Snowmageddon 2019 continues

When we moved into the house last year, we saw that the patio roof was missing a support.  No big deal, it's a light metal roof.  I looked for supports, but couldn't find one that matched, and let the matter drop.  Well, that was a bad decision.  Big D woke me up today by telling me that if I heard a loud crash, it was the patio roof collapsing.

Took the pics after we had put the wood post supporting the missing section.   The aluminum I-beam completely folded, so will likely have to remove and replace instead of just repairing. There's a LOT of snow on it, and now it's started raining, so it's super wet and heavy.  The entire region has just been shut down for nearly a week now. Thankfully, we haven't lost power at all, yet, because if we do for any length of time, we are pretty screwed.  No heat, no cooking, no WATER, because our well pump won't work.

Here's a pic Big D took as he was braving the ladder to try and get as much snow off the roof as possible:

My hero!  I'm pretty much useless right now.  Although I am able to walk around the house without my boot on pretty well, I can't stay on the foot for long.  My stitches came out last week, but the incision isn't healing all that well and looks nasty.  It's not closing up.  I think I'll be able to drive now, except that I can't even try and start the truck until most of the snow is gone. I'm supposed to be going to physical therapy, but I don't want to make appointments until I know how mobile I'll be.  And since I have to do PT, it looks like I won't be able to make a trip to IL.  I'm disappointed, because it would be fun to hang around with crazy auntie for a week or so.

Mentally, I'm doing pretty well.  The Lexapro is definitely working, and I told the doctor that I'd like to stay on the 10 mg for now.  Once I'm back at work, we'll see if I need to up the dosage, but I should give the 10 mg some time to fully kick in before I start tweaking dosage.  I feel more like myself than I have in almost a year, so that's something.  It's not all roses, but it's enough for now.

Snow!!

And I get to enjoy it, because I don't have to step foot out in it! :)

I was supposed to go get my stitches out today, but the office called to reschedule.  So hopefully we'll be able to get out of the driveway by Wednesday afternoon.

I would still like to go to IL for at least a week or two.  The polar vortex crap is over, so I shouldn't regret a visit to Chicago in the middle of winter too badly...

Not being able to leave the house when I want is seriously starting to get on my nerves.  There's a lot of errands I could be running, but since I can't drive yet, I'm stuck.  And Big D's schedule sucks green donkey dick.

Also, the period finally showed up, about 8 days late. I'm very confused.

In a leg trap

I went to the doctor for another post-op appointment on Friday, and I'm not healing quite as fast as I could be, so he wasn't able to take the stitches out.    I have another appointment next Monday, hopefully he'll be able to take them out then.  It didn't help that I fell on the way out of the house and busted open the scab on the incision.  Hurt like a bitch, I was actually worried that I had torn some stitches loose.  He wants me to put more weight on my heel, so he put me into a walking boot. The MA who fit the boot gave me one that's really too big.  This thing is a monster, and weighs about a thousand pounds!

It really does make me more mobile, but it seriously hurts the entire time I'm walking in it.  It hurts enough that I'm worried about it not healing properly and hurting like that forever. I've still only used about half my pain meds, but I don't like taking them.  Tylenol is enough to keep the general pain down, but not enough to deal with the pain that comes from actually putting weight on the whole foot.  It's making me not move around much at all, now, but I'm wearing the boot like I'm supposed to be.

There's a really impressive bruise on the bottom of my foot:

And the boot is just plain uncomfortable. It's hot, heavy, bulky.  Makes me cranky.

Also cranky that my period is late. Due to Lexapro, surgery, stress?  Dunno. Will probably surprise me in the middle of the night and make a mess.

I'm just bitchy about the fact that it's only been two weeks since my surgery, and I still have 6 weeks to go.  Going to lose my mind.

Dinah the Maine Coon has become very, VERY clingy and has passed the status of Velcro cat into Superglue cat.  It's really nice to have her in my lap while I'm on the couch, but she wants to be directly in front of my face, and won't even stay off long enough for me to stand up.

Three weeks on Lexapro, and I feel like it's starting to help. Might just be the lack of having to go to work and being able to laze around.  But lazing around has been messing up my sleep schedule. I tend to fall asleep on the couch during the day.

Ok, Tylenol should have started working by now, hopefully I can get up and go do the dishes. I feel really guilty being home and not doing anything useful :(

Scoot, Scoot, Muthafuckah!

So my foot is all cut up, and I'm home and bored already.  I have this ridiculous little knee scooter that I can zoom around on, which is good, because I suck at using the crutches. 

I go for my post-op appointment soon, and maybe I can get this awful ace wrap off.  Today is the first day I've had any real pain, but I'm trying to avoid the percocets.  I've only taken two so far. 

Second day of full dose of Lexapro, at 10 mg.  Still having nausea and lightheadedness.  The hospital gave me an anti-nausea patch to deal with the anesthesia, which was very helpful with the lexapro, too, but it came off this morning.

I played some video games at the computer last night, which was good, but I think I overdid it, because my foot was really hurting by the time I went to bed. I think I should keep it elevated as much as possible, which means staying on the couch or in my recliner. I'll have to use my laptop again if I want to do any more long gaming sessions for right now.

Big D should be poking his head out of his office in a few minutes so we can get ready to go.

Last day at work before surgery

Stealing a bit of time at work, just because today is the first day this week that I've had any kind of down time.  This week has been a nightmare of massive spike in volume and equipment failures left and right. Today is the first day this week that we haven't had some kind of equipment issue.  Don't worry, there's still 3 hours left, plenty of time for something to break.  It's been very stressful.


The new medication side effects aren't helping, either. Neither is my anxiety over my foot surgery on Monday.


Day 4 of Lexapro.  Still have nausea, jittery, a little bit of lightheadedness, but it seems to be improving.  I've had so much ginger this week that I can't imagine how I'm not sweating ginger crystals by now.  But it really helps.


Foot surgery for the plantar fasciitis and heel spur happens on Monday.  It's a minor surgery, but I'm really worried about how the recovery will go. I mean, it's my foot, it's not like I can do much if it gets fucked up. Kinda hard to move around without a proper weight bearing appendage.


Plus, I just am not sure how the whole "being home for 2 months" is going to impact things at home.  Big D and I have been having a lot of communication issues and things aren't really that rosy right  now.  When I'm the one who does 98% of the emotional labor in the relationship and I'm having one of the worst depressive episodes I've EVER had, not surprising that things go a little haywire.  I guess we'll just have to wait and see how things go.  I'm still planning on going to IL to visit the crazy auntie for a few weeks, but even that depends on how my physical recovery is going.


So I'm just a queasy, dizzy ball of stress right now.  Trying very hard to keep it contained and not lash out at people.