Random Thoughts

I'm writing today from my bedroom which is my post-surgery communication desk. An icepack is my new best friend. The site of my incision is beginning to itch, which I assume means the healing is well underway. I have a tad of improvement in my toes, but they still don't work quite the way they are supposed to. I still stumble a bit. (Think Weebles wobble but they don't fall down!) But the good news is, this morning I found myself scurrying around. I know it sounds weird. I mean how often does on e scurry? One of the things I noticed about my drop foot situation was not only my inability to walk, but to walk with any kind of speed. Forget running. As in running into the store to pick up one item in the back corner while your Sweetie waits in the car when it's 116 degrees outside. I just couldn't do it. I had to amble along while Sweetie sat in the slow cooker. I can't say I "ran" around the house today, but I believe I moved faster than a normal wal...

Ed. Note: Today I am going back to my blogging roots. Having no idea what I'd have to say on a blog, I decided to just put down thoughts at random, as they came to me. I've been thinking of changing that name to something else, but haven't quite hit on the right something yet. I went to the dentist this morning. One half of my face is still anesthetized. I can feel my tongue waking up. I've only dribbled on myself once. My father and I used to have a running argument over dentists in general, and often our personal dentist in particular. Dad thought dentists were just out to get your money.  Well, duh! But my side of the argument was that as medicine has evolved and become way more technical, requiring lab tests and x-ray procedures of all kinds, so has dentistry. New ways of doing things costs more and dentists have to feed their kids too. Balderdash, he'd respond. (Actually, I don't think  my father ever said balderdash, but I'll leave it at that.)  Dad ...