Wheelies in the living room!

Its hard to keep an old dog down......this crazy grandmother has a problem sitting still. So need less to say I am not helpless even if i have one leg.

this all began years ago with a heel spur and planter facitis.  I would limp around and hobble in the morning. Have worn the fabric off the back of my tennis shoes in the past because of this ugly knot on the back of my heal.

The day all this happened I talked Kim into jumping off the board with me to see who could make the biggest splash. I did a can opener off a 6 inch board but needed to put my butt into it a little more.... so I challenge Kim for another jump.  Climbing up the ladder I said to him " you know we are too old for this.." yep i was right i took my little leap up in to the hair and i felt like I had been kicked in the calve muscle falling to the right landing in the water......I knew something terrible was wrong because I could not place any weight on that foot due to the pain in my calf.

Went to the ER and they confirmed I had a blown Achilles tendon and then left with my foot wrapped and crutches...........the pain was not bad at all. Didn't need any pain meds. Went home hobbled around saw the Panthers surgeon went to the hospital for the surgery and had some preop-testing done........I knew I was in trouble when one of the nurses asked me when was my last menstrual period? HUH who keeps track of that after 50?  I know I had one last month...........well......."we need to do a pregnancy test!"................laughing out loud i said if I'm pregnant you need to put me so far under (anesthesia) that when I wake up I want to see Jesus!

Well I did wake up and I am not pregnant, but my leg had been blocked from the knee down and my leg was heavy but feeling okay.  We filled the narcotics and it wasn't until the 3-4th day I was miserable with pain, nausea and in love with the pain pills........after coming out of that state of pain is when I did my first post!

Now, today I am still filling good but mad at myself for popping a wheelie in the living room, falling backwards with my little leg catty........

The real problem was that I was mad that I can't ask certain people to do things for me with out knowing that I am annoying them. I think If I ask to have something done after 2 days I'm allowed to be annoyed.......but me annoying, hard to believe. But my friend Doris once said if you want somethin done right you've gotta do it yourself.......you betcha!

So I roll my 200 lb leg into the kitchen fix me some lunch and realized that I had left my drink in the living room. I jumped on scooter and off I went to the living room, grabin my drink went to lift the scooter front up to turn it slightly.....it would have been slightly but that jester had and attitude with it and I flipped myself backwards falling on my back with the edge of the scooter seat up my crotch.  I was even madder then. I had already washed a load of clothes and wanted the floors swept which was like pulling others teeth.......so I had an ungodly attitude and see where it gets you, on your back with a peg leg stuck up in the air!

So I am trying to be patient....but after I cried about it and looked at the floors that were swept.... that Doris was right I should have done it myself....and that is what I did with Mr Swifter dry and wet!  I'm happier now even though i shouldn't have.

I will send you a picture someday!  Miss you all and trying to age gracefully!