When I shook my top in the bathroom this morning, a full serving of Cap’n Crunch and olive oil crackers floated to the floor. I crave something crunchy; we only thought of carrots and celery today. I managed to sit on the toilet, sort of spread-eagle, and picked up three cereal pieces and half a cracker. I brought them with me to the den. These days I’m popular with Murphy.
I miss cooking. Tomorrow, Dave is going to put a roast in the slow cooker. I’m going to coach him, step by step. And I miss painting. I have a first coat of chalk paint on some chairs and a dresser, and there’s a full lineup of walls, furniture, and cabinets begging for attention. I suppose it will all wait until I can be on my feet, and that’s going to be a little while.
I sit in the one comfortable, one-sided position. I list to the right, then prop up an elbow with a pillow and stick out my left leg. Sometimes the leg wants to rest laterally on the couch, sometimes it would rather hang over the side pointing toward the door to the porch. It’s a humorous picture.
Lying down is much more unreliable. Sometimes there just is no way to stretch out that works. So I just assume my contortionist persona and sit up. Reminds me of Rosemary Woods, Nixon’s secretary who somehow erased eighteen minutes of the tell-tale tape in the Watergate case.I have a much more honorable intention. It’s not necessary to sit or lie pain-free, only to reduce the hurt to a manageable status.
So Dave says I’m a demanding patient. I suppose I am. I have that man stepping and fetching as never before! He feeds me, cleans up after me, and even helps with a shower. (It’s really amazing how unnecessary it becomes to shower daily. I have found I can go four days without that rigamaroll–and, amazingly, I don’t stink!)
Who takes over my management duties for The Compound? Dave. He’s taking on CEO, CFO, and COO all at once, and all of that is more demanding than I am, personally. The man’s a saint.
But now I want to cook. I have to cook. I don’t know for sure what I’m going to make, but I see there are some spent bananas on the counter just begging to redeem themselves in some banana bread–with nuts. Now, if Dave will retrieve the the flour, and the sugar, I’ll be shaking walnuts out of my clothes by bedtime.
4 thoughts on “Cap’n Crunch & Crackers”
Love it! And the previous post, also!
I hate that you’re going through this. I remember that my pain was only relieved when my left leg was completely bent, ankle touching butt bent. I drove the car that way. But even that didn’t work when lying down. And as much as I hate surgery — it was such a relief. And I didn’t have the option of microsurgery (it was 20 years ago).
I just want you to get better — hopefully the cortisone will do it, but if it comes to surgery – that’s just what it takes. And I know you’ll do well! If there’s anything at all I can do for you…cooking is not something I can do, nor do you want me to try…just let me know.
Take care, Debbie
Thanks, Debbie Mac! When I did this in 2001, the comfortable position was knee to chest–and I drove that way, too. Now, this time, I really want to hang my leg out the door, and I can’t figure out how to do that without driving down the street with the door open! I didn’t have surgery that time, and I’m so glad I didn’t. This time, with the micro version available, I’m all for it!
hey, you………………let’s get better and back into that kitchen ………….I wanna taste of that yummy “pulled pork” you put together in Aptos a few years back !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m working on it, Pete! And the next time I’m at the Grillos’ house, we’ll have to have a pulled pork day!