Weekend Coffee Share – 9/3/22

Good morning! I am fresh from a good night’s sleep aided by Imitrex. Please join me for some coffee or tea and please excuse the mess (and the fact I haven’t showered in over a week). You’ll have to serve yourself as I am on mandatory bedrest.

I had my foot surgery on the 23rd and survived it. So far anyway. I have six incisions in my foot and two very long pins sticking out of two of my toes. I have a photo, but I am not sharing. It’s not at all pretty. After a week of recovery, I had to make an emergency trip into the doctor due to my foot being numb/icy and constantly with pins and needles. More concerning is not feeling any pain. The pins and needles were to be expected as the nerves regenerate, although it should be shocks of pins and needles, not constant. Turns out my foot is extremely swollen and as a result, my nerves are compressed. There is blood flow to my foot so that is good. The doctor poked around on my foot and was quite pleased when he found the one spot that had me squeal in pain. “That’s a good sign” he says. Hmmmm. I know I am supposed to have pain, and I may have a decent tolerance, but this is not right. Anyway, I am on mandatory bedrest with my leg elevated with instructions to “do absolutely nothing”. I am scheduled to get my sutures out Thursday – God Willing.

If we were having coffee, I would share that I am so looking forward to Fall. Autumn is my favorite season and no, not because of pumpkin spice. We have an apple harvest festival here every year during the first two weekends in October and I do hope I am able to walk again by that point. Although we go there for apple everything, there is also a ginormous pit beef stop that is TO DIE FOR. Of course, I cannot eat the buns, but that’s ok. I slather that beef up with horseradish and bbq sauce and eat it with my fingers. I am not shy.

The “party” house

If we were having coffee, I would share that my husband and I met up with an old friend (Tom) last Sunday. When we were teenagers, Tom’s house was the place for many parties. So many people in our small little borough were acquainted with the parties held there. The infamous party house was being sold and we went to say “goodbye”. We had a lot of laughs remembering those days. We all reminisced on is how different our borough is now. When we were teens, the police (who unfortunately knew many of us by name) were less rigid. Our parents let us run wild. But then again, the biggest “drug” then was pot. Heroin and the scary shit out there now was not heard of except in the big cities. And, our borough was close-knit then. Everyone knew everyone. My husband told the story of an event where his BB gun barrel was bent and he tried to shoot it – he hit a kid in the butt. The kid’s father was a state trooper. He was going to press charges, but the borough police told the trooper that my husband was scheduled to leave for basic training and that would cause problems. Instead the trooper made my husband go to church with him and his family. Nowadays, that kind of concern just doesn’t seem to happen anymore.

Well, thank you all for stopping by. Thanks to Natalie the Explorer for hosting! I hope you all have a great start to September.