Limbo, pain in my butt, angry birds, and other things of little consequence

You know, when you don’t post a blog for a few days, people start wondering why….. Well, nothing much to report….

I am kind of in limbo. Floating in the aether, waiting on my legs to get here. They were shipped late in the day on Tuesday. I didn’t get a tracking number, so I don’t know what the status is. Bummer.

So, here I float, waiting, and waiting and waiting….

I got a start yesterday, when a delivery guy showed up, but he was just delivering a set of gloves I had ordered. Those of you who have ridden mountain bikes with me will probably remember my love affair with Specialized brand gloves. Thin, soft, supple, and really grippy!

Well, I ordered a new pair. I wanted to be able to stuff the fingers with pillow stuffing. You know, so it looks like my fingers are there. When you go out in public as I am, that is the first thing people look at, even before my legs. You might think wanting to hide my hand is silly, after all the things I have written about. Well, I can’t tell who has read what, and I can’t see the looks on your face when you read it.

So, your anonymous to me. The kids in the shopping carts at wal mart, though, aren’t. Their open mouth stares kinda freak me out. The looks everyone get on their face when they see my legs is pity, I can understand that. The looks of near horror at my hand, though…

Don’t get me wrong. My hand looks really good for what it is. You can hardly tell where the suture lines and surgery scars are at. Warren Briedenbach is one of the best hand plastic surgeons out there. He did a good job. My hand is all smooth skin. But still, I get the looks.

Anyway, so I wanted to fill the fingers, right? I asked mom if she had any pillow stuffing, as she is a wiz at sewing, and has all kinds of supplies. No, she didn’t think so, but would go look. There I am, sitting at my desk, cutting wire to make a shape for my non existent finger and thumb, when mom comes back and says she may have just enough to fill the fingers.

I look up, and she has a kitchen trash bag overflowing with the stuff! That bag was bigger than me… Just, enough, aye, Mom?

Any who, I got my glove done.

Ever play angry birds? I have it on my iPad. My brother and sister in law came for a visit, and I got her addicted. Shooting those silly birds from a slingshot at pigs is kinda fun. I try not to play very often, because I can get sucked into a vortex and find myself three hours later still playing!

Anyway, as we sat there at the kitchen table taking turns, I came to a realization….. Angry birds is good therapy for my left hand. Using it to pull back that sling shot on the screen actually loosened up my hand and fingers. I wonder if I can get insurance to pay for the super eagle upgrade? I mean, it’s therapy, right? 😉

And on to other things… There is a chair in my folks living room that has been my bane since I got home. It is the first chair I got into when I got home from the hospital, and it is leather with an ottoman. It took me ten minutes to get out of it back into my wheel chair that first time. I almost didn’t make it, even with a slide board! Freaking chair!

So, the other night I joined the family in the living room to watch TV. Into that chair I got. No problem. I have progressed quite a lot with wheel chair transfers since I got home. This leather chair is not as slippery as the leather couches. So, after an evening of television, moving back and forth in that chair to stay comfortable, I got rubbed raw, on my tail bone!

Still that chair is my bane! Argh! I can’t lay down flat right now because, essentially, I have a freaking bed sore on my hind end. I can get in and out of that leather chair no
Problem now, but it still got me! That chair is just evil…… Freaking chair!

Well, that is about it for this blog, not really much, I know, but hey, not much to report!