Monday
Well, I certainly am sore this morning, but I am still mobile. I slept a bit last night – probably due to the combination of advil and acetaminophin
It was difficult sliding over to the edge of the bed to take off my sweat pants (the only thing close to me last night that was dry), and to put on some pants. Lowering my legs to the floor is extremely painful, but I was able to do it. Raising my right leg high enough to put on my pants is impossible. I lay back on the bed and bring my leg up, bent at the knee and hip. Then I roll/scoot to the edge of the bed sliding my legs into my pants and straightening my legs as I slide my feet to the floor. Shoes and socks are not even an option – slip-on flip flops are the mode for the day!
Once again, going down the 5 steps to get off the porch is a challenge. I am regretting trimming away all the branches from around the steps on my last trip to Hawaii. By repeating my process of reaching out and down with my left leg to the step below and hoping that when I put weight on it, that it will not clooapse, I bend the right leg at the knee and shift my weight to the left. It works. Rinse and repeat!
I shuffle over to the garden steps and carefully, I climb these. . . one at a time. This time, I do not feel like passing out on the way up and I make it to the gazebo.
Once again, I found it precarious to sit down. In order to do so, I stood in front of the chair, reaching back to the armrest on each side. Shifting most of my weight to my arms by leaning back, I lowered myself into the chair. Once I was in this position, most of the pain in my leg was gone – unless I moved my leg.
I would have stayed here longer if not for Bert and Ernie. Seeing me in the gazebo, they came flying in and landed on the pile of logs on the edge of the lanai. They looked around and seeing no cracker crumbs, they looked at me in an acusatory manor and flew off up into the branches of the trees. A few minutes later, they returned. More dirty looks.
“C’mon, dude! Where’s our breakfast?”
Then they flew back into the branches to wait.
Using the arm rests, I can lift myself up out of the chair. I got a cracker and crumbled it up in my hand before dropping the crumbs in a pile on the concrete. Then I retreat to my chair and carefully lower myself to sit in the chair. Bert and Ernie fly down almost immediatly and start pecking at the pile of crumbs.
There seems to be some kind of disagrement between the two of them as to just who gets to eat first, so I decide that in the future, I will make two piles. Watching the antics of these two little birds takes my mind off my aches and pains for a little while.
Eventually, I had to get up and go do some work. Once I was up on my feet I was able to shuffle off to the car. Using the steering wheel much like I used the arms of the chair, I was able to, lower myself to the driver’s seat. Driving was no problem, and by a reverse process of how I got in, I was able to get out once I arrived at Ahi.
I found that the more I moved around, the more limber I became and I mixed up a small batch of concrete in my wheelbarrow. By moving slowly I was able to finish grouting another column.
TTFN
TropicalCastaway 