Broken Ankle - Day 10

I have now made it over the hump and have [slightly] less than three weeks left before I can hopefully ditch the crutches/scooter. Two weeks and six days, to be precise.

Ever since I got home, my leg/ankle has been more sore, maybe just because I'm more aware of it since I'm not on vacation, or maybe because I haven't been elevating it as much. Or maybe both. It's mostly my foot and leg that hurt, rather than my ankle; I think the heavy boot might be contributing.

I feel kind of gross because I haven't been showering regularly since I need Derek's help to do so since it's difficult, and I also haven't been outside today yet because it was still cloudy when I usually have been taking my vitamin D break in the afternoon. Also, the kitchen is really gross since it's hard for me to clean up. I was a afraid I nearly hurt my ankle more this morning because the refrigerator was disorganized now and stuff was falling out of it when I opened the door.

Spent some time daydreaming about potential weekend breaks for our anniversary, which would come right after I get the boot off in September. Hopefully, Coronavirus will have decreased by then and there would be somewhere fun to go.

So not really any new developments to report today.

Broken Ankle - Day Nine

I know that in the grand scheme of things, especially in terms of recent worldwide events, a broken ankle is super minor. But my god, it's frustrating me.

I found an old lady who documented the days of her broken ankle progression online, and I thought I might do so too, maybe to make myself feel better. And hey, I get to practice writing, which aside from writing for work, I never do.

So here I am, at day nine of a broken ankle. I just got home yesterday from a really nice long weekend getaway at Wallowa Lake. Here's the view from the living room. Pretty nice, huh?

The first few days with the ankle, I was at home and using crutches, which was miserable. Then my husband rented a knee scooter for me, but I didn't start really using it until the morning we were leaving for Wallowa Lake. I felt pretty proud of myself that I was able to make my own breakfast and tidy up the kitchen that morning. I also figured out an easier way to get out of the house by hopping down the porch steps and then using the scooter through my neighbor's yard and down their driveway. (Getting back up the porch steps yesterday when I got home was quite another matter, unfortunately--I gave up and crawled. Humiliating.)

But during my mini-break last weekend, I was able to do everything with my knee scooter except go to the beach. I even scooted around a few blocked of Joseph's main street. So the trip was great, and wished I didn't have to go home. That weekend, when I took off my boot-cast for a shower, my ankle and foot were looking a bit better--less swollen. And the scab on my other knee with healing and starting to fall off, so that's a good sign too.

Once I got home last night, I felt very grumpy that I was now subject to the narrow hallways, hairpin turns, and tiny rooms of my home that are much more difficult to maneuver a scooter through than the spacious open floor plan of the vacation home, but I am getting used to it this morning. I am trying to be less grumpy today. The weather is really good, and I can sit on the deck in the sun, at least. Twenty-two days until my follow-up appointment, where I get a new x-ray, and hopefully the doctor will say I'm done with crutches/scooter and that I can put weight on the booted foot.

Here's a photo of Hell's Canyon, which I was able to see, in spite of the boot.

I'm Back and Have a New Rule

I have not posted on this blog since 2012 (I think). Whatever the date, it's been a VERY long time. But anyway, due to today's unfortunate, or thinking positively, mixed bag of events today, I am now going to post every single picture I take that possibly has any value to the internet from now one.

Why? What is the unfortunate side of today's mixed bag of events? My 2008 Macbook died. And not just in one one way--no--this sucker had multiple organ failure. But the organ I am most concerned with is the hard drive. At the Mac Store, after removing the hard drive from the [now] mere shell of what my computer used to be, they hooked it up to another device and a computer, to see if they could pull the data from it. Prognosis negative.

The hard drive spun, but the data could not be read. Maybe some other place could do it, and I will definitely investigate these avenues, but it's going to cost me a minimum of $200. Great. Wish me luck with this endeavor, because I fear I will need it.

You might be wondering why I am so concerned about recovering old essays, accounting homework, and law school notes I will never read again. Well, I'm not. But I WANT MY PHOTOS BACK!!! Many are stored on various places online, but not all, and I want them all back! Argh. Very upsetting. If I had made an online album of every single photo I've taken that was of even the slightest bit of value, I would not be in this situation now. But alas, I didn't. So from now on, that is precisely what I will do: backup my goddamn photos to the internet so no matter what my computer, phone, or camera decides to do, the photos will be accessible anywhere.

Now for the positive side of the mixed bag: I went out and bought a MacBook Air. It's pretty cool. No constantly whirring fans, it's fast, has up-to-date software, and the keys light up (ooh, fancy!).

So I have just now uploaded 195 photos to Flickr this very moment. So that's 195 fewer photos to lose when this computer kicks the bucket in a few years (better last a loooong time--this stinker was expensive!).

So here's a nice one that is saved on teh internets 4eva:

Hanoi  yo

Too Much for Saturday (in a good way)

There were too many fun things to do Saturday; we tried to make it to all of them, but didn't quite. Warm, sunny day, and the first stop was the Portland Highland Games. A one-day event, and $20 per ticket, we almost didn't go. But we did, and I definitely got $20 worth of entertainment out of it: a little Scottish food (sausage rolls, beer, Tipsy Laird, etc.--no Haggis though!) pipe bands, other Scottish musicians, vendors catering to the shopping whims of anyone who might have a smidge of Scottish heritage that day, and best of all, the Caber Toss. Strong men with too much time on their hands try to run with a huge 150-pound log, and then, when that gets to be too much, they try to throw it. Not sure how they judge it, aside from maybe who can run the farthest with it, but it's fun to watch. Also, I saw my friends Annie, Corey, and Sarah there.
OK, that was in Gresham. Next event is in St. Johns, or so I thought. We drive all the way across town to attend a barbecue that I thought was in St. Johns. Once we're in the vicinity, I turn on the navigation on my phone, only to discover that the barbecue was, in fact, behind us in Kenton. Oops. So we stop for tacos at Taqueria Santa Cruz, and walk down to the Cathedral Park Jazz Festival. Drink some wine, relax, and then the mosquitoes come out. Time to leave. Maybe we can still make it to the barbecue? Maybe.
By the time we get back to the Kenton area, it's 9:30, and I'm guessing it's too late: the barbecue started at 4:00.
Time to go home. Fun Saturday.

Beckham!

David Beckham is in the center of the photo, #23.

Saturday, we had dinner at the Kells Pub on NW 21st, and then went to the Timbers versus Galaxy match. It was an all-around great night, due to the following events:

• We took the bus to the match, and it was easy! It was convenient! The stop is 2 blocks from our house. I'm so glad to have the option again to take the bus places, because my last home didn't have much in the way of bus services--none at all on the weekends, in fact.
• The new Kells is fun, and I had the best Shepherd's pie, possibly ever, there. Good whiskey-based cocktails too. 
• At the match, I got to see David Beckham score 2 goals in short order! Yeah! Beckham! It's like "Footballers' Wives" live! The Timbers lost, but that's too be expected (sorry Timbers Army). Also, Derek got me a cool Timbers t-shirt.

 

Finally

• Derek came home smiling tonight--always a good thing.
• Had a great evening: cooked a very nice Greek-themed dinner, watched the Timbers game (they won!), and walked up to Mount Tabor.
• Discovered a little cafe a few blocks from our house nestled in at the very end of Belmont at the foot of Mount Tabor.
• Can sleep in tomorrow.

Moving is Rough

Derek and I have been moving all of our excessive crap over the last two weeks, and it's been rough. Tired and grumpy. But it's over now. We just need to unpack everything, and it's coming along. So I'm finally back to the blog. Here's the day's roundup of pleasantness:

• Seeing Erik Spoelstra today across the street from my office when I was coming back from lunch. 
• The kitchen is almost entirely unpacked and ready.
• I can now go straight home after work instead of running to my old house, packing up the car with old stuff, and getting exhausted.
• I'm going to bed imminently.