I don’t know if there is an appropriate time to grieve. I feel like I have been grieving for my mother for the last four years. I’m relieved she is out of her confusion state. Anxiety and mental health are just as much of a ailment as pain or diabetes. Just because its invisible, doesn’t mean it’s not its own type of pain. She is out of pain.

We took a trip to Texas to visit Hannah and Family. I absolutely LOVE this Family. It’s a little weird when people hear I’m spending enjoyable, quality time with my husbands Ex. She and I have so much in common, it’s no wonder he married us at different points. I don’t want to post too much info, out of an overboard online paranoia, and healthy respect of privacy. But I’m SO happy we had this week together.

Unfortunately I injured my leg the first day we crossed into Texas in the RV. My lovely husband who was very eager to see his grown daughter, decided the three of us adults would take turns at the wheel and drive straight through…. (well we did stop from 2am to 6am when none of us would do well driving). ANYWAY, on the 3rd day in the RV, I braced myself from a turn or stop while I was up fixing sandwiches. And BAM! my left calf ‘charley horsed’ on me like a squirrel on a transformer.

Don’t get me wrong, Texas was amazing and fun and adventurous. We got to shop at Magnolia Marketplace, the grassy knoll where Kennedy was assassinated. I got my hair done at a fancy place, that happens to also be where Hannah is currently working. And lots of good Texas food (also pickle beer, but I don’t think “good” is the right adjective).

I tried to “walk it off” and went back to work like a good girl Monday and Tuesday, but it had swollen up so much on me those 2 days working, I threw up my white flag and asked my Doc (Dr V.) to check me out. One lookie ultrasound scan and she kicked me out of work for the next 2 weeks! Dang! 😕😖 Apparently I have a bad gastroc muscle. Or lots of fluid where a gastrocnemius muscle should be.

Oh yeah and I go to Jacks appointment yesterday to see if he needed his arm cast since he took a fall the day before the funeral….. Dr. R. his orthopedic Doc (who I never had met) asked about my boot and the minute I say “gastroc” he says “I know exactly who you are! Dr V. and I talked about you yesterday! I have something for you.” and gave me a wedge for my boot. Haha, embarrassing. side-note: Jack did not need a cast, cause….  super-bones!

So here I am bedridden and catching up on all the podcasts, TicTok challenges and Netflix series I have missed over who knows when the last time I sat in-front of a TV. Whoo Hoo 😦

But on a positive note, my boys are excellent caretakers. I’m fed well and got lots of help around the house.

I found my newest favorite podcast, HypochondriActor. It’s comedians and actors telling their medical stories. Lessons in medical advice, medical history…… Right down my alley.

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I'm trying to live the most meaningful and intentional life possible. Minimalist, Vegetarian, Fierce protector of a full night sleep, Mother, Wife, Daughter -caretaker, Sister, Friend, Nurse. Sharing day to day life with family and friends. A quest to minimize effects of Alzheimer's Disease. View all posts by KaGardn1