DelilahDeb
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April was a very mixed month. Finished two months hard labor as the cheapest slavey on my rental house with the prize at the end of the day a pair of new tenants who come with three years of landlord references describing them as "the perfect tenants"! So far, they live up to billing. Moreover, that hard labor has paid off with a good sound appraisal on the re-fi. But.
April, part deux, stunk. On the 20th I was doing a little touch-up painting while I waited for my contractor to arrive to finish off the laundry room, took a topple off the plastic stepstool that compressed as I tipped, spring-loaded my feet towards the outside wall from a distance of inches…and broke my leg with a nasty spiral fracture than ran from breaking the ankle corner off my tibia all the way up to cracking a long crescent off the inside top of the fibula—with the passing stress in the middle to turn the ligament banding my ankle together into jello. And because I didn't know I had broken it,** felt up the mildly sore ankle and winced, limped gingerly to my car, and drove myself to urgent care for an x-ray.
**I passed out for a split second in mid-air—I recall details up to the topple point and the plastic stepstool rebounding me into the house, and then after bouncing off the house at about a 55-degree angle, from which I achieved a fairly soft landing on the padded part of me with a tidy roll-out…but I have no memory of the "exciting" moment. The docs at urgent care and later at orthopedics kept asking me how I had done it, and over the next seven hours I slowly reconstructed the accident from physics and my memory either side of the micro-amnesia. I'm glad to have missed out on that memory but had no notion that I'd broken anything, never having broken a bone in my life.
So, result? Surgery on the 21st to screw my tibia back together and pin the tib and fib together for the next couple of months. While I live the life of a one-legged woman for the duration.
Ever try to dance a Maypole in a walker on one foot? No, I did not attempt it. I said happy Beltane and called it good.
So, May? Well, a returning sub (glanstat was on a business trip for the latter half of my April) followed all of this by email and on another site, and presented me with a brand-new Kindle plus Amazon gift card to load it up! Love my Kindle already, and he gets huge brownie points for insight! Yeah, reading is how I survive medical down time, hide from pain, spend sleepless nights, and enjoy myself to begin with.
Spring is very pretty but I adjusted to enjoying it from behind windows when I was fifteen and defined hell as having hay fever and spring fever at the same time. So if I must be house-bound for 2–3 months, well high hellish hay-fever central is a good time for me to snuggle up to my air cleaners. Dammit. I had notions of getting out of Dodge for a few weeks of the worst of it this year, instead. No chance.
I'm just grateful that I should be mobile on two feet by August—able to attend Paradise Unbound, and maybe Leatherwoods. I'll see.
Lady Delilah Deb
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