Today’s accomplishments (so far)….

Walking on crutches will strengthen your core muscles. Isn’t that amazing? I would rather strengthen them at the gym, though. Breaking a bone is likely not the most efficient way to do this.

Yesterday I figured out how to take a shower. That was not too hard. It felt amazing! I hope I can get the blood stains off the shirt I was wearing when I fell.

I have now successfully washed and dried two shirts.

I have mastered making coffee while on crutches.

I realized my homemade water filter was clogged. I opened it up and rinsed out the charcoal using a strainer. I rinsed out the inside of the filter container. I put it all back together. At first, all the water was coming out black. I had to re-filter the water when I noticed the filter was leaking. I then tightened the filter and removed some of the “grit” that was causing the leaks. Now it is coming out fine. Yes, I did that on crutches!

My walker is arriving in a couple of hours. I’m going to be sooooo happy! I figured out that at the ER, they gave me the wrong size crutches which accounts for why the crutches hurt me too much.

About a week ago I emptied out a shelf assuming that I would have no trouble picking up the extraneous papers. Instead, those papers have been sitting there gathering grit and dog paw prints. Today I picked them up and now they’re in a box. I was able to sort through my tax papers also.

Yesterday I managed to get a package into the house, a three-pound bag of cashews. Today I got a ten-pound box of garbanzo beans into here.


The podiatrist near me (only a few miles, if that) can take me Thursday. This is not going to be an expensive taxi ride. I am so relieved. I will have to take the cab both ways. I am okay with that. Under $8 for an Uber. When I first moved here we did not have Uber. Now we even have Instacart!  No Amazon Prime Pantry here, though. Oh, screw ’em.

Uh oh

I had to call the dreaded 911 last night. It was a hard decision. I think I must have spent a good hour debating, holding my phone in my hand. I went on the internet, which I believe is useful up to a point, and saw pics of broken ankles. Mine looked just like the pic I saw.  Still does.

No way could I sleep. I tried everything, including hanging my leg off the edge of the bed so nothing would contact it. I got up. From my desk chair here, it took me a good ten minutes to hobble to the bathroom. I was going to make a decision. Stay up all night and then, go to a doc? How could I get there, if I managed to make an appointment? I could not walk to a cab or Uber. What was I going to do?

After my very long debate, I finally took the plunge. I remembered my favorite naturopath’s statement, that doctors are only good for setting bones and removing bullets. I think this is one of those times.

I called. 911. “What is your emergency?” As usual. I told the person on the phone, who, from the sound of it, was quite surprised I am 61. I told her I would do my best to unlock the door so they wouldn’t  have to break in. I am not sure if the landlord would bill me for the repairs. I kinda think my deadbolt is inconvenient to break into.

It took a long time, or, what seemed like forever, frozen in total suspense. Had I made a mistake? Would this be the last time I see freedom?

To make things easier for the EMT folks, I held Puzzle in my lap. I’m sure she would have felt threatened by the two invaders who showed up. The woman told me how many dogs she owns and we joked around some.

When I saw that ole familiar stretcher I was so scared….Thank goodness they did  not use sirens. Thank you! Maybe because it was the wee hours. No flashing lights, either.

I have to realize this is not Massachusetts anymore. This is gun-lover country. This explains why the EMTs knocked so many times in attempt to get in. I was not able to get to the door. And thank goodness, when I arrived home from grocery shopping, I’d forgotten to lock the door.

There’s one trivial matter that suddenly mattered.

They explained that they don’t generally barge in, for obvious reasons. Every time they do a home invasion they are seriously putting themselves at risk.

It hurt like hell, even with the two EMTs helping me and also with the aid of my cane (Amazon purchase), to get over to that stretcher. Meanwhile, Puzzle was barking and in a total panic, even though she’d already nuzzled up to the female EMT.

Every bump on the road hurt me. I tried not to show it. I felt embarrassed and ashamed. Still, I’m not in Massachusetts anymore!

The ER was totally empty as far as I knew. What do they do all night? I saw three cops, white males, all schmoozing together and with the nurses and EMTs at the desk. Of course they need cops. In case any of the inmates acts up. Yep, at least one was armed. I hate the way they act toward their guns, but that’s beside the point. One nurse was just sitting there and didn’t seem to be working at all. (Bet she’s high up in the hierarchy.) The other nurses were rearranging the stretchers and cleaning up the waiting room, which was empty. And gossiping at the desk. Lotsa lingo here that I couldn’t understand. It wasn’t medical talk. It was ER slang. Those code words they use. Talking about a previous patient. I had no clue what they were talking about. Lingo is useful in case someone like me shows up.

They wheeled me into a room. I was so scared they would put me in a designated MP room. Nope. I’m not an MP anymore! NO SECURITY GUARD!

They were nice as can be. Looks like they hadn’t even accessed any records that said I have kidney disease. I found my old creatinine level for May, 2017, later online. 2.4. The next time I had it tested in 2018 it had dropped to just under 2. Later, it dropped another 21 points. I’m due for another lab test.

Hey, who says I can’t do it?

They took xrays, three of them, of my foot and ankle, and a CAT scan of my head to check for a head injury. I knew the CAT scan was negative before they even did it. My teeth are slightly more chipped than before. I do not have tooth pain. There’s no real injury to the outside of my mouth but it’s swollen. The inside had a hole in it for a while which has now healed. Sorta. I never hit my skull. My face got in the way. Maybe my baseball cap did, too.

They asked many times about the details of the fall. I told them that unfortunately I barely have much recollection of the actual going down, but I do remember the pavement striking my mouth and nose very hard. I was wearing shorts and I remembered my knees hurting, but that was only a skin scrape. Unfortunately, if there was a pop, either I did not hear it, or I pushed it out of my memory very fast.

I suppose they had to do the CAT scan to cover their butts. I wonder why they didn’t x-ray my other foot, and my two scraped knees…. I have to wash the blood out of my shirt. I am not sure it will come out. Yeah, it added to the drama of the moment.

They were amazed that I carted 45 pounds of groceries home from the bus stop on a broken ankle and managed to get home…at all. I’m not so surprised. Am I superwoman? That next.

They never had to admit me. It did take a while to read the x-rays, but they returned fairly quickly and told me what I had broken. They said this was

Cortical avulsion fracture at the tip of lateral malleolus.

I had to paste that one in. This is not a big deal. Not only that, they said that the injury is likely to heal faster than the usual fracture healing time, which is 6 to 8 weeks. They gave me lightweight crutches and I have what is called an “air cast.” They referred me to an ortho way off the bus line, or far away enough that I will need either a cab or the curbside service that our transit does. They handed me painkillers and gave me a prescription for more. I didn’t even bother taking them, and have not filled the prescription, though I am sure a local pharmacy delivers. Instead, natural medicine all the way!

Apparently, they do not realize I have canceled Medicare Part B. I am not sure my welfare card still works. Maybe I should give those folks a call so I can find out.

I will likely go to the podiatrist I saw before. Tried, tested, and trusted! I will need to call the office and ask if they can fit me with a walking cast (if it’s possible).

I even got to sleep when I got home. The cast provides just enough protection so that it doesn’t hurt to lie down anymore.

Today I managed to take a shower and get dressed. What a major project! I was laughing at the challenges I faced. I got that done! I also figured out how to fill my water filter. I can’t carry it to the sink. I managed to carry boiling water and made coffee. A thermos with a handle works just fine!

Now, I need to fill a knapsack with all the dirty dishes on my table so I can quickly and efficiently carry them to the sink.  Unfortunately, my rolling crate, which would come in handy right now, is down the basement. I could tie it to my waist and cart stuff around the house. I can’t even begin to think about those stairs. I would have to do them on my butt, up and down both. Not now!




Oops! Humpty Dumpty had a great fall…but we’re not eggs, are we?

I stopped by at the post office today and received two letter from Social Security. One of them verified that my Medicare Part B was successfully canceled. Not only that, but I am getting a refund.  They sent me a new Medicare card that only says Part A. It’s free, and I am keeping it around in case I get hit by a drunk driver, or shot. Yes, it would have to be that extreme.

Then, I went to the supermarket. I hate having to walk past a medical clinic to get there. Ick. Either way, sometimes I say to myself, “Nyah nyah” as I walk past.

While I was grocery shopping, I kept telling myself I was feeling a nosebleed coming on. I promised myself I’d better not get this nosebleed until after I left the supermarket. I had a nosebleed in the Giant Eagle in the North Side a couple of years ago. Ironically, it started as I was examining the carrots.

Today, I think I purchased about 40 to 45 pounds of groceries. This is not a big deal. Last time I went, the entire thing weighed 52 pounds. Just because I want to make my dog happy by feeding her dead animal parts.

We have this yucky new bus schedule that everyone hates. People are missing the bus and wondering why. I think after a while we’ll all get used to it…until they make more cuts.

I saw that the bus was already pulling into the parking lot, so I started to walk faster. Suddenly, this lady comes running toward me asking if I want HELP.

I really do fly into a panic hearing those words. There’s a fine line between help and harm. If I hear help, I assume the worst.

I called back to her that I did not need help, but if she could, could she please ask the driver to wait till I get there. I was about one  minute away from the bus. Or maybe 30 seconds. She continued to offer HELP.

I think the issue was that my eyes were on her, instead of on the sidewalk under me. Or, rather, all the sudden it was not under me! My foot just missed the curb. It was not a high curb at all, but still, I went flying down on the pavement. Uh oh!

I’m not sure if I hit my nose. I don’t see any scrape marks on it. Something was bleeding. Badly. And both of my knees.

So three people came running up to me. As expected, they wanted to HELP me up. Actually, that’s likely not the best thing to when a person might be injured. Once, over a decade ago, I fell while I was walking home from the gym and this guy tried to yank me up. I had to yell at him to get him to stop.

I told them I needed to take my time. I had to get my knapsack, which was chock full of groceries, off of my shoulders. I was sure my legs weren’t broken, even though I had hit both knees very hard. My top front tooth had slammed into my upper lip.

They say you should have a “stiff upper lip,” whatever the hell that means. Now, whether my lip is “stiff” or not, I sure do look like freak. I am not sure if my already chipped front teeth chipped a little more. No matter. It adds to the freak image. My new identity!

Two of the people helped by carrying my groceries to the bus. I don’t yet know if my organic eggs survived this. If they hadn’t been organic, definitely they wouldn’t have stood a chance. Someone also grabbed some paper towels from the sports store. I insisted, because I didn’t want any blood on the bus. Bodily fluids, after all. We get enough throw-up on there….

I was shaken, but not that badly. Enough to feel a little unsteady climbing up the steep bus stairs. I seem to have a piece of something, maybe sand, embedded in my lip.

It didn’t take long before my foot, or maybe my ankle, started to hurt. I’m referring to the foot that missed the curb. It was hurting kinda badly when I got off the bus at my stop. The bus driver and one of the passengers helped me take my stuff off the bus.

It was hard walking home.

I have taken off my shoe. I see that the outer ankle bone is a little bit swollen. Other than that, I don’t see any swelling, redness, or blue spots. I have it wrapped.

If it is sprained, seeing a doctor won’t actually do anything, since there’s nothing you can do about a sprain except let it heal. If it is indeed sprained, it’s not a bad sprain. I know what a sprain feels like.

If it is broken…well, I just canceled my health insurance, didn’t I? I wonder how much it costs to have a foot set. If it has to be done, I bet they offer a payment plan.

I’m sitting here with a teabag under my fat lip. That’s my mom’s home cure. You bet we kids sucked on a lot of teabags when we were little. Because we were kids. This is Tetley. My mom swore by Tetley.

Didn’t I say I was in for a nosebleed?

…I just went to empty my groceries. Yes, my foot hurts badly. To my amazement, my organic eggs survived the crash. I noticed my plastic container of Campari tomatoes had burst open. At least it wasn’t the box of blueberries! I have learned to put a rubber band around those boxes. If you have ever had a box of blueberries come crashing out of the fridge….Maybe your dog had a lot of fun! Mine did!

I gathered all the tomatoes, scattered around my duffel bag. Not one of them got squashed.

So…all will be fine.



Black water

First of all…

I can’t listen to this without crying. Joe and I used to listen to this all the time. He had a tape deck in his van. He had played some of those cassettes so much that the tapes had warped. When I told him I was going to get some of this new thing, compact discs, he shook his head and said I was nuts.

Anyway, I have gotten sidetracked already! Today I finally made my very first homemade water filter. It does filter my contaminated tap water very well. The water is good! Drinkable! Which says a lot about my filter because my tap water is so contaminated with horrible chemicals (that I can’t even pronounce) that a regular Brita filter won’t do the trick. Never mind my water/trash/sewage bill is about $180 or more every quarter! And that’s to be expected, the city claims, for one person.

Do you smell the corruption in the air?

Anyway….My filtered water is on the blackish side. As I continue to use the filter I’m noticing it’s clearer, though. I have found that all I need to do is to let the charcoal silt fall to the bottom of the pitcher. So there.

This barely cost me anything. I took apart an old Zero water filter and filled it up with charcoal. Done. Except I don’t think I should have added the finely-ground variety of charcoal……



Look at this gem I just found!

Check it out:

Wow, that is getting creepy. Don’t you think they’re wasting their time? People do commit fraud, though.  I have heard that the most commonly faked disabilities are “mental” problems and “back pain.”

I can see why! Did you see my YouTube on my former “schiz” diagnosis?

Quick fix insomnia cure

Check this out!

Makes sense, eh? There are plenty of places to camp around here. I just have to find one that is on the bus line or fairly close to a bus line (there’s such thing as walking, right?).

Oh, and bring a huge amount of paper and writing instruments because for sure, I cannot go an entire weekend without writing.



Done with another article

I finished an article on ECT a couple of days ago and sent it off. I assume they got it.  It’s a little odd not hearing anything, but I’m not too worried. I had a deadline and I did it.

I just finished another article that will be going up in MIA. I will be providing a link to it as soon as it goes up.

I downloaded Logitech cam software and there’s no “snap picture” button!

Oddly, an internet search comes up with nothing. Nothing on their forums, either. How could I possibly be the only person with this problem? I still have the old setup file. Maybe use the old version…..