the paramedics. I wait by the door, because I want to be able to let them in as fast as possible and I cannot get around very fast, so I am sad that I cannot at least be near my Granny as she is in pain. The paramedics come in a timely fashion and get my Granny up and in a kitchen chair. She agrees to go to the hospital for an examination and from her attitude as she is being carted away I began to think that her injuries were not that serious.

My mom, uncle, and aunt go out to the hospital to be with my Granny and see how she is doing. Time goes by and there is little word, finally my mom calls me to tell me that she has broken her hip. This is not good this will only compound her existing arthritis. That is all I know for now, there will be more when the surgeon comes in, in the morning.

I feel so responsible for all this. If I had not broken this stupid ankle there would be no reason for her to be over here taking care of me. There would have been no fall, no broken hip, no hospital, no surgery. I feel like it is all my fault, if I was not so needy I would not need all this help and people could be in the safety of their own homes. I really hate having this broken ankle. I feel so helpless and so much like a child. At the same time, I know much of this is because of the way I was raised. I was brought up to be self sufficient, to be the only one I need, if I want a job done right do it myself. Now I am trust into a position where I cannot be any of these things. I am reliant on so many people it is almost scary, I feel very out of control, very up in the air, like my life is in someone else's hands.

Pray for my Granny...please

House-Sitting

Well if you don't know my mom and her boyfriend have been out of town for a few days, so I, the cripple, have been in charge of the house for a few days now. I am very thankful to all the people who have come to the house to keep me company. I also know Gizmo has become accustomed to the people being around too and all the attention she gets. If it weren't for the people who came to check up on me and hang out with me this could have proven a very lonely time. I like to be alone sometimes, but when you are trapped in the house (which I haven't been out of in over a week) and there is no one else living with you, it can get real bad.

I was thinking about the above things today, and I began to wonder. When I am older and say I don't live near my family anymore, and I continue on the wide open bachelor path I am on now, if something like this happens again; what am I to do? I know that is kind of a sad thought, but my mom and sis have been very nice in helping me recover from this injury, without them I really don't know where I would be living now and who would be taking care of many of my needs. How does a single person get by in times like these? Guess I will know soon enough. I don't like to think about things like this nor worry about them, but then I never thought I would break my ankle either.

This little house-sitting thing my mom has me doing has been a nice break though from all the curfews and early mornings and long days alone. I have been able to have my friends over and they can stay as long as they want, it has been real nice. Some boys are coming over tonight, in about an hour actually, for some good ol video game action. This is good for a person who cannot walk very well, suits me just fine. In general though I wonder when all my friends will get tired of waiting on the cripple. The weather is getting warmer and sitting inside is not going to be near as fun, the sympathy will wear off, and the lure of bigger and better things will seduce my friends away and I will still be stuck with my loving walker Herbert. Well, only time will tell, I pray every day that my recovery will be faster than the doctors can imagine, and that I will be up and at least walking very soon, that way I can at least get myself around well enough. Well that is enough of this for now, the boys will be here soon, so I have to be ready to hobble to the door to let them in. Later

Extra Mile

Last night I had the distinguished honor of having the wonderful people of Crosswalk at my house for our weekly fellowship. I really liked seeing all my Crosswalk friends again, and especially the ones that were not able to come see me the Sunday before. I have a huge thank you to post from a surprise I got last night. Thank you so much to everyone who donated money in order to purchase me a t-shirt from the Hard Rock Cafe. I really love it. I am so glad everyone was able to come over and have fun hanging out yesterday.

In broken ankle news, my foot really no longer hurts at all. I assume this is good news. Swelling has nearly stopped so I can have my foot at a relaxed position as opposed to elevated all the time. Herbert has had an addition, he no longer is bald. Herbert has MANY curly strands of ribbon dangling from his bars. Can things get any worse? I don't know, and I have to take this walker with me to the doctor's office Wednesday. Thanks to everyone who has come to visit me, sent me yummy things to eat, or has just spent time with me; days get real long when you are this immobile. Everyone is welcome to visit whenever they want, just call me.

Everything is going well, I am going to try and make it to Crosswalk this coming week. I hear they have some girl named Andi Hill speaking, I have heard good things about her so I don't want to miss it.