Shades of Caddy Shack!

Warning: This video clip may be offensive to some.

I've always been in the habit of leaving things at the bottom of the stairs to be taken up when I go for something else rather than make multiple trips. Yesterday was no different. I got half way up the stairs and remembered that I had left a few laundered items that needed to be put away. I turned around and I slipped--I was in socks and the stairs are wood. Bad combo. I didn't fall all the way down the stairs, but my instinct made me grab the railing and I think I pulled every muscle from my neck to my feet. My back, of course got the worst of it.

It was physical therapy day, today, so after a sleepless night I got up in miserable pain. Part (most) of me really did not want to go, the other part said I had to go. So, I literally dragged myself. I had a hard time getting from the truck to the building and the pool. I felt like I was a hundred years old.

When I got in the pool to warm up, I was glad I had opted to push through the pain because the water felt so good. Fifteen minutes into the session, the lifeguard blew the whistle, oh, no! "Everyone Out of the Pool". The culprit? A little tiny boy on the other side of the pool--learning to swim.

The rule is no one allowed back in for 30 minutes after the pool is cleaned. Rather than wait, I decided to leave so I wouldn't ruin the therapist's schedule as she had another client after me. As I said good bye I told her that I knew what to do, from now on, if she hurts me. So, at least we got a laugh out of it. I was surprised that even just 15 minutes of the water made the walk back to the truck better. Must be that my muscles need loosening in the morning which is my worst pain time. They have promised the first afternoon appointment they have open, they'll give to me, but apparently everyone prefers the afternoon--probably because their pain is worse in the mornings, too.

Susan, my daughter, has been staying with me. Last weekend her appendix ruptured. She had emergency surgery and was in the hospital until Tuesday. She received excellent care at the hospital where she works--VIP treatment! Doctors and coworkers stopped in to see her--all wishing her well. Nice people. So that's where I spent most of my weekend. The surgeon told me that she was very stoic...tell me about it. 

She still has a drain in, but is hoping a post op visit to the doctor tomorrow will change that. So, it was scary and she dodged a bullet, as the doctor told her--appendix was actually in two pieces. She's amazing...she's off getting a haircut at the moment and has pretty much resumed activities with the exception of working out or anything strenuous. Amazing that someone who might have spent two weeks in the hospital with a big scar not that many years ago for the same thing, is out and about in less than a week.

I feel very badly because I didn't think it was anything serious because she didn't present with the usual symptoms. She really should have been in the emergency room a day earlier. By her demeanor, I would never have guessed that she anything other than a good old fashioned stomach ache. Susan has been a life saver since my surgery. She's done all my shopping, walked Jack, and countless other things to help.

I just discovered that I didn't move my Turbo Collage over to this new computer, and I can't start the old one up. Drat. So until I can replace it, I'm just going to put a few random pictures of my dear, Susan. Maybe if she reads one day, she'll know how much I appreciated her help.

DOH, I did move the application to this new computer.