January 2023 — Whatta Month

I’m so very happy that today is the last day of the month. For me, personally, January 2023 has been the worst month of my entire life.

There were only eight days this entire month that I was relatively pain free. The month started off with me hurting my back on New Year’s Day and suffering from severe lower bag spasms. Within four days of that injury, though, the back spasms had stopped and I was close to pain free. And that period of painlessness lasted for another week.

Then I fell off a latter, busted my hip, had hip replacement surgery, and spent two weeks in the hospital (including rehab). Now I’m at home and am undergoing home-based rehab services including physical therapy, occupational therapy, and visiting nurse visits.

(That sounds redundant, doesn’t it? “Visiting nurse visits”? By definition, visiting nurses visit patients, so I’m not sure how else to describe what they do. Oh well, deal with it.)

So anyway, today is the last day of the worst month of my life. February can’t possibly be any worse, although I’m not expecting it to be a particularly fun month. I will be going through in-home rehab for the entire month, and hopefully, by the end of the month, I’ll reach the point that I’ll be able to walk again without having to use a walker.

So here’s the deal.

First, I expect you’re getting tired of my whiney posts about poor Fandango and his broken hip. So I’m going to try to minimize such posts. Second, as my energy level improves, I will try to get back into reading more of your wonderful posts, responding to daily word prompts, photo prompts, and to share my observations and perspectives on what is going that doesn’t involve poor Fandango and his broken hip.

Although, truth be told, it’s been kinda nice not paying attention to all of the political and societal bullshit during the past three weeks. Almost blissful.

Cellpic Sunday — 1/8/23 Take Two

Good News. In a comment on this post, Sweeterthannothing wrote, I *think* if you go to edit the post and look at the side bar to the right where the tags and stuff are there is an option to look at how many revisions have been done, you might be able to reverse it there? It was a bit painstaking, but I was pretty much able to go through those revisions and recreate the original January 8th Cellpic Sunday post, which is below.

John Steiner, the blogger behind Journeys With Johnbo, has this prompt he calls Cellpic Sunday in which he asks us to post a photo that was taken with a cellphone, tablet, or another mobile device. I thought this might be fun so I decided to join in.

You may remember from this post last month, my wife got a new Chromebook to replace her aging Macbook. My job was to get her Chromebook set up and to transfer all of her files from her Macbook to her Chromebook. Of course, her Chromebook didn’t come with a user manual, so I Googled “transferring files and photos from a Mac to a Chromebook” and there were many helpful sites and YouTube videos.

Her Chromebook is a 2-in-1 (i.e., it can be used as a laptop with its integrated physical keyboard, or as a tablet with an on-screen virtual keypad). My wife has no intention of using it as a tablet, though. She want to use it as a laptop. That’s where I ran into a problem. Her physical keyboard wasn’t working. Only the virtual keypad.

Again, I went to Google to find out how to switch from tablet to laptop mode. Again, all sites said “easy-peasy,” but nothing worked for me. No matter what I did, the damn virtual keypad wouldn’t disappear and the physical keyboard was useless.

So I took the photo below with my iPhone and called tech support at ASUS, the brand of Chromebook. if you look carefully, you can see my. reflection in the Chromebook’s screen.

Fortunately, I got through to a human being. l explained the problem. He asked me a few questions, assessed the situation, and then provided me with these instructions:

  • Press and hold the power button for five seconds until the screen goes totally dark.
  • Wait 10 seconds.
  • Press and hold reset arrow key (circle arrow above the 3 key) AND the power button until laptop reboots.

Bingo. The virtual keypad was gone and the visual keypad was working. Yay! And I didn’t have to pester my son.

If you wish to participate in this fun cellphone photo prompt, please click on the link to John’s post at the top of my post to see his photo and to read his instructions.

No Energy

No energy
No energy to talk
No ability to walk
Can’t get in and out of bed by myself
Can’t go to the bathroom on my own
My left leg feels like dead weight
Muscles not responding to instructions from my brain
Physical and occupational therapy sessions four times a day
Painful, grueling, and exhausting
But as they say, “no pain no gain.”
Who the fuck are they?

All I do is eat a little
(No appetite for this hospital food)
Between therapy sessions
Spend most of my time trying to sleep
Lots of weird, strange dreams
Where I’m able bodied
And then I wake up in this place
In the middle of my nightmare
Is it any wonder I’m depressed?

They say they’re sending me home next Friday
For the next phase of my recovery
I’m doing what I can
Fighting through the pain
To be ready for that
In the meantime
No energy to open WordPress
No energy to write
No energy to read, like, or comment.
No energy to thank all of you
Who have wished me well
Wished me a rapid recovery
Thank you

Hip Hip Hurray!

You may be wondering where I’ve been over past 48 hours. Or not. Whatever. But let me start out by saying that the year 2023 has not gotten off to a good start for me. On New Year’s Day, my dog’s leash wrapped around my feet, causing me to fall on and injure my back. I was having agonizing lower back spasms for the first three days after that incident. Then, on Saturday morning, during a break in the heavy rainfall, I was up on a ladder cleaning my gutters and I somehow managed to fall off the ladder, landing hard on my left hip.

I called my wife with my cellphone and told her that I’d fallen and can’t get up. Seeing me on the ground writhing in pain, unable to move my left leg at all, she called 9-1-1. Within a few minutes the paramedics arrived, put a hard board under my body, lifted me onto a wheeled gurney, loaded the gurney with me on it into an ambulance, and drove me to the emergency room. Shortly after arriving, I was wheeled into an X-ray room. And then, not long after that, I got the news from an orthopedic surgeon. I had fractured my hip on the left side. In a few hours I was in surgery undergoing a partial hip replacement.

Nice, huh? And now I’m in my hospital room, where I’ll remain for the next two to three days before I’m transferred to a rehab facility where I will undergo physical and occupational therapy for a week or two to learn how to walk and cope with my new partial artificial hip replacement. The total recuperation period for an old fart like me can typically take anywhere from six weeks to four months. Isn’t that special?

Why am I telling you this? It’s simple, I probably won’t be doing a whole lot of blogging over at least the next two to three weeks. Maybe longer. I have some posts scheduled, but as far as writing a bunch of new posts or even responding to prompts, probably not.

And to think that just a few weeks ago I thought 2023 was going to be a better year than 2022. Silly me.