Yep, that’s me. Hobble-opicus. Or is that hobbling octo-cuss! Not matter which way I think of it, I hobble. With cane no less! My knee hurts!
Tuesday, I did order pizza via George, and had a lovely quiet evening right up until the point where I had to take a shower. I should have stayed stinky. It would have been less embarrassing. As George was cleaning up the pizza fest, I mentioned that I was going to take a shower after he left and crawl in bed. George gave me a look that I am beginning to recognize as that questioning one which means I’m about to have to fight or prove myself to him. Not a bad thing, but some days… This one was that “oh, so you think you can stand on that knee?” look.
I should have kept my mouth shut and not said anything. HA! That would have been the smart thing. Instead, I asked him what the hell that look was for. He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms with a smile on his face. I should have really known I was in trouble then. So, he asked me to stand up. I did. Then he asked me to step over his foot, which he stuck out. I tried. That’s when I realized that I couldn’t do it. George caught me before I fell. I felt so stupid. I realized that what he was trying to do was show me that I couldn’t step into the bathtub safely. grrrrrr!
He sat me back on the couch and said I had two choices. First one was stay stinky. No way! It had already been two days since my last shower. Second choice, was help. Either him or one of my family. I called my sister Kelly. She came over and helped me get in and out of the shower with a little dignity. George stayed out in the living room until I was finished and in bed. I felt so stupid. He also told me to stay home again. I started to protest, and then he reminded me that the office has stairs. I gave in.
Wednesday, I relaxed and read my book. Not that I had much of a choice. Kelly told Mom and Dad that I’d hurt my knee, and they kept popping in on me. I finished Blood Noir, and started Hunter’s Moon. yes, more werewolves and sex! George came by after work and cooked dinner. Well, I don’t know if you call making toasted cheese sandwiches cooking, but they were good. He didn’t burn them! Nor did he use an iron! sneaky Johnny Depp reference
After dinner, I walked around a bit using a cane that he brought over. He tore his own knee up hiking years ago, so understood not only the pain I had, but the frustration of not being able to move.
This morning, I crawled into the shower with the help of the cane. HA! Take that George! Then I got dressed and called Kelly to drive me to work. I knew better than trying to drive! George was peeved with me for showing up, because my knee was still wonky. However, the phones had been ringing off the wall and files were stacking up. Kevin was happy I’d come to work too. He brought me a foot stool and all the tea I could drink. Apparently, George had had him answering the phone in my absence. LOLOLOL!
I came home exhausted. Kevin will pick me up in the morning so that Kelly doesn’t have to come into town just for me. She lives out on a ranch now. I cleaned out the fridge of all the leftovers and now I’m off to bed with my book!
