I had 2 @home physical therapy appointments this morning. The first was to remove the Friday surgey bandages, clean it and re-wrap it. First time I saw how many places my ankle came out. I saw three. The 2nd one was funner. Therapist was nice looking and shes setup my wheelchaire properly for me. The one I was given at the hospital was new (still in plastic Wrap condition), but it was loose everywhere.
For me only being 5"9", I have legs that are 31". The chairs leg position was setup long enough for my legs.
It's all setup good now and she's trying to get me a walker, too.
Without a walker, my left leg or right leg is gonna give out eventually, as I have to grap onto wall trim and the the sink to get to the toilet.
From what both therapists said, I'll have the white non-gauze wrap and splint for probably atleast 6 weeks. It will probably be 8 weeks before I can walk on my own or ride my bike again.
Funny thing is I was on my friends 26" mountain bike when it happened.
I had to order a tube for mine early that morning, as most store's don't stock 27.5" mountain tubes.
Everything probably would've been worse, if I were on my bike
The lady that was laughing, as her dog came after me has a surprise coming.
Definitely contacting my 911 buddies this week and finding a good attorney to give the info., too,
Then by the time that's all done, I'll be able to walk Sebastian and let him have a snack.
She hit my 3-strike limit on Tuesday morning.
Strike 1: Didn't call or attempt to stop her unleashed dog.
Stike 2: Laughing about it, prior to dialing 911.
Strike 3: Hiding my friend's bike from him until Friday. I gave her my and his address and she only live's 7 houses past me and 8 past him.
Anyway my 200mm. red led Cooler Master fan arrived Friday.
My bike tube got hear yesterday. My friend next is putting it on my bike later today for me.
My dvd-rw, is supposed to arrive tomorrow.
If I can get somebody to move my old pc, monitor, keyboard and mouse tomorrow, It will be done and go on Craigslist tomoorow night or Tuesday morning.
P.S. The ankle must've been my medical curve-ball for the year.
The ankle hospital stay definitely had it's own curve-balls, too. At least on the hospital and nursing front.
Didn't call my own doctor's.
Didn't give me my G.E.R.D. medication or blood-pressure medicine for my kidney disease.
Never called my endocrinologist (Diabetes) or Nephrologist (Kidney disease.