November 3, 2012
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Time….The Beast….Me
TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM
Don’t forget that today (well, at 2am they always say) is the day to turn back the clocks one hour. Like people are going to set an alarm to 2am and then get up to turn back all their clocks. We have this one clock that is what they call a perpetual motion clock. I CAN turn the hands on the clock but there’s no place for a battery or to wind it up. It has this *arm* on it with four balanced balls that is responsible for keeping the clock running. It’s been running for years now and is amazingly correct. We inherited it (were given it) from the Beast’s father. I keep waiting for it to stop but it never has. So strange.
The Beast looks much better now and the bruise on his heel seems to be healing. The cheeks are almost totally back to his regular skin color. His eyes look better now and almost all the stitches have dissolved on his eyelids. I am only applying the ointment at the outer edges of his eyes where the stitches can still be felt. He definitely feels better and isn’t scary looking any more. Dammit.
Oh, and a word about Windows 8. The Beast put it on one hard drive that had Windows 7 on it and all his various folders and programs. He also put it on a clean hard drive that had nothing on it. People, he hates it. It’s not the least bit user friendly and it’s very obvious that it was designed for a touch screen. It’s adapted for use with a mouse but, since it’s not user friendly and has no obvious areas to reach anything, it is like a puzzle. Once you discover the secret of how to start reaching various things, you find that most programs now require two or three different movements to reach them. He’s decided we will keep our Windows 7 for a long, long time. On to other things……
I feel great these days. If I’m scary looking, it’s natural. The Beast admitted to me that the stitches from my carotid surgery made him think of the Frankenstein monster. He’s shocked at how little of it you can see now. You really have to look. There’s some you can see at the lower part of my neck but I have to turn my head to the side for you to see it. Chewlee thought that was *amazing*.
About the only problem I have is the pain on the soles of my feet. The doctor tells me it’s neuropathy but I believe that it’s more that I dislodged some of the bones in my feet when I fell. All the doctors were worried about was healing the open wound on my heel and the area where the amputation of my big toe was. I told every doctor that I really felt my feet needed to be x-rayed but that was ignored. I’m going to insist on that when I see my regular doctor in two weeks. I’ll let him then set me up with the orthopedic doctor again only HE won’t be able to ignore my request this time. He HAD set me up with an appt. at the hospital for my feet once but, when I got there, I found out he had cancelled it until my wounds were healed (his nurse told me). I was really upset over that because I know that it becomes more difficult to correct any displaced bones as time goes on. Now it’s been 11 months. I’ll make you a bet I’m told I will have to live with the pain. Wait and see.
It won’t be fun but it all depends on whether or not they continue my pain medication also. Poor Bratfink should be given medication for her painful knees and ankles and I believe one hip bothers her a lot. But do they give her pain meds? NOT! I think that’s incredibly cruel of them. Of course, they would prefer surgery over living without it. It’s like they punish you for not doing what THEY want. I’ve seen her when she gets up from a chair and while walking. The pain makes her break out in a sweat and there’s nothing you can do for her (unless you have a stash of good pain pills. She has some tramadol around but it will only help get rid of a headache for her. Not strong enough.) I love her much and hate to know she’s in pain but she says the vodka is a blessing in disguise. A couple drinks and she no longer gives a shit about the pain…..LOL
The result is that her pain keeps her trapped at home. She’s not able to do many of the things we take for granted. Driving, shopping, going out to eat at a restaurant. It’s an effort to go to her doctor’s appointments but she grins and bears it.
Goodnight and love you all. Stay safe, turn your clocks back and have a great Sunday.
