The I Wanted Mousse But Got A Moose Instead Complaint Thread.
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Well, things went both well and annoyingly, so here's a Snakey Medical Report!
- The old cast came off and the stub inside has healed amazingly well. The doc, his assistant, 2 nurses and the cast-making guy all said it looked amazing for 3 weeks after surgery. No serious swelling, no discoloration, no twisting, bending, bleding, oozing, or rotting at all.. looked pretty darn good for a stub, if I say so myself!
- New cast ON. If the foot is fine, why? Well, the doc moved a pile of tendons around to force the foot stub into a position where it's near impossible for the remaining skin to get an ulceration - this apparently is kind of a new-ish technique and has a massive success rate at preventing new visits to the foot doc and/or E.R.! HOWEVER, the tendons take longer to anchor and make themselves happy in their new positions, so the doc wanted the foot protected for another 3 weeks.. and the only real good way is to use a cast.. so.. The Cast, Part Deux.
It wasn't toally unexpected, but not for this reason. Still, doc knows best, so.. doc gets wha doc wants. BUT - THIS CAST IS BRIGHT ORANGE!!! Since I already did purple, and they were out of light blue (ugh), I went with a color so bright you can see it from space!! 
I love it, it's so obnoxious!!!! I almost got pink, just for fun.. not kidding! 
Still can't walk on it, though... 
- When I go in next, the cast comes off and they start using an Ace bandage wrap.I will get sent to this special place that will measure me for a custom-fit prosthetic foot extender that will effectively replace the toes AND support my ankle (which will start taking more weight since there's nowhere to send it off to now). Still no walking on it, the doc wants me off the damn thing until the fake foot is on me. Short walks to the bathroom at this point OK, but no lakeside hikes or long walks out bar-hopping (and I miss beer tasting walks, waah). I will almost certainly want a cane, he doc said not necessary but useful the first year or so. I almost have mine picked out!
So, while I didn't get my best-case scenario, I am in fine shape foot-wise and things proceed carefully so I don't end up back in surgery (DO NOT WANT). Likely 5 more weeks on the scooter, which is a ginormous impact on my normal go-anywhere lifestyle but it's *le sigh* necessary. 5 more weeks of delivered beer/snacks, taxis everywhere, and terrorizing co-workers as I blast down the halls at Warp 5.
Thank heavens for my fancy lap desk, which makes being creative in bed possible. Best investment in months.
Funny story: I was in the docs office with 4 other folks, 3 ladies and one surly looking dude in a cast. The dude was in a wheelchair, but the 3 ladies (older women) had scooters! All different makes, so we spend about 45 minutes discussing the pros and cons of the various models.. you'd tink we were a bunch of dudes talking about our cars! One was seriously p1mped up: basket, front and rear brakes, fancy faux-sheepskin covered seat, and yes a small electronic horn.. SO JEALOUS!!
OMG I'm getting old, discussing our mobility scooters!! HElP MEEEEEEEE!!! 
Of course, that lady had 4 surgeries and a hip replacement so she'd been on that scooer over a year. 
(Tjohn signs cast)
When my registered disabled brother had one op he was not allowed to ride his specially adapted 1000cc trike, so went to a meeting at his MC (Motorcycle Club, fully back patched chapter of the Renegade MC) on his mobility scooter. He was cheered when he arrived becuase he hadn't let a little thing like an op to stop him attending the meeting. It must have looked strange in the car park amongst all the Harleys and things.
This was his regular ride. Now up for sale as we unfortunately lost him in February.
Ha, now the aliens can se our name from their secret spy satellite!!
Nice ride, and props to him for riding it!
Sorry to hear about his passing, though...
Yes was quite devastating as he was my younger brother. He did get a good send off though Members of at least 4 Biker clubs attended to make his last ride a good one.
Nice send-off. Couldn't ask for much better...
Well, today the job sucks a bit more than usual. I have to store all my documents on bloody Microsoft OneDrive and it's flakey as a biscuit, files randomly lock themselves and won't edit or move.. lost an hour today just on that, and an hour Tuesday. Will lose more time over manually synchronizing my PC with the damn thing. Breathe.. I get paid by the hour.. breathe.
And the stupid diagramming tool (freeware) they want me to use is lame and bug-ridden, even for freewae it's lame lame lame. Can't do multi-drop lines, can't use cursor keys to do object alignment, object selection takes 2 clicks, drawing lines works differently from every other diagramming app.. this one has lost me a good 4 hours just this week, enough to buy 2 copies of Visio.
I'm sure they're trying to make me pack up and leave.
Once my foot is healed and I can walk, I'm turning in my notice. Just have to tough it out until all my medical work is taken care of... 
That doesn't sound fun at all. I am glad to be free of having to do stuff I don't like doing just to earn a living. OK, we don't have much free money now, but we are actually much happier having downsized to this little 2 bed cottage in a friendly area, not far to go to be in a real rural area and free of the traffic fumes from living in an urban area and working in London.
I would be completely happy in a small, quiet room with my computer and high-sped Internet as long as I had kichen access and a place to keep my beer cold!
If I can make enough to live on (and I mean just the basics) from writng and music I'll gladly dump all the fancy stuff. I had my fun, am paying the price, and would be happy as a clam spending all day writijng and composing. Settling down sounds better and better...
I really need to quit contracting and find a "permanent" position.
*edit* Screw it, I'm taking tomorrow off and having a 3 day weekend of beer, chicken wings, games, chat, music composition and maybe even some writing!!!
Kids will be kids!
Dana
Sorry to hear about that, sorry for your loss! I remember you talking about that trike a while ago.
Dana
@Serpent: It sounds like a very good report from the doctor! I'm really happy for you. Sorry that the job is getting worse, though. Sometimes the bean counters don't understand that the pennies they're saving by using something free actually costs them more than the good stuff would in the long run. I never understood that about businesses. Penny wise but dollar foolish. I thought accountants learned how to see what is really saving money and what is more waste than help.
Dana
I know contracting is different there to how it is here, but I do sympathise as the last 15 years of my working life I was in Contract Services, and so no Company pension to speak of for me, although himself has a pretty good one, and we do have our standard govt pensions, mine being enhanced through paying extras during my working life.
Thanks Dana, yes I posted pics of it in Music's Car and Bike Lovers thread. It changed quite a bit throughout it's life with Dave, as he had a lot of work done on it. It will be sold to raise monre funds for the Cancer charity that was looking after him during the last few months of his life. Hopefully there will be another disabled biker out there who finds good use from a trike converted to full hand controls, with a case under the back seat to hold walking sticks and/or crutches.
Similarly, I'm living on a fixed but very limited retirement income and have to watch every penny I spend but I have an adequate apartment, a well running 13 year old car, and walking access to postoffice and groceries and even one restaurant if desperate. I limit my car travels to one tank of gas a month to go to the nearest city for doctors, restaurants, shopping and movies. If I'm careful I can buy a few things and can add to my savings and can even splurge on things now and then and even a long car trip every few years. I used have a professional engineer's six-figure salary and couldn't save a penny. I wish I'd been as careful with my money then as I am now. But despite lack of gobs of discretionary cash I'm as relaxed and untroubled as I've ever been in my life.
As a friend reminded me, I need to keep my insurane until mid-May and I do get paid by the hour, despite my professional ethics telling me that I should be kicking butt and writing code, not fussing with crap tools.. sometimes I need to swallow my pride and go ahead and soak the customer for hours of inefficiency, but it grates.
But I'm home, 3 sixers of good/high alcohol (6.8% ABV) beer, pita chips and 2 kinds of hummus (garlic and roasted red pepper) in house, and money for more over the weekend.. I should spin down in about 2 more cans, then maybe write some poetry.. I found a reader/writers site called Medium and it's been ages since I read this much! Great writing by interesting authors, and one section is only for poets!!!!!!! Happiness!
Just need to focus.. this job could finance my career change, or it and the next one. I have to keep in mind I made money selling my firt album and got a big wad of egal tender for my soundtracks.. I'm not a talentless hack much..
I have no pension and no retirement, Social Security will be broke or dismantled when I retire, I rely on being killed by diabetes before things get too dire. BTW no funeral, I want a wake where everyone cries and/or gets drunk and I want to be cremated and my ashes poured into the Pacific Ocean, preferably near a town on the coast called Half Moon Bay. The area has very, very special meaning to me...
We too have shops within walking distiance, the only catch is you literally go down to the shops, so it's uphill all the way back. The last bit, a footpath is less than 500 yds long but rises more than 50 feet. It has a hand rail down the centre to help those who need it LOL
Our car is more than 20 years old (1994 model), but as it is a Toyota Carina it is as solid as a rock.
I think I saw a spoiler for my birthday on amazon. I think I know what one of my birthday presents will be. What to do?
Morning. A cheerless grey overcast is turning every house into a skyscraper today - or is the sky a groundscraper ? - with a real wet feel to it altho of course npt a drop of rain in sight :)
three or four times a day from an ipad, must be a network thing :)
How I feel after a couple of weeks out in the weather - in the deep end and TGIF :)
think there mebbe a moose where the buffalo roam
It all sounds really postive and who would have thought scooters have such an upside? :)
So...
4:15 am.
Carisma busts into the bedroom, and begins to meow; she actually doesn't meow, it sounds like some sort of female punk band lead singer who smokes a pack per day and chugs a pint of whisky for fun. She gets loud and obnoxious, jumps between bed and shelves and whatever she can find.
She specifically jumps on me, the Hand That Feeds the Kitties. Repeatedly. And meows.
At 4:15 am.
I continue to ignore her, on hopes that if I lie like a dead buffalo carcass, she'll leave me alone and I can fall asleep again, because it is totally happening.
Carisma leaves the room, and the next thing I hear is a loud crash from the living room, suggesting that she has scaled the server rack once more.
I get up, and move surprisingly fast to the source of sound. Both cats begin to circle my feet, Carisma's face full of smug "I TOLD YOU THAT THE FOOD BOWL IS EMPTY AND NOW YOU'RE UP" look.
I swear for a while, sigh, and empty remaining crumbs and fill the bowl.
And today, while doing weekly groceries, I bought spray meant to deter cats and dogs from going to certain spots and spray the entire goddamn server rack, TV stand, TV and some other places. It smells awful and certainly deters me as well while it is fresh.
But. It has made Carisma eye the said places with deep suspicion for now.
Your move, kitty.
Isn't it fun being a Kitty's human The bigger one of my two has found that if she crashes the bedroom door heavily enough it will swing and hit the bedside cabinet (small cottage mo small bedroom) making a satisfactory bump to wake up female human. Meanwhile her sister sneaks to the window and adjusts the blackout curtains so that light gets into the room, shining directly into humans eyes when they open them.
Flick, the daemon monster from hell that shares our house has a habit of sleeping between myself and my girlfriend. On the plus side, she's not particularly nocturnal, so she'll wander around during the day, and go upstairs and hide in the back room until about 10pm before she comes back downstairs as if to say "Well, are you guys going to bed yet".....
Of course, if I sleep on the sofa (which I do if I don't get to sleep at an early enough time and have to be up for work at 6am) she will quite happily leap off my girlfriend's desk and land on top of me. This led to mass confusion this morning, where I thought it was 6am, but instead it was only 5am....
So not enough sleep last night, thanks to the daemon monster....
Who's now hiding in the back room, yowling at the garden. Sometimes I don't get our cat!
>.< burr burrr
Certainly looks like a well-loved machine, & sorry for your loss. I was brung up in Rochester, and both my parents & their brothers passed through the Bluebell Hill crem within the past few years. Haven't been back since though.