Did you know.. it's possible to wear clothes that are what I would call "skuzzy" and live. I don't consider myself a prima dona but I do usually dress with some kind of style or fashion. Well, that is simply thrown to the wind... and it's been windy here.
I cut part of the leg off the sweats I so intelligently took to the Dr. when they put the cast on. It was 2 inches from coming over the cast and I will turn them into capri's eventually. My friend gave me a pair of button pants; the kind that basketball players wear and just rip off. Well they were so big that when I stood up they fell off. I don't really need to be insulting people's intelligence with that kind of image so they are laying on the couch upstairs waiting for another occasion.
Pajamas Pants; not exactly a fashion statement but they fit over the cast. However my options are slim. I have faded blue jean cool kind of pajamas pants and I have Mickey Mouse pajamas pants. I have Trinity University sweatpants that are my barn over my jean pants and have all sorts of interesting little stains from leather cleaner, oil from the clippers and though they have been washed many times they still do not "look clean". Don't make a face; they are clean and don't smell!!!
Yesterday my brother took my on a date with Anna and Baihley. What is worse than a husband that's a joker? A brother, daughter and niece. I was given royal treatment and teased mercilessly but we all lived to tell about it. They love wheelchairs.. OK I am beginning to love wheelchairs. We also know where they are at the Mall now. I also discovered that when riding in a wheel chair those pushing suddenly become authorities on how fast, how slow, how quick one can turn and everyone gives the one riding in the wheelchair their "stuff". So now I am not only an invalid but a storage locker.
Today we will venture out looking for the rest of Baihley's clothes for her Grad school interview next week. I can handle being out and about for about 2 hours and then I start to fade. I have discovered though it will be a great arm workout. I decided I would go to the Mall bathroom by myself in the wheelchair pushing through the food court. People do get out of your way when you approach them. I'm not sure if it was the fear in their eyes or they saw my sweat pants. The Mall bathrooms are actually pretty wide aisles and I managed quite well. I was so proud of myself. I did not want to call my brother and ask for help... oh yes- I did forget I had left my phone in my purse and left it with him to watch. I would have been singing from the stall had I got into a pickle and maybe that lady I kept running into would have come and helped me just to give her "good Samaritan" points for the day.
So I think I am acclimating to life with Bethel (my cast) I had an aunt Bethel and she was in a wheelchair the entire time I remember her so it's appropriate that I call my big leg Bethel. She was a neat lady from what I remember; going to her house and visiting and always had cookies.
So when you see me in pajamas pants and a sweatshirt, comments are tolerated but remember that I do have a crutch and I am not afraid to use it!
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