Winter Cold Moon
The cold, just a bit of thickness left. The knee. Stiff in the mornings now, but becoming more supple. P.T. this morning at 7:30 am. Work. Still not back, though soon, maybe even today. Sleep. Sigh. Episodic and mysterious.
This new knee has been a difficult thing. Much more difficult than I imagined. Still, the positive elements of it have begun to assert themselves. It will take time to get my muscles back to their pre-surgery, pre-arthritic knee level, but that’s o.k. I have time.
I see my internist, Lisa Gidday tomorrow. She asked me to come in. Didn’t say why. It’s always a little disconcerting when your physician asks to see you. I’ll find out soon.
Kate’s in a much cheerier place now that the endoscopy came back normal. If momma ain’t happy, then nobody’s happy. She has Bailer Patchworkers today, a sewing group that meets at the Bailey Public Library. Very close to the library, but across 285 to the south, is The Happy Camper. Kate’s sewing days often end in a drug run. I’m getting another couple packages of Cheeba Chews, Indica (a strain of M.J.).
Ways the divorce creates upset. Through Jen’s lawyer Jon has been told that he can’t go to the Pontiac St. house to get the remainder of his things until closing. The kicker with this is that Jen has moved out to a condominium and no longer resides there. The restraining order specifically mentions the house, however, and without her permission he can’t get in. Frustrating. To put it mildly.
We had some snow last night, about an inch, similar amounts expected over the next couple of days or so. The cold has gone. Winter is firmly resident now, but in that peculiar Colorado way of snow, then melt. We had chinooks, snow-eaters, yesterday. These are warm winds that roll down from the continental divide toward the Great Plains. We’re in the way. Gusts up to 90 mph. More on them in a later post.
Two good friends, Allison and Tom, have recommended I see Lion, on my list for this week, especially now that I’m mobile, both on foot and behind the wheel. Yes, the knee is becoming much less painful though strength and stamina will take a while to regain. Not sure whether it’s the drug cocktails I’ve been taking or what, but sleep has become a precious commodity again, not easily found in batches long enough to feel rested. Ick.
surgery was December 1st and much of the first two weeks + I spent in a narcotic haze. Or so Kate tells me. The remainder of the month has been physical therapy and figuring out how to manipulate the meds so they help me rather than hurt me. Not an easy task.
The grandkids have been here since December 23rd, with the exception of one day. That means a full house, lots of zigging and zagging. Adding Hanukkah to the mix leaves empty boxes, unfurled wrapping paper and gifts cluttered in the living room. Lots of watches this holiday: Ruth, Gabe, Kate all got watches. Too. There were legos, several games like Pandemic, Mexican Train, Rock of Archimedes, Mille Bourne, an assortment of clothing items like socks, ski jackets, t-shirts and the odd book or dvd.
Gabe enjoys the dogs, sometimes too much. Yesterday he squeaked and squeaked and squeaked a nerf football at Kepler. Eventually, Kepler told him to stop that. He did.