Like every school morning, I made Rhett’s breakfast and packed a lunch. I layed out his clothes, fixed his suspenders, helped him put on his shoes and socks, and encouraged him to pack up his school stuff in his backpack. At the last minute, he couldn’t find his keys. I took the cushions off the 2 sofas, searched the kitchen and bedroom and felt the pockets of his Sunday clothes. No keys. Then I took Rhett to school, watched him go in the building and went home.
While in the apartment lobby I asked if any keys had been turned in. Nope. I was told that if I didn’t find them right away, I needed to have the front enterance fob deactivated immediately.
I got in the apartment and dumped my purse on the kitchen table in case they somehow got in there. Then I proceeded to take every cushion off again, plus move around all the furniture. No luck.
I then went around the apartment looking in every obscure hiding place I could think of. In desperation I tried his Sunday clothes again….felt every pocket and shook the clothes. I was gasping for breath and heavily sweating. Even though I had done it three times, I put my hand in each of his pants pockets. I turned the first one inside out to be sure. In the second pocket, my hand just kept going and going. There was a hole in it! Right where the pants folded in half over the hanger were the keys! One key on each side of the hanger. That’s why they didn’t make noise. I guess I have a pocket to mend!
I sat down to rest and take my morning meds. I finally got hungry enough to heat up my half of the breakfast and eat it.
Then I slept from 10 to 1. I didn’t sleep well last night because I refused to take a narcotic. I haven’t had any today, either. It’s not that the pain is gone, it’s just that taking that stuff for too long scared me. Also, getting Rhett ready each morning wears me out! I need a nap after all that.
At 1 PM I knew I should go to the store for the remaining things on my Thanksgiving grocery list…but I didn’t feel very well. I psyched myself up, got the reusable grocery bags, my clipboard with grocery list and grocery flier and went out to the car with that stuff, my bucket on wheels and walker. I loaded up the stuff in the back and went to the grocery store.
The second I parked, I went into a big time panic. I realized I had left my bags, list, purse, etc. I flew home. The bags were still sitting on the curb where I left them…but my purse wasn’t in there 😮
That’s when I remembered I had cleaned it out on the kitchen table. I was sooooo thankful my phone, ID’s and money had been safe the whole time! What a ditz-brain!
I then went back to the grocery store and found everything on my list. I still had time to take it all home and put it away before it was time to get Rhett. YES!!! 🙂
I actually had to wait maybe 10 minutes at the blind school. Rhett somehow started going cross country on the grass instead of the sidewalk. I yelled for him to stop as he was at a curb. He yelled back “No I’m Not”! Then did a running fall for maybe 6 long steps. I thought he was a goner, but he righted himself when he hit the car.
Next I was taking him to a doctor appointment. His shirt was covered top to bottom and front to back with dried on guacamole and about a board’s worth of sawdust. Yuck!
Once he was safely in the car, Rhett told me that he made guacamole for chicken fajitas in cooking class…and he sanded his toolbox in shop class. Yup…that explained the shirt.
We got a young guy. I asked him how old he was. 30. I told him how old it makes me feel to have doctors my baby’s age.
He is sending us to a lymphedema clinic. He said I can go for my leg, too 🙂 Rhett will hopefully get something between flimsy ted stockings and brutally tough compression stockings.
I am glad the doc saw him today! I have never seen Rhett’s good leg with such bad pitting edema. The bad leg wasn’t as swollen as the day I made the appointment, but was half again the size it should be. Rhett now has to get an echocardiogram to see if something is wrong with the right side of his heart.
Before the exam I had to help Rhett take his clothes off. After, I had to help put them on again. I was so tired that I snacked on crackers and Mexican dip when we got home, then went to bed to rest for an hour.
Then I realized Rhett had worn his last clean underwear today. I dragged myself out of bed and did 2 pairs by hand. Ugh…my leg hurt too much to sleep…but maybe I am truly worn out this time.
I did put bag balm on my leg tonight 🙂