Still Stressing Out

It’s now been over two months, almost three, since I had surgery on my heel to remove a bone spur and fix my Achilles tendon. I’m no longer sleeping on the couch in the living room (thanks goodness) and now sleep upstairs in my own bed (finally). It still hurts a little to walk up the stairs and a little more to walk down them, but I’m managing. My computer is still on the dining room table, and I stay downstairs most of the day (and often night too). The main reason for this is that I don’t believe I can manage carrying all of my computer’s components upstairs yet (especially the tower and my big ass monitor). Also, it would hurt too much to get drinks and snacks by going up and down the stairs several times a day. So, for now I work on my computer downstairs. I hope in another month or less I’ll be back in my rooms for the majority of my time once again… my Fortress of Solitude!

My heel is almost completely healed but it looks like I’m going to have one hell of a nasty scar. I’m not going to worry too much about it though. What I am worried about is that I still limp when I walk without meaning to. It looks as though I’m going to have to relearn how to walk normally again. I guess it’s time (or a little past time) to schedule that physical therapy appointment.

Last week, I got my car ready to drive by airing up all four tires and getting the battery charged. Two days later, I took my first drive since before my surgery. I had to jump the battery again before I could leave the driveway, but the drive was thankfully uneventful with no lingering foot pain. I still need to check my oil and such (forgot about that last week) and I need to drive some more this week to do some things like pick up my new glasses.

Having to stay downstairs most of my time and deal with Dad is still stressing me out a great deal. I’ve come to find out that he is himself, albeit with no short-term memory, during the day but at night he often becomes a total asshole. He will get mad very easily about the smallest of things and act like a toddler having a temper tantrum by stomping his feet and moping. At least it’s been months since he was last violent. If that starts again, I am going to plead and plead some more with Mom to finally send him to a nursing home where they know how to deal with dementia patients.