Why is it getting so difficult to write a simple post lately? My posts have been very far in between. I have plenty to say but just too darn lazy to share. Oh my gosh, I just realized that old age is setting in. That's it... It happens to everybody and it will happen to you too...
Talking about old age... Most of you know that I injured my foot on November 3rd. It swelled up and was too painful and too tight to put my work boot on. As a matter of fact, it wouldn't fit in my boot even with a thin sock.
This past Monday, Nov 16, I had a doctor's appointment for a regular prescription renewal. I was limping and my doctor insisted at looking at my foot and was concerned enough to order X-Rays and sent me to the hospital. I got X-rayed right away but waited in emergency for 4 hours just to see a doctor. It was not how I had planned to spend the day...
After an eternity people were called in one by one and I patiently waited for my turn to be called in.
I saw this doctor holding a piece of paper walk in the waiting room. He looked at the piece of paper and looked around the room and I thought he was going to call my name. I was getting pretty famished by now and my guts were letting me know just how hungry they were.
The doctor didn't called any name and went back in the emergency room...
I waited some more....
After what seamed like a long time, he came back out with his piece of paper and again he looked at it and looked around the room. He even glanced at my foot but again he didn't called any name and went back in. Suddenly, he reappeared with his paper and called my name. I got up and said, "That's me" and walked in. He looked at me and said, "It's BROKEN, it's broken and you're walking on it? I can't believe this, you're walking on it... You are one tough lady, one tough lady. " I said, yes, I've been walking on it for 13 days. He showed me the X-Ray and it was very broken. The swelling had gone down and I was wearing my sneakers and looked like everyone else. He was expecting a senior in a wheel chair with her foot up.. lol
He thought I was doing so well that he opted out of putting a cast and a walking boot. I was pretty glad not to get a cast on. They are horrible... I know because I had one on the other foot but that's another story...
I'm back at wearing my work boots and caring for the calves. I baby my foot and I'm not climbing ladders yet... my son Vaughan is helping me at the farm and George is milking for my son.
During my resting period I have finished edging all my rugs and I finished edging my grandfather rug. It's about 24 x 24 inches. Now I'm all caught up and I'm feeling lazy and spoiled.
Of course, my grandfather was a very handsome man and I couldn't capture his real portrait but I'm pleased that I, at least got this far. I wish I could draw like my granddaughter. She's an amazing artist...
Stay safe and happy everyone and welcome to my new follower.
Thanks for your visit and comments. I really appreciate them.
JB
Talking about old age... Most of you know that I injured my foot on November 3rd. It swelled up and was too painful and too tight to put my work boot on. As a matter of fact, it wouldn't fit in my boot even with a thin sock.
This past Monday, Nov 16, I had a doctor's appointment for a regular prescription renewal. I was limping and my doctor insisted at looking at my foot and was concerned enough to order X-Rays and sent me to the hospital. I got X-rayed right away but waited in emergency for 4 hours just to see a doctor. It was not how I had planned to spend the day...
After an eternity people were called in one by one and I patiently waited for my turn to be called in.
I saw this doctor holding a piece of paper walk in the waiting room. He looked at the piece of paper and looked around the room and I thought he was going to call my name. I was getting pretty famished by now and my guts were letting me know just how hungry they were.
The doctor didn't called any name and went back in the emergency room...
I waited some more....
After what seamed like a long time, he came back out with his piece of paper and again he looked at it and looked around the room. He even glanced at my foot but again he didn't called any name and went back in. Suddenly, he reappeared with his paper and called my name. I got up and said, "That's me" and walked in. He looked at me and said, "It's BROKEN, it's broken and you're walking on it? I can't believe this, you're walking on it... You are one tough lady, one tough lady. " I said, yes, I've been walking on it for 13 days. He showed me the X-Ray and it was very broken. The swelling had gone down and I was wearing my sneakers and looked like everyone else. He was expecting a senior in a wheel chair with her foot up.. lol
He thought I was doing so well that he opted out of putting a cast and a walking boot. I was pretty glad not to get a cast on. They are horrible... I know because I had one on the other foot but that's another story...
I'm back at wearing my work boots and caring for the calves. I baby my foot and I'm not climbing ladders yet... my son Vaughan is helping me at the farm and George is milking for my son.
During my resting period I have finished edging all my rugs and I finished edging my grandfather rug. It's about 24 x 24 inches. Now I'm all caught up and I'm feeling lazy and spoiled.
Of course, my grandfather was a very handsome man and I couldn't capture his real portrait but I'm pleased that I, at least got this far. I wish I could draw like my granddaughter. She's an amazing artist...
Stay safe and happy everyone and welcome to my new follower.
Thanks for your visit and comments. I really appreciate them.
JB
