Jay, yes - he has opioids and is in a sling. But the broken ends of the bone are sticking up about 30 degrees north of their normal position, with each end a good 4" away from where it should be, so he has 2 sharp lumps in the skin on the top of his neck/shoulder. It seems impossible to reduce without surgery.
I was looking forward to this 3-day weekend so much... to go for a run every morning in daylight (what a luxury) instead of dodging traffic in the dark, prepare and make actual meals, then work at home to start catching up on my deadlines.
Saturday went down like that, and it was great. Yesterday morning my husband fell mountain biking and broke his collarbone, badly. So the day was spent in the ER, then they sent him home in a sling in the PM. We were up all night; the ends of the fracture are both pushing up on the skin, sharply, and it's worrisome that it will open. We're waiting to hear back from the ortho surgeon this morning; the ER physician said probably surgery. So much for the weekend - work, sleep, exercise, all of it.
I sound horribly unsympathetic, I know; only my online friends get to see this lovely side of me But seriously, he's 43 and he was launching off some massive jump like a teenager.
Oh no! Sorry about this, for you and him. I'm a terrible nurse when my DH is sick. And that would really make me mad - not that he was biking but that he was doing a trick. I just like to be left alone when I'm not well, so that's what I want to do with him. With my kids when they were little I was fine but as they go to be teenagers I always made them go to school unless it was extremely severe.
I occasionally buy lottery tickets for the express fantasy of a butler, housekeeper, chef, and gardener. See, I need to win - because I WILL provide jobs.
Haha! I will too!
Thanks Dagmar and Becky! Just a few more months and I'll hire someone. And, I'm not going to clean it first! The heck with it.
Update* well, I will clean between now and June, but I won't clean before they come to clean!
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Thanks Dagmar and Becky! Just a few more months and I'll hire someone. And, I'm not going to clean it first! The heck with it.
Update* well, I will clean between now and June, but I won't clean before they come to clean!
I worked as a housecleaner briefly. I found, and my cleaners heartily agree and applaud me for it, that people who picked up all the loose stuff and moved junk into things like baskets got a better cleaning. If I didn't have to move all that stuff before cleaning under it I could do a much better job.
In our house I get all the stuff I can off the counters and tables, put all the clothes in the hamper or on the hooks for "already worn once" clothes in the bedroom, change the towels in the bathroom, put out fresh sheets for the bed to be remade ( my cleaners offered to make the bed as part of their service), pick up all the cat toys, and make sure there are no dishes in the sink. I've got all that prep down to 10 minutes ( I pick up after DH daily and throw a lot of his "paper" into baskets I've provided for same) and I find I get a great cleaning job as a result.
JZJ, hope your hubby gets good care soon and learns about age-appropriate activities. Sorry your weekend was derailed. I guess this means I shouldn't start parkour after all (/joke).
My weigh-in today dipped below 142, at 141.8. I don't expect it to stay below since my weight is still bouncing a lot. Long day at work today, so likely to be light on exercise.
I have a cleaning lady and have had for years. She comes every other week. On the morning that she comes I pick up all the dog toys and put them in the basket and pick up all the cat toys and put them in the box. I put away all the little things in the bathroom and make sure there is no clutter on my kitchen counters (there rarely is).
I need to tell her to leave the two bathtubs where I keep litter boxes alone. They often clean them and when they put the box back they leave the shovel in the box and the poor cats can't use the box with the shovel in there (or perhaps I'll just hide the shovels). I clean the tubs myself every two or three weeks when I deep clean the litter box and I vacuum up stray litter every day so they really shouldn't need to clean those two tubs.
Those of you who have cleaners - do any of them fold the corners of the toilet tissue? Or put a holiday sticker on it? I find that hilarious for some strange reason.
Those of you who have cleaners - do any of them fold the corners of the toilet tissue? Or put a holiday sticker on it? I find that hilarious for some strange reason.
Dagmar
I get folded TP corners and sometimes kleenex. Also the bathroom towels get a fancy fold on the towel rack. No stickers though....
My family grumbles when the cleaners are coming (once every two weeks) because I ask them to put their junk away. It's much easier when everyone is gone (like this week) because I naturally keep things more picked up. That being said, I started going through my closet yesterday, and I have a big pile of stuff in the middle of my room.
Oh, Bill, I understand the things getting moved around to show the dusting! The day the cleaners come, it takes me a good 15 minutes to put the house back in order when I get back home. Things just need to be in the right place--including chairs. I guess I know the vacuuming has been thorough when the couches are off place, too!
JayZeeJay - I'm sorry about your husband! I broke my clavicle in half when I was 14, fell off a skateboard. I had a similar situation to your DH's I think - the ends stuck out and were far apart. I wore a brace for six months and it healed on its own, but I do still have a bump where it was broken. I hope everything goes well with him!
Dagmar - the cleaner at my office building does the folded corners and holiday stickers on the toilet paper thing. The sticker did make me laugh.
I'm a little confused on what to put in which thread, so I'm going to just chat everywhere today.
Now I "stand" several times a day, just for a few minutes. That is, I keep most of my weight on the good foot but I put the injured foot flat on the ground and I try to "feel all the corners of the foot," as the physical therapist instructed.
So naturally, to someone with my preoccupations, that meant an opportunity to stand on the scale for the first time since the morning of Nov. 11th, as I did a few hours before I walked off to the gym and the car hit me.
My weight was unevenly distributed, but the scale read 143.3.
I'm taking that as "unofficial" as many of us often do around here, requiring subsequent verification through repeating results from the experiment on another occasion.
But anyway, it looks as though one of my fears has not been realized, and I did not actually *gain* weight while confined to the house and almost completely sedentary.
Much of this can probably be attributed to lost muscle tone, based on how my body looks. I looked better and far less saggy when I weighed more than I do now.
This confirms for me, personally, that the scale number isn't everything, because though my weight would be desirable by BMI standards, I am far weaker, physically impaired (to the point where I can't even walk) and deeply frustrated by this setback.
It feels like a bad fairy or a very literal genie granted me my wish: "Okay, you will lose 10 lbs., since you wanted that so very much. But you will have to pay for that in other ways."
Oh, Saef.... glad for you? Sad for you? I'm taking it as a positive that you are able to stand, if only for a few minutes. It's progress-- however slow. I know you told us, but you broke your femur, correct? That's the largest bone in the body? Is a femur break always so severe? Everything will come back in time-- muscle, strength, etc. I can only imagine how hard it is to wait. Is your mom still with you?
I was thinking a lot yesterday about jealousy. I have a lot of jealousy for one of my coworkers. She is skinny and eats whatever she wants-- and brags (I see it as bragging-- she's really just talking) about it. I ate this on the weekend, can't believe I ate that and I'm eating this... can't believe I never gain weight... Blah, blah, blah... Yesterday it was all about some amazing cookies that someone brought in-- she sent an email to staff raving about them and then when I saw her later in the break room, she was still raving about them and eating more. So, I'm jealous of her-- plain and simple-- doesn't matter that she's over 15 years younger than me and hasn't had children-- I'm still jealous-- I was never thin and always had to watch what I ate or I gained....
So, I started thinking how it's funny how all consumed "we" can be with weight-- what a person eats or doesn't eat.... If my co-workers were extremely talented musically or great at a sport, I'm not the least bit jealous. But I am with body type, weight, food, etc... Guess I'm obsessive? Or normal?
I went out of my comfort zone last night. My weight is near to where I like it (few pounds higher but I'm pretty happy here) but my muscles have dwindled since my back has been acting up. I went to body pump Monday and last night I did Body Combat (kick boxing) and then a bands/strength class. They were HARD and I am SORE... but my back seemed to tolerate it all. So, I'm hoping I can build my muscles back up again.
But seriously, he's 43 and he was launching off some massive jump like a teenager.
