TLC

I've always known that my dear, sweet Jimbob is voluntarily helpless, but I didn't realize just how bad it is until I got hurt. He even said that he doesn't like this taking care of other people stuff. Not that he's done all that much. I'm surprised he hasn't hired a home nurse.

My biggest problem is that I have a hard time dressing myself since I'm unable to move my left arm. Yes, there are millions of people who dress themselves every day with the use of only one arm, but I have no practice at it. Although the past two days I did manage to do everything except hook my bra.

You just don't realize what muscles you use on a daily basis until you can't. Of course my kidney and cracked ribs are still pretty cantankerous, but something as simple as getting up off the toilet was excruciating at first. My right arm (the uninjured one) suddenly seems about 2 " short for the mundane, personal things in life that I've grown accustomed to doing.

Showering is exhausting and styling my hair with one hand is...interesting at best. I have the world's straightest, baby fine hair and the wet puppy look doesn't help the self-esteem issue. Sweat pants and big t-shirts are the preferred dress. Anything that fits (touches) is painful.

I haven't been able to sleep in bed since I got home from the hospital. I tried, but since my entire left side is a mass of unsightly bruises with accompanying aches, once i got in bed I couldn't move. Oh sure, I could flop my legs around like a baby octopus, but it was as if my upper body was nailed to the mattress. Getting out of bed to go pee, was stressful. You know? There is a time factor involved in such silly little actions.

Tomorrow I go see the urologist so he can tell me that I had a serious injury and need to stay home a least another week. Like I hadn't figured it out yet. I guess I just don't bounce like I used to.

My boss called yesterday to see how soon I was coming back. They're finally recognizing the fact that we're seriously undermanned, In spite of what Wonder Woman has said, she can't do it all. Tee Hee. And when the boss remembers that I'm going to be gone the first week in August...well let's just say he's not going to be happy. All I can say is, "Bite me." I'm going to be there when my grand daughter is born. Or at least as close as possible.