Happy 2018!
I successfully let this blog flounder for all of 2017 - but it was a bad year anyway so any posts would have been whiney. Here's how it went...
In April, I broke my foot. Like, BROKE IT broke it. I tripped while walking (on a sidewalk, not running, just walking. You know, *graceful*) and ended up dislocating my entire big tow away from my foot. I also broke it - I had two plates and 11 screws holding it together. I was consigned to bed rest because I absolutely had to stay off of it. And it took 6 MONTHS to heal.
It wasn't the *best* of times. I finally got a boot to wear and one of those knee scooters to use, so I could leave the house once in while. Jeff had to come home at lunch every day to walk the dogs - it was a strain there for a while. In October I had my second surgery to remove the hardware, and I've been relearning to walk ever since. I'll never wear flip-flops again.
In the midst of all of that, we ended up having to put both our dogs down. It was traumatic and so sad - they both were just very old and could no longer function well at all. Charlie began to get aggressive, Fiona went blind and deaf, at any rate, it was a huge blow to lose them both.
We found out in August that Jeff was being hand selected for a job - a job that will be a big life changer for us! We were told the paperwork was going through at thtat moment, and we should anticipate being in Maryland (again, yes) in November. I quickly began packing up the house because I would need to get most of it done before my second surgery when I would again be on bed rest. So, you see, my ENTIRE HOUSE has been packed since September. No pictures on the walls, second bedroom furniture sold and gone, almost everything in the kitchen packed. I've been living with one small frying pan and one small pot now for four months, along with a pile of cardboard boxes in my dining room. Because, see - he IS up for this job, and the paperwork IS going through, but since it's the government the pace has been less urgent than we were given to believe. Less RUNNING and more of a *stroll*. Now it's January and we still haven't received the final offer letter yet. My patience is running thin here.
And the capper of it all - Jeff's brother passed away just before Christmas. From complications of cancer and all other manner of things. We just buried him on December 27th.
It's been one shit show of a year. *clink* here's to 2018, may it rise from the ashes like a phoenix.
So tell me, how did YOUR year go?
In April, I broke my foot. Like, BROKE IT broke it. I tripped while walking (on a sidewalk, not running, just walking. You know, *graceful*) and ended up dislocating my entire big tow away from my foot. I also broke it - I had two plates and 11 screws holding it together. I was consigned to bed rest because I absolutely had to stay off of it. And it took 6 MONTHS to heal.
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| One plate and the 11 screws. Pen added for size comparison |
In the midst of all of that, we ended up having to put both our dogs down. It was traumatic and so sad - they both were just very old and could no longer function well at all. Charlie began to get aggressive, Fiona went blind and deaf, at any rate, it was a huge blow to lose them both.
And the capper of it all - Jeff's brother passed away just before Christmas. From complications of cancer and all other manner of things. We just buried him on December 27th.
It's been one shit show of a year. *clink* here's to 2018, may it rise from the ashes like a phoenix.
So tell me, how did YOUR year go?
