End of July

As usual time is flying by. I've been swimming in my sons pool twice now since my fall off the ladder. My hubby helps me up and down by telling me to feel for the steps.

All is well with my hubby now. He saw the doctor last week Friday and was given a cortisone shot in the shoulder. It's arthritis and something he will have to live with it. The doctor seemed more interested in the watch I was wearing. The watch has diamond chips in it but I bought it for a song on Overstock.com. The watch makes me feel good even though I'm beer money.

I've been very busy knitting. I have a lot of wash cloths on my etsy site. The problem is they don't seem to be selling. I did finally finish a pair of socks and must finish another pair sometime this week.

So right now life is okay.

Not my idea of a fun day!

These are some of the many dish cloths I've been knitting and hoping to sell.
PLEASE TAKE A LOOK AT MY ETSY ITEMS. Waycross is just around the corner.

My husband hasn't been able to move his right arm since last week Saturday. Tuesday he finally went to Prompt care. He was told he had bursitis and was given a pain pill and told to put a heating pad on his shoulder. He was told to set up therapy and see an ortho doctor. Yesterday, Friday, we went to hubbys appointment. By now my temper and whatever patience I might have had were gone. My husband said the pain was radiating down to his hand and the hand was getting numb. The doctor says he should have a cat scan and I asked if it could be done immediately. Of course, that can't happen, silly me. Then the doctor decides that this might be a stroke. A wheelchair is quickly brought in and hubby is taken to ER. The nurse waits until Tom is out and on his way before she tells me to tell the staff in ER everything I've observed. Was it me? Did I set this all off? Were my remarks the cause?

On to ER I went and met my husband. It was an especially slow morning as we were put in a room immediately. The young doctor chick said she didn't believe it was a stroke after all. The shoulder was frozen. After one IV of pain medicine still no relief. Next a muscle relaxer was given. Still nothing. More pain medication and nothing. Finally morphin - twice and another muscle relaxer plus heat on his shoulder. The doctor appointment was at 9:30 a.m. and we were coming up on 3 p.m. My bladder was doing me in so I left the room. When I came back it was a miracle, Tom's arm could actually move. We were let loose. I told the male nurse that this really shot my day. My husband says I didn't have anything to do and I said how do you know. I gave a pretty good imitation of my husband over the week and I got a laugh for that from the nurse.

Although, it's a day later the shoulder is still not being used. I'm thinking who's going to cut the grass. Who's going wash the kitchen floor etc. etc. I'm hoping that the shoulder doesn't have a tear.

When a man is miserable they are so whiny. I'm so crabby.

To be continued . . .

Where Does the Time Go?????

Don't these mittens remind you of layed jello, a summertime treat.

Today I sit here with a sore bum. Thursday night my hubby was babysitting at our son's home. Hubby called me and said I should come over as the swimming pool was up. It doesn't take much to get me to go swimming as it's one of my favorite things. First off, the grandkids wanted to know what I had on. They've never seen their grandma in a swimsuit. Next came climbing into the pool. There has to be a better way. With hubby holding the ladder I made it up the skinny ladder and down into the pool. I had a lot of fun swimming with Sidney and Mitch. Sidney kept holding my hand. I think she thought I wouldn't stay up otherwise. Finally when it was time to get out of the pool it became more of a challenge. I got up to the top and turned around to come out. I've heard two stories of what happened. My hubby said I missed a step and Mitch says the ladder tipped. All I know is I lost my balance and fell backwards just missing the cement slabs. I scraped my elbow on a slab and came down on my back. I laid on the ground a minute or too to catch my breath sort of speak. The good news is that if I hadn't lost 88 lbs. over the past year I never would have thought about going in the pool. Now I'm trying to think of easier ways to get in and out of the pool so I can go swimming again with little injury.

On the knitting front I'm making a lot of dishcloths. Some one buy them please so I can go to Waycross in September. Pretty please!

I hope everyone had a nice 4th of July. We always go to the Racine Parade. I don't like going but it's one of the few things my husband likes me to go to. Since we can sit downtown in front of the Ivanhoe it's not a bad thing. I always walk in the bar and tell the bartender I'm Sara's mom. It's a perk!