Status update

Knee surgery was more complicated than expected…as it turns out I had a “bucket handle” tear in my meniscus, which also needed to be fixed (or it would probably cause arthritis later). The surgery ended up taking until almost 4pm, instead of being done at noon.

The good news is that the meniscus will heal better in conjunction with the ACL replacement than it would alone (due to the …ew…blood that’s floating around, helping it to heal). And it probably would have needed surgery eventually anyway, so i guess it’s just as well.

That being said, I’m a lot more “banged up” than I expected — my knee is really swollen and hurts like the dickens. Thank heavens for codeine. I’m a little freaked out by the whole thing, as the leg brace that I have to wear is probably a few pounds and is making it *really* difficult to do things (like stand up :-( as it throws my balance off. Recovery time is longer with the meniscus repair too, so I don’t really know yet how long I’ll be out of commission.

The codeine has made me a little loopy too… I don’t remember a lot of what happened (which is probably good), but I’m also not good for much.

Lots of worries here… but I’m trying not to panic. I *will* get better…just not sure how quickly.

Coinkydink?

This weekend I was more than a little antsy about the surgery…every time I thought of it I got the willies and became wonky and/or sad.  Sometime Sunday morning, working under the assumption that “expectation setting” was often a useful thing, I told Jeff that I would need “treats”* during my post-surgery recovery.  He acknowledged and said he’d thought of that already (yah!).

Last night was the worst night I’ve had in a while.  Had a devil of a time falling to sleep — flipping and flopping and worrying about my knee for hours.  Eventually I went to sleep, but when I awoke this morning I was still feeling ookie and strange.  When Jeff asked how I was, I told him that I felt a bit “off” but that I’d had a good dream involving a label-maker (I think, in my still-sleepy haze I may even have mimed the turning of the little wheel and squeezing of the little the handle to make it clear what I was referring to).

This label-making dream set off the OCD demon and so this morning I began to search for a label maker…I’d looked on eBay and was in the process of investigating Staples, since I knew Jeff had to go there anyway this week to return a mousie, when I found a nice little (new-fashioned, electronic) label-maker at a good price.  I emailed Jeff the URL and asked him if he thought it was a good label maker.

He then came into my room, carrying the label-maker.  Which he’d bought for me *yesterday*.  Before I told him I’d need “treats”.  Before I had my dream about label-makers.  Before I remembered my dream about label-makers (I don’t usually remember my dreams).  Before I even told Jeff my dream about label-makers (I don’t normally tell Jeff the dreams I do remember).

Freaky.

Nice label-maker, too!

* treats = small presents, toys, tasty food, ice cream… you know — the good stuff

I’ve been dreading posting to LJ, ’cause I’m, well, honestly, a bit compulsive and obsessive (I know, all you guys that know me are shaking your heads in astonishment now) and there’s so much that I’ve not commented on, it now seems like a thoroughly daunting process to even *try* to catch things up with any degree of clarity, consistency or completeness.

I suppose I should just give up my anal-retentive desire to have a *complete* update and just start talking again, eh?

Christmas was lovely. Michigan was cold and remote, but beautiful. There are many tractor dealerships there. Jeff’s family is tres normal, which is pretty nifty. Our visit with Paul and Kate (outside London) was wonderful. I had my first real Christmas pudding, complete with booze and flames! The dollar being so low compared to the pound made After Christmas 50% Off Sales nearly meaningless. Huff the hedgehog was even cuter in person than he is in photos. I think I’m only a little allergic to him (but that might still be too much). Department stores in England have *fabric* and *yarn* and *notions*. London was cold and windy, but fun. Harrods still does a great tea and if you try to eat all the wee sandwiches and pastries you will not want dinner until waaaaaay too late to get dinner (say 10pm). Wagamama is the best noodle place ever. Plum wine mixed with fizzy water makes something vaguely cider-like. Germans celebrate New Years in a very raucous fashion. Fireworks (even the biggish ones) are apparently completely legal there. Even if you take a regional jet like Ryanair between London and Germany, you still need to remember that you’re crossing borders and you’ll have to do the whole customs thing (no, I wasn’t smuggling or anything, it was just a lot more rigmarole than I was expecting for an hour long flight). I took some pictures (which aren’t adequately labeled. Sorry).

(ok whew.)

The biggest thing on the horizon is that I have to have knee surgery (ACL reconstruction) on the 22nd, as my knee went “flippy” twice over the holidays (this is twice more *after* the original injury on 12/2). I am more than a little ookie about this, but honestly, I’d rather get this over with (pay for the pain up front, as it were) than continue to have my knee give out (“pivot shift” is the technical term for the badness) while doing completely normal activities like shifting position while sitting (I kid you not). Ick.

The good news is that my doctor, Dr. Higgins, seems to be very well-regarded in his field. And I trust him (which is worth a great deal in and of itself). I’m getting an allograph (contrast: autograph, from one’s own tissue), which means I’ll get a dead guy’s knee bits. Sorta ookie about that too (which is funny, since I am an organ donor!). Though it’s outpatient surgery, they want to keep me overnight for observation — and apparently as long as I don’t stay more than 23 hours it’s still outpatient! Odd. I go over to the hospital on Thursday for my “workup” (which sounds like something the mafia would do to me …) . (It’s a good sign that he travels with the Duke basketball team, right? They wouldn’t trust those knees to just anyone…)

Things are further complicated by the fact that the movers *were* scheduled to come the 15th-17th to load Jeff’s stuff on the truck, after which it was going on a merry journey of time-killing while he looks for his pied-a-terre in NY. Apparently the stuff can live on the truck for up to a month with no charge (and, in doing so, probably see more of the country than I have!), which is a very good thing, as he hasn’t even looked at places yet.

With my surgery now scheduled for next week (and they couldn’t do it this week), Jeff had to scramble to see if the movers could switch their pick-up to the week of the 21st. Of course the only day they had open was the 22nd, so we’re hoping the timing of the surgery itself and the desire of the moving dudes to come get his stuff don’t directly conflict. We’ll work it out one way or another, because if nothing else I can drive myself *to* the hospital…it’s just driving home on Wed. that will be out of the question.

And this weekend we went up to Maryland to go to Jeff’s friend Carolyn’s daughter Charlotte’s First Birthday Party. Then, on Sunday, we IKEA’d. All very good, if a bit exhausting, and it was a good distraction from the urgently logistical mess we’re in at the moment.

Not thinking about my knee. Ew.

WTF?

I just got a call from the NRC asking me if I wanted to come to a dinner with President Bush!

(me, thinking I didn’t hear correctly): Pardon?
(her): (blah blah dinner Bush)
(me): I’m sorry, did you say ‘Bush’?
(her): (blah blah Bush dinner National Republican)
(me): I’m sorry, no thank you.
(her): but…
(me): I’m really not interested.  I don’t support Bush.

I was nice and she seemed to understand, but … what in heaven’s name did I do to get on *that* list?!?

Let’s see:

  • Uterus still owned by own self:  check.
  • Belief in equal rights under law for all people regardless of race, creed, color or sexual preference: check.
  • Stock in major oil companies: no check.

Bizarre!

What’s going on?

(1) I have from now until JANURAY 4th off!!!!  (I only found out yesterday that we get the third as the “New Year Holiday day” — Hooray! — and I have too many vacation days left to roll to next year, so I have to burn them).  Am planning on sleeping, reading, sewing, seeing friends and generally relaxing which I understand is Good For You (and which apparently which I didn’t do enough of this year), *except* for the following:

(2) This weekend is the Annual Norman Family Dysfunctional Christmas Shindig so we’re heading for Charlotte.  In addition I’m “doing Christmas” with my Dad (aside from the ANFDCS) and my mom and Grumps.  Busy, but have high hopes for familial harmony.

(3) I am doing family things *this* weekend because on the 23rd, I am heading to Michigan (!!) to meet Team Bacon (actually I’ve met most of them, but I’m meeting the second sister for the first time) and see East Tawas (a place so small that you had to drive a half hour to buy underwear when Jeff was growing up) for two days, then to London (to see the friends Paul and Kate who have the hedgehog http://www.lintqueen.com/craft/misc.shtml) and then to Germany to meet up with the BMW riding group for New Years.  This being the first time that I’ve actually “done my own thing” for the holidays (though perhaps exchanging my family stuff for a two-day snapshot of someone else’s  ;-) I am ecstatic (with a tinge of guilt around the edges).

Happy happy!!! Call or email if you want to do something next M, Tu, Wed or the 3rd, 4th.  :)

So, I had half an update written about thanksgiving at Fearrington (which was lovely) and hadn’t yet started the update on the craft show (which was fun) or my knee (which is much better than expected, being that I didn’t re-tear the MCL as I’d thought, I just strained the ACL, which I’d torn eight years ago while limboing at a wedding reception), but hadn’t posted/finished any of it because of the huge head-cold I managed to get last weekend.  Urgh.  I can’t breathe.  Head full of cotton fluff.

The good news:

I had a good first day at the show.  Enough happy interested people that I feel pleased and enough of my things to new loving homes that I’m happy.

The bad news:

I busted my knee again.

The good news:

I had loaded in before it happened.

The bad news:

ouch.

The good news:

Because it was at a high school they had a spare wheelchair they could loan me.

The bad news:

I’m just as bad as driving a wheelchair as I am at driving shopping carts.

The good news:

Mom brought me my crutches and my Vioxx.

The bad news:

Vioxx might make me die.

The good news:

This happened on a day where I could pretty much sit on my rear and be nice all day anyway.

The bad news:

Jeff was in NYC.

The good news:

He was coming home tonight anyway.

all told, I’m still being positive.

Follow-up

Remember I’d mentioned that my high school chemistry teacher had contacted me out of the blue recently (upon discovering that he’d be in town on business and that I still lived in town).  We missed each other that time (due to some strange eating disorder that my road runner email account had developed), but he emailed me last week to say he’d be in town tonight.

And we had dinner!  (sushi…mmmmmmm)  What a blast!  It’s so funny, because when we met I was 16 (going on 17. really) and he was, well, an “adult” (who, as it turns out was only a few years older than I) and it didn’t much occur to me that we had much in common (admittedly that entire year my head was elsewhere… was rather lucky I didn’t fail out!).  So it truly amused and pleased me to have such an enjoyable dinner — turns out we even like much of the same music (and he plays Banjo, which is nifty)!  I guess I might be an “adult” now too…

(BTW, still recovering from the ache-eee-double-hockey-sticks that was the last two weeks at work.  More later.)

Quotes

Recently I’ve been cleaning up and throwing out, which, considering I could easily play the role of the Mother of All Packrats (at least in the off-Broadway run), is a big fuzzy deal.  In the process of the purge (doesn’t that sound like the title of a movie?) I found of one of my old Dayrunners (for you young’uns, that’s an Old Skool PDA), which contained (amongst other non-perishables such as my telephone list and a page of Tigger stickers) a single sheet of quotes.  I *think* I said these.  (Google doesn’t think anyone else ever did, at any rate).  Anyway, they struck me as funny, so I repeat them here (and that way I can throw away the sheet of paper too  ;-);

  • Twizzlers are the Cornflower Blue of candy.
  • The movie was so bad we’re taking stars away from the movie listed under it.
  • We not only have a legal leg to stand on, we’ve got a bike to ride home if we want.