Greetings! Sorry I haven't been blogging for a while. Things have been crazy here. I don't even know where to begin. So, I may repeat myself.
We made an offer on that condo. The inspection found the roof to be in need of repair, plus two sinks were leaking underneath. The seller wouldn't fix anything, so we backed out. Then we looked at a house that would have been perfect for us, all we'd have to do is rip out the carpeting. We would have to sell our house to buy it. We made an offer, two other parties did, too. Seller accepted the offer from someone who did not have to sell their house.
Then we made an offer on the mobile home we started out with. It was accepted but we had to sell our house by September 12. It didn't. We decided we tried three times, and it didn't work so we were meant to stay here. We unpacked the storage pods that held the excess furniture, etc., that the realtor said to do to stage the house. Now we have boxes everywhere.
Over a week ago, one evening I got out of the recliner, put my left foot down and was hit with excruciating pain. I couldn't put weight on that foot. We have Vic's dad's walker here, so I used it, sitting on it and maneuvering with my right foot. The next day we went to Urgent Care and sat there for several hours waiting for our turn. When I did get to see a provider, she had x-rays done. There was no break, which I didn't think there would be because I didn't fall. It was inflamed, maybe osteopenia, and there was a bone spur. I was told to go to my PCP and a podiatrist within a week. She gave us an Rx for a wheelchair.
Earlier this week I went to my PCP. She is in the same building as a podiatrist! She had him come and see me. He was able to see the x-rays and said there is no bone spur there. He gave me an injection in that foot and explained that it could be a pinch in whatever sheaths the foot.
I'm still in the wheelchair. I'm still in pain. The door jambs are all chipped up now and in need of repainting! The worse part is getting up in the night, as a person of a certain age does. There is thick carpet in the bedroom. The other night my pj's got tangled up in one of the wheels and I couldn't get it undone so I just took the pj's off. I didn't want to wake Vic up. I had to walk on the sore foot, which was horrible.
I can't do much of anything. I thought to myself, what if? What if we were trying to move right now? All things work out the way they are supposed to, I guess!
I've still been writing letters to the nursing homes, Meals on Wheels and assisted living facilities. Since Feb. 26 I have written 427 letters for this purpose, plus my regular pen friends. And cards to family for birthdays, etc. If you are interested, the website is Letters Against Isolation.
I have beautiful roses on my writing table. Vic picked them from the yard. A vase of yellow ones and a vase of ivory with hot pink edges.
I'll try to do better about posting here!
Happy Autumn!
