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Well. Now there are TWO renovations going on. The kitchen, which we committed to this morning, and my bum foot.
Yes, it's gotten annoying. No more pain than previous days, but I suspect I overdid things yesterday: not gym stuff so much, but shlepping round Home Despot's concrete floor, up and down stairs at a friend's house, and then having to cram on dress shoes and take them on and off about eight times for all the suit fittings yesterday. I awoke to much more stiffness in that foot and a 6-square inch purple splotch in the middle of the foot, nowhere near the pain or the sprain . The stiffness went away after moving round a bit, but the decorating was a little too scary to ignore, so I resolved to get it checked out at the nearby Doc-in-a-Box....
But AFTER our kitchen appointment, which we'd made yesterday for 10 today. Plus, that would avoid the Saturday night drunks lined up at 8.
We got to the Depot a bit before 10, and headed for the sinks. Yes, the mouse was hungry again. Their shop is going to cut and laminate the new counters for us, as opposed to Eleanor's original plan of laminating the new raw counters herself. (It would've been 300 times harder and only a few shekels less.) BUT. They need exact measurements for the cutouts for sink and cooktop, and the safest measure is of a new unit you buy at the same time. Plus, the sink is also likely house-original, is heavy and stained to all get-out, and was damaged when a plumber replaced our faucet some years back. It added a buck 75 to the tab, and will look better.
Then we sat down with Ruth. Ruth is not a slack-jawed bimbo of the type you often find in "decorating." She was knowledgeable, quick but thorough, has done her own construction projects, and best of all talked to Eleanor rather than to me. We worked through all the counter specs, added in the three appliances (the sink will follow), and finally got a number with minimal upselling on extras....
And got 18 months to pay the whole thing off interest free. That is HUGE.Our tax bill will be way up this year without Emily as a dependent, and I'm sure (as I'm sitting here, in a Doc-in-a-Box) to need way more health deductible money than we got away with last year. There will still be other costs- for the (yes, everything Including) the kitchen sink, as well as for tile and tools and diddlybits, but getting the big part onto a budget plan helps a ton.
Trust me. I measured.
----
We were out, with a This Thursday delivery date on the three appliances, before 11:30. I headed over to MASH, its real name, about half an hour ago.
I got triaged quickly, and am now just waiting for the Doc to appear from whatever part of the Box he or she is in. The triage/rad tech had no comment as to What, How Bad or What To Do/Not Do, but I'm guessing there will be drugs, and some kind of protocol for keeping the blood from being a nuisance.
::Back home, after a pause for actual medical care::
Well, then.
The good news is,(a) no drugs, and (b) the purple in the foot is not that big a deal-just gravity, doing what it does.
On the other hand (or foot, I suppose), I've got a really tricky fracture down there. A Jones fracture, to be precise, in a notoriously hard-to-heal segment of your basic fifth metatarsal. "A patient with a Jones fracture may not realize that a fracture has occurred," says Doctor Internet. No shit, Sherlock. I'd have likely gone on for days, until it really broke in half, if the lividity (my new vocabulary word) hadn't scared me.
The PA gave me a boot; it helps. He also ordered me on crutches, which I have somehow managed to avoid using for my entire life and which are now taking some major getting used to. Finally, he gave me an orthopedist list and said I had best get to them tomorrow first thing. It could be wait-and-see with limits on activity, or there could be a pin going in. (Just not 1-2-3-4; that's the one I have on my luggage.)
Blessings and silver linings:
* I have no court this week, and only a couple the following. Relatively few other appointments, too.
* I still have use of hands and brain (such as they were), which is something like 80 percent of the job that isn't Just Showing Up.
* I have coworkers I can ask to pick up the slack on some of the things I'd normally be shlepping round to do myself
* It isn't really painful, except on the wounded-pride and worst-case-worrying scales. Those are pretty frowny-face now.
It'll be okay. But it's going to be a Project. Go me.
Well. Now there are TWO renovations going on. The kitchen, which we committed to this morning, and my bum foot.
Yes, it's gotten annoying. No more pain than previous days, but I suspect I overdid things yesterday: not gym stuff so much, but shlepping round Home Despot's concrete floor, up and down stairs at a friend's house, and then having to cram on dress shoes and take them on and off about eight times for all the suit fittings yesterday. I awoke to much more stiffness in that foot and
But AFTER our kitchen appointment, which we'd made yesterday for 10 today. Plus, that would avoid the Saturday night drunks lined up at 8.
We got to the Depot a bit before 10, and headed for the sinks. Yes, the mouse was hungry again. Their shop is going to cut and laminate the new counters for us, as opposed to Eleanor's original plan of laminating the new raw counters herself. (It would've been 300 times harder and only a few shekels less.) BUT. They need exact measurements for the cutouts for sink and cooktop, and the safest measure is of a new unit you buy at the same time. Plus, the sink is also likely house-original, is heavy and stained to all get-out, and was damaged when a plumber replaced our faucet some years back. It added a buck 75 to the tab, and will look better.
Then we sat down with Ruth. Ruth is not a slack-jawed bimbo of the type you often find in "decorating." She was knowledgeable, quick but thorough, has done her own construction projects, and best of all talked to Eleanor rather than to me. We worked through all the counter specs, added in the three appliances (the sink will follow), and finally got a number with minimal upselling on extras....
And got 18 months to pay the whole thing off interest free. That is HUGE.Our tax bill will be way up this year without Emily as a dependent, and I'm sure (as I'm sitting here, in a Doc-in-a-Box) to need way more health deductible money than we got away with last year. There will still be other costs- for the (yes, everything Including) the kitchen sink, as well as for tile and tools and diddlybits, but getting the big part onto a budget plan helps a ton.
Trust me. I measured.
----
We were out, with a This Thursday delivery date on the three appliances, before 11:30. I headed over to MASH, its real name, about half an hour ago.
I got triaged quickly, and am now just waiting for the Doc to appear from whatever part of the Box he or she is in. The triage/rad tech had no comment as to What, How Bad or What To Do/Not Do, but I'm guessing there will be drugs, and some kind of protocol for keeping the blood from being a nuisance.
::Back home, after a pause for actual medical care::
Well, then.
The good news is,(a) no drugs, and (b) the purple in the foot is not that big a deal-just gravity, doing what it does.
On the other hand (or foot, I suppose), I've got a really tricky fracture down there. A Jones fracture, to be precise, in a notoriously hard-to-heal segment of your basic fifth metatarsal. "A patient with a Jones fracture may not realize that a fracture has occurred," says Doctor Internet. No shit, Sherlock. I'd have likely gone on for days, until it really broke in half, if the lividity (my new vocabulary word) hadn't scared me.
The PA gave me a boot; it helps. He also ordered me on crutches, which I have somehow managed to avoid using for my entire life and which are now taking some major getting used to. Finally, he gave me an orthopedist list and said I had best get to them tomorrow first thing. It could be wait-and-see with limits on activity, or there could be a pin going in. (Just not 1-2-3-4; that's the one I have on my luggage.)
Blessings and silver linings:
* I have no court this week, and only a couple the following. Relatively few other appointments, too.
* I still have use of hands and brain (such as they were), which is something like 80 percent of the job that isn't Just Showing Up.
* I have coworkers I can ask to pick up the slack on some of the things I'd normally be shlepping round to do myself
* It isn't really painful, except on the wounded-pride and worst-case-worrying scales. Those are pretty frowny-face now.
It'll be okay. But it's going to be a Project. Go me.
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