This Southern Belle's Musings

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Thursday, June 09, 2005

Time Flies ...

I find it difficult to believe that it has been almost a week since I last updated.     But, the calendar doesn't lie; it merely keeps showing us the passage of time.

I was so excited by the news I received last Thursday from the doctor that I could drive.     It was as if I had been released from prison.     And, yet, on Friday, when I had "permission" to drive, I never left the house.     I admit it; there was a bit of fear keeping me from stepping behind the wheel for the first time.     After two months of no driving, I was afraid to attempt my first trip solo.     All of the verbose rantings were just that -- hot air -- as I was apprehensive to go it alone.

I did do some "walking" about the house on Friday -- of course, with crutches and a cast -- but, still, using some of my weight and maneuvering ... precariously ... tentatively ... with less artificial assistance, and more dependence on my own balance and mobility.     I even took a book and hobbled outside to soak in a little sun.     Saturday was relatively the same; I was still a bit apprehensive about venturing out on my own but, after my s.o. arrived home Saturday evening, we ran an errand, and I drove.

Sunday was a turning-point for sure.     My s.o. asked if I wanted to take a ride on the Harley.     I said "only if he would bring me both of my Harley boots."     Granted, after I took the cast off, it took me almost fifteen minutes to get the one boot on the right leg over the bandages but, after I got it on, it wasn't going anywhere.     I strapped and laced the boot up, and I was basically as stable as I would have been in the cast.     I hobbled downstairs to the garage, propped my crutches up in the garage, and managed to get on the bike without too much trouble.     The ride was glorious!     My s.o. took me my Applebee's for lunch.     I even managed to get off of the bike (without looking [too much] like a cripple), and he helped me into the restaurant (it helped that the boot is as stiff as a cast!), and they seated us near the front (not too much walking).     Again, it was like being released from prison!     When we returned home, our Harley-riding friends called to ask us to come down for an impromptu pool-party (just the four of us).     A nice, relaxing end to a busy day.

Monday, I drove myself to a doctor's appointment.     It was a bit scary, but I managed.     It was my first visit with this new doctor, as I was establishing with a new internist (something I had planned to do since we recently moved to a new State, but had to postpone since I broke my foot/ankle and was housebound for two months).     I was very pleased with this doctor's manner and professionalism, as well as his consideration to family history and previous medical history.     He also asked about my last mammogram, and had his nurse call and schedule an appointment for me prior to leaving his office to have my scan (I have a family history of cancer).     Afterwards, I went to Red Lobster for lunch, and one of the manager's sat and chatted with me over lunch since she hasn't seen me since my accident.

Tuesday, I saw my stylist, who managed to rescue my hair from its horrific state and bring it back to some semblance of normalcy without too much trouble.     He -- in my opinion -- is a miracle-worker, but he says he just brilliant, and that's that.     Either way, I feel normal again, and I have him to thank for that.     After my appointment, my s.o. met up with me and we popped in at Pier 1 and picked up a set of pottery dinnerware (dinner plates, bread plates, bowls, and large mugs) - each in hunter green, brick red, sandy yellow, and pumpkin (similar to feista-ware), along with a cool spice rack (filled with spices), and two CDs with great beach/pool music.     After that, he took me to the Japanese restaurant for sushi (ebi and unagi), and hibachi chicken/shrimp/scallops with fried rice and vegetables.     Delicious!!

Wednesday, I was scheduled for my mammogram.     For some strange reason, I was groggy all day.     It was as if I couldn't keep my eyes open.     I finally got up and made it to my appointment.     After my appointment, I popped into a little boutique to return a purse that I had purchased the day before my fall, and I was given store credit.     Instead of coming back later to shop, I decided to look around at the new items they had received since my last visit.     They had gotten in some very cool earrings (very bohemian!) and I ended up spending not only my $38 store credit for my return, but an additional $30 on top of that.     But, I got some very, very cool jewelry in the process!     After I arrived back home, I just kept falling asleep (I told you I was groggy!).     In fact, I slept for two hours at a time, would wake up for a few minutes, and fall right back to sleep . . . this happened all afternoon, and into the evening.     I finally went to bed around 9 p.m., and didn't get up until this morning around 8 a.m.     I wouldn't have gotten up then, except I had telephone calls to make, and business contacts that needed to be dealt with.     Also, the (new) maid was scheduled to arrive at 11 a.m. (I fired the last one -- long story -- but, not a pretty one).

I have been contacted by my old newspaper (column), and have been asked to return as a weekly columnist.     I accepted.     I have also been contracted as a design contributing editor for a home & garden publication.     I accepted.     I am proposing a (limited) partnership to an acquaintance on a business venture for a new business prospect.     I hope he'll consider it a viable option.     And, I'm looking to broaden my NETWORKING options.     Anyone care to join me?

But, right now, I think I would like to take a little nap . . .

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