Rain and ice

Day 2 of being cancer free, yippy. My stitches are itching like heck. Turns out there are some under those steri strips. Oh no. Hope the antibiotics work.

We are having a spring thunderstorm. Sound good? Well, its cold out and it is turning to ice as soon as it hits. The trees are getting covered and there has been one fatal accident already. My oldest son is out driving in it. He works for waste management. Those big ole trucks slide just as easy as those little cars. So I worry about him. Hopefully my youngest made it home. Darn kid, we have asked him repeatedly to just give us a call in bad weather to let us know he made it home. Even though he is an adult you worry about them. He drives 30 miles home each night. So of course no call. And I don't want to call him because hopefully he is home sleeping. But wait until he wakes up.......



The rain is suppose to stop soon and then turn to snow later. Yesterday walking in the yard I was looking at my lilac tree. Buds on it, Yeah. Hope they survive this. The hard shell is still on so they should be OK. I will have to get pictures later. Looks like its going to be one of those scary ice storms where every branch is encased

I got a call from the people who pay my short term disability. They wanted to see if I wanted to come back with restrictions to work. I have never had that happen except when I had a work comp injury. They do not let you stay home and recovery. Remember when I was on the walking wounded desk? Weird. I was so happy this hadn't happened at work so I could stay home until I was recovered. I had even saved up money for it.

I told them I had reservations about coming back too soon. For one thing if my wrist get messed up, this is it. They can't fix it again. I want to make sure it is healed. The biggest thing
though, they always say they will have you on reduced weight lifting restrictions. No this or that. Then you get there and your 2 or 3 nurses short, you run your butt off, everyone is too busy to help you and you feel bad asking. They gave them you instead of a nurse not on restrictions which when your busy doesn't make anyone happy. You can't predict how your patients are going to be. Will I get the confused combative patients who comes at you swinging and grabs me by the wrist and twists as hard as possible? Probably, Murphy's law you know.

So anyway. I told them its not that I don't want to work, but I don't want to take any chances. I prefer to wait until my doctor says it OK to go back. It's my body, you know. Also, the shoulder that is bad is the same one that my wrist was operated on. Did I injure this shoulder favoring this wrist? I'll never know. But I still don't have the report on my MRI. I am hoping and praying it is just bursitis, that will go away with time and I won't risk making it worse going back to work.

I miss working actually. I miss the women I work with. I miss a real paycheck. I miss the exercise. I have been doing a lot of sitting on my butt reading all the books I have set aside for awhile.

I finished the food critic book. I ended up really liking the woman. She has a couple of other books I am going to get. I am still reading American Nomad, another good book.

I love non-fiction and history books. Or books about someone doing something no one has done. Like ride a bike from coast to coast, hike the backroads, or I found the blog of the young man who is working 50 jobs in 50 weeks to see what other jobs are like and find out about life. I always wish I had done something like that. With the weather being so cold I can't get out walking much. Can't do the gym yet... but soon. So I have been eating and reading. Bad combo, LOL.


Well, I am going to go out and put some salt down. Did you hear? Dennies is having a new breakfast special, you get 14 eggs, no sausage and the guy next to you pays for it, its in honor of the woman who just had the 8 kids, LOL.

Seriously on that note. They are thinking of taking the kids away from her. Well, I don't agree with what she did, I think she has some mental issues...but.... she loves the children. They said she is a good mother. She loves all her children. She visits each and everyone everyday. They have bonded. It is better they stay with her then go into the foster care system, a broken system if I have ever seen one. It is a done deed. We are going to end up paying for them anyway, lets at least give them some chance of having emotional well-being instead of attachment disorder. Enough said.