I’ve been trying to write something for over a week now. Actually, more like two or three weeks, but who’s counting? I started an article about what happens when the “what if…?” happens and there it has stayed: started, partially written, not finished. Maybe that’s because the “what if…?” is still happening. So I decided to write an update kind of thing instead. Here goes…
Most of you know that I took a tumble at the end of April. Early Tuesday morning, April twenty-eighth, to be more precise. Five weeks and two days ago. I expect that my main injury, which was (and is) a sprained ankle, will be taking a few more months to completely heal, but the other things, the crashed knee, the bashed palms of my hands including the embedded freshly-oiled asphalt chunks, the scraped elbow, have pretty much healed up, although that knee is still tender if I kneel down on it. My ankle has shrunk almost back to normal size and the remaining swelling has made the ankle joint (for lack of a better name) stiff and painful to move. One of the side effects that I didn’t expect was the total body lack of energy that happened. Just moving was such a challenge, so I didn’t do much of it. The out-of-balance thing that happened as a result of trying to walk without putting much weight on my right foot threw my entire physical structure out of whack. I finally located a chiropractor who has helped straighten things back out – and thank goodness for him! At least I can walk more evenly now. That’s a good thing 😀
So along with that update is this: I’m not the most patient person in the world, because I want it now, of course, whatever it is. Being a bit physically incapacitated has helped somewhat with the impatience because it’s made it more challenging to get around, get things done, go places. And then, not wanting to be “only injured,” I added something else: a couple of weeks ago, I caught some “little kid germs” as they flew by me and I’ve been pretty sick – fever, major congestion, horrible cough; in short, a nasty upper respiratory infection. Oh, and laryngitis. No voice. The combination of all these “sick things” has kept me down so it’s also allowed my body to heal up from that crazy tumble. I guess there’s a silver lining to that dark cloud after all!
And then, this morning, I woke up feeling like I was finally re-joining the human race! Yay! I think I’m over the hump, sick-wise. My ankle is just going to have to take it’s sweet time healing and I’m just going to have to be impatient about it. I think we can do this! (“we” being me, myself and I. Doesn’t everyone refer to themselves in the plural?)
I’ll be staying here in Las Vegas for a few more weeks at least, until I feel confident that I can drive some distance with my ankle as it is, and as I build my stamina back up so I have enough energy to drive more than an hour or one hundred miles, whichever comes first. I’m thankful to have a place to stay while I recuperate, and as you’ll see in the next paragraph, very grateful for air-conditioning in the house!
Summer has finally arrived here in Las Vegas – the temperature tied the record for the all-time high of 107F last Sunday. Yes, it was hot, but it was only 9% humidity when I checked so say what you will about heat, but dry heat beats the bejesus out of humid heat. I’ll take it hot and dry any day over not-even-that-hot and humid. The temperature has settled back down to the low 90s this week but next week it’ll be going back up. I’ve been trying to make some sense out of my trailer and doing so in the heat makes it a tad more challenging but it’s also easier to try and make sense while it’s sitting in my cousin, Tracie’s, driveway rather than sitting in a forest somewhere. I’ll take what I can get at this point.
Tracie’s husband, Bill, finished the repair on the front right corner of the trailer – there apparently was a water leak long before I owned the trailer and the supporting piece of wood had dry-rotted away, leaving nothing for the screws to screw into. He stripped away everything that wasn’t “good stuff” and replaced it all with new wood and new screws, as well as new butyl tape. He fixed the lock on the outside cubby door and fashioned a new door jamb piece for the main door into the trailer. No more rattling of either one! And now I’m tearing things apart inside the trailer, down-sizing and re-thinking everything I have in there. (I crack myself up at that “down-sizing” thing: it’s 65 square feet! Really? Most people have a bathroom in their house that’s bigger than my entire home! Ha!) All my canned and boxed food is going to the local food bank, which I do once a year anyway – keeps the food rotated and the food bank gets some food; it’s a win-win. All the “old” blankets and sheets are going to the local charity thrift shop, as is anything I haven’t worn in awhile. I’m fairly pared down already so there isn’t much but this way I can shop for “new” blankets and sheets and clothes at the same thrift shop I’m donating to; again, a win-win! Yay!
Let’s see. I think that’s about it with the update. I’m thinking of a new adventure and when I get it more solid in my mind, I’ll be letting you know about it. In the meantime, have fun, go find an adventure, and I’ll see you out there on the road somewhere!