You are here: Home / shut my mouth and write
May 28, 2023

Visitor Ignored

By · Leave a Comment

Have you ever went to visit someone and they ignored you?

They say they want you to visit, but they do something completely different with other friends, right in front of you. Video games or hang outside while they vape weed or nicotine.

They decide to go somewhere to eat, but you just ate. Didn’t know eating out was going to be an option.

You sit off to the side, bored, wondering why you were told to come over. You didn’t expect others to be there, chatting away about things you don’t understand and don’t want to. You went from being the priority, to forgotten package in a side bin.

They’re all chill. You leave and vow that’s the last time.

Will it be?

~P.

Filed Under: Life Short Stories ·
May 28, 2023

Protected: My Sunday Meltdown

By · 3 Comments

This content is password-protected. To view it, please enter the password below.

Filed Under: Divorce, I Used to Drive a Mercedes ·
May 22, 2023

Nope to broke

By · Leave a Comment

Have you ever broken a bone?

While I’ve never broken a bone, I ruptured my left Achilles tendon on January 19, which I’m told is far worse.

Yeah me, being that overachiever at all things.

Photo 3/16/23 is after my cast was removed and stitches snipped. Everything seemed to be going well.

A few weeks passed and I picked up an infection. The doctor’s didn’t act fast enough or maybe I should’ve pushed more for immediate care, but it got out of control.

April 24 deep infection

The internal (dissolvable) stitches forced their way out tendon, releasing 70% of what had been repaired. They did a second surgery.

The removal of these stitches was horrific. I cried.

After the surgery and 2 weeks of the cast, the stitches and cast were removed. I had only 30% attachment but the doctors are quick to say it could grow stronger through scar tissue build up. Doesn’t that sound so reassuring?

I made it to the beach this past weekend to attend my friends wedding. I’m just starting to walk again now in late May. Praying and staying positive to be able to one day do all the fun activities I love.

I might skip long-board skating in the future. But, maybe not!

Not broken, just on the slightly damaged shelf for now…

Pattie

Hanging with the Hulk in Ocean City, MD.

Filed Under: Severed Achilles tendon · Tagged: ,
May 22, 2023

Protected: The Day She Said Yes

By · Leave a Comment

This content is password-protected. To view it, please enter the password below.

Filed Under: I Used to Drive a Mercedes · Tagged:
May 13, 2023

Bird Watching: the cat and I enjoy watching the birds. I admire their beauty and grace, and Cinder thinks, snackable.

By · Leave a Comment
Site icon
Bird Watching: the cat and I enjoy watching the birds. I admire their beauty and grace, and Cinder thinks, snackable.
Filed Under: Pets · Tagged: , ,
Feb 20, 2023

Back to the boot

By · Leave a Comment
Before stitches are removed

The best part about going back to the boot is….it comes off easily and I can have a REAL shower. I’m so happy about that I could throw balloons in the shower with me to celebrate! (That’s not a bad idea…)

I need to put the boot on when I’m up and moving around, but sitting on the couch, I can take it off. Last night I didn’t wear the boot while I slept. When I wake up and even move a little, I instantly remember I’m injured.

The additional stress of this injury and my inability to move around without further injuring myself has been overwhelming. I fell last Tuesday (hurt my right shoulder) and Thursday after my doctor appointment. My cast was removed and the stitches in my ankle cut out. I was given care directions and finally could leave. I was thrilled to have that “cinderblock” removed from my leg.

We made a quick stop on the way home. After leaving the store, I came to the end of the sidewalk into the parking lot and my cart stopped, but my body didn’t. The pain was excruciating as my foot touched down and didn’t have my boot on yet. It was at home, forgotten.

Brian and several people came running to me, but I had to lay on the ground withering in pain before even attempting to stand back up. I couldn’t stop moaning and even put my hand over my mouth so everyone in the parking lot wouldn’t hear my wallowing. It took a good minute or two before I even wanted to try.

After the parking lot fall.

Safely back into the passengers seat, we headed home and my moaning turned into crying. Poor Brian didn’t know what to think. He asked if I needed to go right back to the hospital. I shook my head no but couldn’t speak. I did have some pain, but not enough to make me cry.

“What do you need? What can I do?” he asked in earnest, truly wanting to make me better.

I finally blurted out, “My ankle’s ok but I want my mommy!”

He wisely just let me cry it out, as there was no substitute for my mom. When I’m at the end of my rope, mom is my go to.

We visited my mom yesterday. I told her the story of falling in the parking lot and crying I wanted my mommy. We laughed and laughed. My mom knows the frustration I’m going through and it was wonderful to see her and share this little sliver of life.

I know someday when I cry and want my mommy, I won’t be able to just go visit. Cherish everyday with your loved ones.

Wednesday is my first day of physical therapy. I’m excited to get started. I’ve had PT in the past for injuries, none this serious, and had great success. I feel positive I can get back on track. No jump roping for a long time. Maybe even never!!

Healing ungracefully,

Pattie

My left leg is SO skinny. Good thing muscle comes back quickly.
Filed Under: Just Life, Severed Achilles tendon · Tagged:
Feb 7, 2023

February already

By · Leave a Comment

Just watching my life fly by….from the couch.

The month of Love has arrived. It snuck in while I was under the influence of pain meds. Now Valentine’s Day is nearly upon us and I have zero ideas for a gift for the hubby. I can’t even promise a good time, but I will be good company.

I’m currently in a plaster cast. It’s like having 2 concrete blocks on my leg. My toes are constantly cold and I haven’t been able to wash off all the doctor “signatures” on my leg. I covered my cast with a plastic bag and saran wrap and was able to kinda shower. If you’ve ever been laid up and tried to shower without getting certain parts wet, well, it’s a struggle. I still feel like a graffiti board.

The next appointment (and cast removal, I hope) is Feb 16th. I am excited at the thought of losing the cast and just having boot splint to wear. I still will be non-weight baring but it is a step in the right direction. One I am permitted to take.

SO FURRY!

Several friends and family have stopped by and I greatly appreciate the visitors, gifts, good ideas and prayers. The restrictions and inability to move around is worse then the pain.

I’ve also resigned to having hairy legs. Keeps me warm.

Keep on smiling,

Pattie

Filed Under: Just Life · Tagged: ,
Jan 27, 2023

Least sexiest boot ever

By · 3 Comments
It’s completely severed. Damn.

Things were a bit rough today. It was hard to hear my Achilles tendon was completely severed. That it would not just grow back together if left unattended. I would be able to walk, but it would be nothing like what my active life has been. With surgery and good behavior, I could start to “kinda” walk again in 6 weeks and even have a full recovery in a year.

Spring is right around the corner and I have plans, so my goal is to be walking in April. Not sure how long I’ll need to wear this sexy boot after my cast is removed. Big Boots don’t work well on Boats. Big Boobs on Boats is a whole different story.

In other news, Tesla has her driver’s license after completing all necessary requirements and passing on her first try. The car her dad “surprised” her with for Christmas (that she has to pay for) is sitting in his driveway. She can’t drive it unless he’s with her because he doesn’t feel she’s ready yet. But, if I want to put insurance that covers her on the Volvo we bought her, he doesn’t care if she drives it to his house. Yeah, you read that right.

Also, Tesla started reading my old blog posts and has encouraged me to work on writing my book. We had a long conversation and I told her sensitive things that I have never blogged about because I didn’t want her to hear about them for the first time reading my blog.

As times passes, things get foggy. I am thankful I have all my blog posts and boxes, yes boxes, of paper notes. I’m going to need memory joggers.

Lastly, Matt is living with Brian’s parents. He won’t be moving back into our home.

I’m heading to bed. It’s been a day of disappointment, pain, aggravation and emotional hurt. I’m done.

Tomorrow is a fresh day,

Pattie

Filed Under: Dreams, Just Life ·
Jan 22, 2023

Just Jumping Rope. Gravity Wins.

By · Leave a Comment

What happened? You fell down.

There I am, getting my ass to the gym, trying to stay somewhat healthy, and even improve. Yea me! I was feeling great warming up with my new rope and . . . someone kicked me from behind.

Brian gave me a speed rope for Christmas. Not sure how other wives might feel about that, but, I loved it. I finally remembered to cut it off the cardboard and take in to workout on Wednesday. On Thursday, Brian was at the gym too and watching me jump rope, even commenting on how well it was going. My gym mates are really good at jumping rope. Some look like they are effortlessly dancing, often to a song only in their head.

I was watching them and decided to give it a try. I’m decent at jumping rope, I just can’t do it very long before I get hung up. But I keep trying, it’s all about keeping the heart rate up. Sometimes, I don’t even use the rope, I just jump around and swing my arms. No one cares.

No sooner did I start trying to jump “fancy” I got hit in the back of my left leg. It happened so damn fast I didn’t even realize I was on the gym floor, until I was there. One of our trainers, John, who was starting class in 2 minutes, looked down at me. I’m not sure if he recognized my confusion. I looked behind me, certain someone had accidentally kicked me, or I had crashed into equipment.

There was nothing behind me. Not a fucking thing I could have tripped over, other then my ego from thinking I could jump rope like the twenty-some-year-old, next to me. I actually asked what happened and both John and Brian, who was behind me, said it looked like I rolled my ankle. That does make more sense.

I tried to stand up and I couldn’t. I moaned and felt my stomach lurch. Oh Lord, please don’t let me barf on the gym floor. That would be horribly embarrassing. The guys tried to help me stand up and I felt my world start to close in and get dark. My stomach began to roll and I realized the reality of throwing up AND passing out on the gym floor. I HAD to get out of there.

John and Brian picked me up and carried me to the door. People were coming in as I was being carried out. I wish I could have said, “wait till you see the other guy.”

I didn’t go to urgent care until Friday afternoon after my Facebook friends insisted I needed to see a doctor. And, hey, they were right. The doctor said I severed my Achilles tendon and the end is probably up in my calf. I told him I was going to hope it’s not completely severed. He smile and responded, “you do that.”

Tuesday afternoon is MRI day. I’ve been on the couch for 2 days. I’m probably going to be immobile for weeks and then have months of recovery. That is going to suck.

I have never had to slow down like this before. I think about my mom and how she is chair bound, for probably LIFE. She will most likely never walk, and I will most likely, will have a full recovery. I’m going to suck it up and make the most of it with 3 goals.

  1. Don’t be down in spirit.
  2. Blog about anything. (Someone I don’t know once referred to my blog as a “Mommy Blog and train wreck I can’t stop reading”. Sounds accurate and thank you.)
  3. Follow doctor’s orders.

One or more of these may be difficult.

~P.

Filed Under: boxing · Tagged: , , ,
May 16, 2022

Lower Chesapeake Tour Part 3

By · 2 Comments

“Nude Sailing Morning”

The next morning I woke up disoriented, and it took me a moment to figure out where I was crashed. I crawled from my tiny burrow and poked my head out of the cabin.

Couldn’t ask for more

It was gorgeous! Warm and sunny, just beautiful. I was excited to get up top and look around. I still had on my sweatpants and shirt from the night before. It was pretty chilly overnight. We didn’t run the heater thought, because I actually like it cold.

I definitely didn’t need sweat clothes, in fact, I didn’t need any clothes. There wasn’t a soul around. Well, there were some huge freighters far off on the bay, but we were like ants to them.

Brian already had coffee made and waiting for me. I shed my clothes and went up top into the sun. Brian was taken back, but also smiling, “those ships have giant binoculars.”

You’re naked.

“Good, let them look. Might be the best part of their day.”

“Could be”, he responded, shaking his head.

I ran around the boat taking pictures. It was such a freeing moment, and I got such a kick out of it. So did Brian. We pulled anchor and set saiI, no motor needed. I blew up some balloons and did eventually put on my swimsuit as we got closer to Thimble Shoal Lighthouse.

There were a few boats around, and we even saw some nut jump off his boat and swim in the bay. I did consider it, because my skin was on fire, but I knew the water had to be freezing. Hard pass.

Yes, that evil grin…

From the lighthouse we headed to Hampton, VA. I cooked scrambled eggs in route. It was one of the most challenging cooking experiences I’ve ever had. I couldn’t keep my balance even though we weren’t in rough water. Just cruising at 4 mph tossed me around and I crashed my shoulders and legs in galley. It took me 20 minutes to cook 6 eggs, and they were worth every bump I endured.

As we ate our breakfast, a scary “kill you dead ship” passed by looking intimating as hell next to our tiny sailboat. Our boat seems HUGE in the driveway, but not so much next to these enormous ships. Go US Navy!!

Made magic happen here
Brian makes magic disappear
Just passing through

We already had a slip booked for the night, and tried fishing as we sailed, but caught nothing. I couldn’t wait to get back on land and explore Hampton. There was a restaurant I researched that had rave reviews. My enthusiasm waned a bit when I learned I picked a place 1.5 miles away. I already was boiling inside my skin. But, Brian said, “come on, it will be fun.”

Coming soon Part 4. Where’s the Damn Shade?

Thank you for reading our adventures. Please let a comment on my blog or Facebook!

Were you expecting to see the nudes?

~P.

If you enjoyed this post, check out the full series starting here!

Happy Birthday Sailboat

Filed Under: Sailing Happy Daze · Tagged: , , , , ,
«Previous Page
Next Page»