Just a girl writing in the blogging ring
Who are your current most favorite people?
My current favorite person is the young lady walking along the road, on my way to visit a friend. She jumped up and down and started running, and in my head it was for joy.
Joy in finding the right song during her walk
Joy and maybe news from someone she was speaking to.
It doesn’t really matter because for that instant she was my favorite person.
How do you want to retire?
Sailing the high seas on a sailboat has never been an idea I had for retirement. but in 2020, it’s suddenly became some thing we’re planning for, and all my husband’s idea.
Sailing grew on me quickly. I love it!
We have the RV, but will need to wait for the boat. I haven’t decided if this is a great idea. Sometimes living in a house just isn’t big enough.
And then being stuck out at sea for days, weeks, even MONTHS!!
Could get ugly. 🤪
~P.
Unwanted gifts from the ex that make you say, “hmmmm.”
A self-help book arrived in the mail for my husband from his ex-wife. Trust me, he is never interested in her gifts, no matter how thoughtful she thinks she is being. Cost over $10 to ship this surprise.
Keep in minds… she previously texted him all the reasons he should divorce me, starting with, I am a whore. 🙄
The craziest thing about this gifted book is she highlighted sections, redacted words and sections, and even cut out pages and an entire chapters titled, “When Hurt Hits Home” and “Ex is Remarrying” something my husband and I did in 2015.
She only wants him to get the self help she highlighted, taking plenty out that she didn’t agree with! I swear she thinks he should take her back, as she says she’s still faithful to him. 😳
Where’s the rest of the book?! 🤷🏻♀️
Who does this!?!
Crazy does. 😵💫
~P.
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.
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.
The internal (dissolvable) stitches forced their way out tendon, releasing 70% of what had been repaired. They did a second surgery.
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
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.
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
