Broken Bone II

I think I may have broken another bone. I go back to the doctor on Monday for more X-rays, so I will find out then. The elbow feels much better, but right above my wrist really fucking hurts. It feels funny when I poke it too. I do not want to admit what I was doing right before it started hurting, because you will think I am moron or maybe more of a moron.

Officially Single

For the last 2 months, I have been in this back and forth with the boyfriend. The relationship was over a long time ago but he is a bit craven and was dragging things out. I finally had it with his poltroon behavior and ended it with him. I was more than patient in trying to work things out, but there comes a time when you have to just move on.

Now I am on the look out for a boy or two four who know how to tie a good knot.

I am not as manic as it may seem.

The elbow is doing much better. I am just ignoring the pain and getting on with my life. The boys have a new dog sitter and they love her already. I went psycho for about 24-hours this weekend, but now I feel really good about myself. I have a feeling that Sarahspace of old is going to make a comeback. I am reading The Historian and am surprised how it has captivated me. I am quilting again and this weekend I plan to build a bed. Power tools are a girl’s best friend.

Yo, Doctor Boy, I don’t have your email and I need to talk to you.

New Blog

My friend Elissa has started a blog. She has two dogs too, except her dogs are good.

Go read her and be nice.

Friday Dog Blogging

I took this with my camera phone, so it sucks, but Pasha was looking so cute. I think he is finally settling in to the new house, he is playing with his toys again.

Fat Girl Hand

Not only do I have wear frumpy clothes because I can button or zip anything and have to walk around with my hair all crazy looking because I can’t style it, but now I am swelling up like a balloon. I woke this morning with a fat girl hand. Not sure what that is all about, but I am not going to another doctor.

This is like 4 times the size of my normal hand. It is a monster hand.

All about my broken elbow

I was quite pleased with my experience at the ER on Sunday. I did not have to wait at all. They did have to take 7 x-rays to get a good view of my elbow and that took the most time. Although I think they sprained my wrist when taking the x-rays of my elbow, because my wrist did not bother me until then. They were very kind to me, when I got upset. I did lose it for a brief time when they asked if there was anybody who could come sit with me.

After looking at the x-rays and poking my arm for a while a they decided that I broke elbow, but said they wanted me to see an orthopedist to cast it. So I left with a temporary cast and prescription for the pain.

This morning, I picked up my x-rays and headed to an orthopedist an acquaintance recommended. The ER faxed over my records. The doctor told me that ER said they could not find the break and that is why they sent me to him. He found it right away. He told me that if they put me in cast it would not hurt so much, but I would lose mobility in my elbow forever. So I do not have to wear a cast, but I have to suck up the pain. I have to go back in two weeks for more x-rays and have to keep it immobile and in a sling until then.

When I got to work, I got a call from the ER. Apparently, they have another doctor review cases. I guess for quality control or something. This doctor told me that she reviewed my x-rays and found the break. She wanted me to come back to have a permanent cast put on. I told her I saw another doctor already and he did not want to cast me. She said “Oh, okay. Bye.”

I am really tired and have been having trouble concentrating, but I think that the worst is over.

It’s broke

I broke my elbow in 2 places and sprained my wrist.

At least, I have vicodin.

Getting better all the time.

Tonight, I fell down the basement stairs. Well, just the bottom 5 stairs. I had been carrying boxes of books downstairs all night. When I went to take down an empty picnic basket and a bottle of fabric softener, I was turned slightly and slipped on a step. I tumbled down to the bottom and hit the concrete floor on my left arm. Truck was already down stairs and he came running over and started checking me out. He was licking my arm, probably preparing to eat me if I died. Pasha was at the top of steps crying. I laid there for a minute, trying to figure out if I was alright. I was immediately sore, but I could move my arm around, so I thought I was okay. After about 30 minutes, I could not lift my arm or straighten it. Now if I move at all it hurts. I made a sling of out some fabric. I hope it is just badly bruised, but right now I just want the pain to go away.

Typing with one hand really sucks.

Isolation Mode

I am in isolation mode right now. At first I was just in shock. I just could not believe my boyfriend just disappeared and I was going out to keep my mind off it. Then I was moving and changing jobs and I was too busy. Now, I am just really sad and don’t want to go anywhere. I promise this isolation won’t last 18 months like with the last boyfriend. Maybe, just a few weeks.

Titles to posts I did not write this week

15 people I truly hate

Sticky thighs

So you want to date Sarahspace

An encounter with a drunk and bloody monkey

The best thing about my new job

I can wear flip-flops everyday

Locked Out

Last night, I was exhausted again and went to bed early. But the room I am using as a temporary bedroom is right next to bathroom and the sink occasionally drips. I have not figured out why it sometimes drips and other times it does not. Yes, I have tried the obvious. Anyway, so last night I decided to shut the bathroom door as opposed to my door, because Pasha likes to patrol the house. When I woke this morning and went to go pee, the door was locked. Uh, oh! I hurried the boys out side so they could pee and tried to get the door unlocked by shoving a knitting needle through the hole. No luck. So threw on some clothes and went to corner store to use their bathroom before I burst. It took me 45 minutes to get the damn door open. At least I had a phone so that I could call work and tell them I was late. However, when I finally got there, no one noticed that I was not there and the office manager had not listened to my message. This is a bad sign for my punctuality problem.

Phone

Phone

I now have phone. If you should have my phone number, send me an email to get my new one.

New House

I love my new house. It feels like a real home even with boxes and bins scattered everywhere. It has all this great wood work, the kitchen and bathroom needs to be updated, but they are so old that they are retro. It has a loft upstairs that I want to use as my bed room, but I could not fit my bed upstairs. As soon as I get settled, I am going to buy two twin beds and convert them into a king size bed. I have grand plans for the loft, think Ottoman Empire. Better yet, think ridiculous Victorian notions of the Ottoman Empire. I will try to restrain myself from making it into a bad painting, but I am really glad that I know how to sew. Pasha is afraid to go upstairs, but Truck is fearless and seems to like that windows are his height. I will have to re-enforce them. I like the neighborhood it is quiet, but there is park in the next block that I walk the boys in. Truck is very popular with the young men who play basketball there and always seems to find food dropped by picnickers. He does not seem to mind if said food is covered by ants.

If you want to talk me, too bad

The move went okay. I did not get everything moved, but I am going to hire movers for the last few items. The horrible thing is that I have no phone or internet. My cell phone belonged to my old company and I turned that in. My home phone and internet was supposed to be turned on Friday, but they turned the phone on at the wrong house. This caused me to have to spend the first 90 minutes of my new job on the phone with Bellsouth trying to get the problem corrected. I can live without a phone, (no one calls me anyway) but no internet is killing me. They told me they would fix the problem today, or sometime in the next 2 weeks.