Times like this, (well, actually ALL the time!) glad I'm retired and don't have to go anywhere!
Sure is pretty, though
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Good afternoon, my dear, beloved porchers!
I feel that I must apologize for yet another lengthy absence due to unforeseen circumstances. Honestly, it is beginning to feel like the Universe has decided that we are considerably stronger than we give ourselves credit for.
Nearly three weeks ago now, my Darling Bride called me early in the morning just as I'd gotten in to work. She had fallen down again while trying to get out of bed to grab a towel after spilling water on herself while taking her meds. She was afraid that she'd broken her ankle. Well... she was right. I rushed home and helped her back into bed and took a good look at her ankle. Odd angle and already swelling. I splinted it, put ice on it, and tried to convince her to let me call an ambulance. She refused the ambulance and insisted that she could make it down the stairs and to the car so that I could take her in myself. Weeelllllll... 8 hours later, we'd managed to make it to the bottom of the stairs. At that point, neither of us could come up with any conceivable way to get her out the door and into the car (unless she wanted to crawl all the way out on the rough driveway). Finally, she conceded and called for an ambulance. She called the constable's office instead of 911 (constable's phone number is for non-emergency ambulance calls). 10 minutes later, a constable is knocking on my door...He's looking at me suspiciously and asking tons of questions. I just let him in the house and stepped off to the side while he questioned my Darling Bride who is sitting on the bottom step with her left ankle wrapped in a splint and propped up with an ice pack on it. Then the EMTs show up. After finding out that the injury occurred 8 hours prior, one of them starts reading me the riot act. I finally snapped and said, "Look lady. I don't make the decisions around here... she wanted to get to the hospital on her own. If it had been up to me, y'all woulda been here by 7:45 this morning, and we'd be halfway done at the ER by now." Then she started asking about medical history, medications, allergies and whatnot... I answered ALL of her questions while the other two techs were assisting my Bride. Her attitude completely changed by the time we were done. I think she finally realized that I do take care of my wife, and I am VERY familiar with everything that goes on with her. Then they loaded her up and took her to the ER while I followed behind in the car. After being in the back of the ambulance with my Darling Bride for 45 minutes, that EMT lady gave me a hug once we got to the hospital!
They were even impressed with my 'splint' which was nothing more than a t-shirt that I'd wrapped around her lower leg for a cushion, two plunger handles, and an Ace bandage. Never underestimate a redneck...
So, fast forward to the ER. They did x-rays and whatnot, determined that she'd not only dislocated her left ankle, but also broken the tibia (big shin bone) and fibula (smaller bone in the lower leg) where they meet the talus (top of the foot). They moved her to inpatient and scheduled a surgery. Surgery came... two screws to put the tibia back together, and a metal plate on the fibula to hold it in one piece. Then they ended up keeping her for two full weeks to manage several of her other medical issues. Apparently they weren't happy with her diabetes control, because they completely messed with her insulin pump settings. After I kicked the first endocrinologist out, they sent someone else and we got everything back under control.
She is back at home now, nonweight-bearing on her left foot for at least 6 more weeks. Still dealing with the broken left wrist from her last fall.
On top of all that, my supervisor is now retired from work; which leaves me in charge of the shop. Trying to sort through everything and get things set up with outside vendors so that I'm authorized to handle business while bouncing back and forth between work, home, and the hospital through that whole ordeal was just a bit on the far end of my ability to handle everything. Things are beginning to settle in though... at least I can finally breathe!
Sooooo.... that's the gist of what I've been up to for the past 3-4 weeks. Haven't really been able to get all caught up on the posts between the last time I was here on the Porch and now, so I'll just say that all of you have been on my mind, in my heart, and most definitely in my prayers that everyone is safe, happy, healthy, and generally well. All of my deepest, most heartfelt love to each and every one of you!!
Good afternoon, my dear, beloved porchers!
I feel that I must apologize for yet another lengthy absence due to unforeseen circumstances. Honestly, it is beginning to feel like the Universe has decided that we are considerably stronger than we give ourselves credit for.
Nearly three weeks ago now, my Darling Bride called me early in the morning just as I'd gotten in to work. She had fallen down again while trying to get out of bed to grab a towel after spilling water on herself while taking her meds. She was afraid that she'd broken her ankle. Well... she was right. I rushed home and helped her back into bed and took a good look at her ankle. Odd angle and already swelling. I splinted it, put ice on it, and tried to convince her to let me call an ambulance. She refused the ambulance and insisted that she could make it down the stairs and to the car so that I could take her in myself. Weeelllllll... 8 hours later, we'd managed to make it to the bottom of the stairs. At that point, neither of us could come up with any conceivable way to get her out the door and into the car (unless she wanted to crawl all the way out on the rough driveway). Finally, she conceded and called for an ambulance. She called the constable's office instead of 911 (constable's phone number is for non-emergency ambulance calls). 10 minutes later, a constable is knocking on my door...
So, fast forward to the ER. They did x-rays and whatnot, determined that she'd not only dislocated her left ankle, but also broken the tibia (big shin bone) and fibula (smaller bone in the lower leg) where they meet the talus (top of the foot). They moved her to inpatient and scheduled a surgery. Surgery came... two screws to put the tibia back together, and a metal plate on the fibula to hold it in one piece. Then they ended up keeping her for two full weeks to manage several of her other medical issues. Apparently they weren't happy with her diabetes control, because they completely messed with her insulin pump settings. After I kicked the first endocrinologist out, they sent someone else and we got everything back under control.
She is back at home now, nonweight-bearing on her left foot for at least 6 more weeks. Still dealing with the broken left wrist from her last fall.
On top of all that, my supervisor is now retired from work; which leaves me in charge of the shop. Trying to sort through everything and get things set up with outside vendors so that I'm authorized to handle business while bouncing back and forth between work, home, and the hospital through that whole ordeal was just a bit on the far end of my ability to handle everything. Things are beginning to settle in though... at least I can finally breathe!
Sooooo.... that's the gist of what I've been up to for the past 3-4 weeks. Haven't really been able to get all caught up on the posts between the last time I was here on the Porch and now, so I'll just say that all of you have been on my mind, in my heart, and most definitely in my prayers that everyone is safe, happy, healthy, and generally well. All of my deepest, most heartfelt love to each and every one of you!!
Dang Kaez when it rains it pours. That is horrible. Going up and down stairs on your hands and knees is a real hassle, I know it took me 2 months before I got the courage up to try it after amputation. I don't know why it scared me so much but it did. I think it was more getting down to my hands and knees. Tell her I know just how she feels I was in the living room for 2 months, then again after my fall 5 years ago. Its no fun especially when the bathroom is upstairs. That's not what she needed now. Tell her me and Ginny are thinking and praying for her. I finally bought some knee pads for athletes because my boney knees couldn't take it. Getting from that position into the chair is no fun either.Good afternoon, my dear, beloved porchers!
I feel that I must apologize for yet another lengthy absence due to unforeseen circumstances. Honestly, it is beginning to feel like the Universe has decided that we are considerably stronger than we give ourselves credit for.
Nearly three weeks ago now, my Darling Bride called me early in the morning just as I'd gotten in to work. She had fallen down again while trying to get out of bed to grab a towel after spilling water on herself while taking her meds. She was afraid that she'd broken her ankle. Well... she was right. I rushed home and helped her back into bed and took a good look at her ankle. Odd angle and already swelling. I splinted it, put ice on it, and tried to convince her to let me call an ambulance. She refused the ambulance and insisted that she could make it down the stairs and to the car so that I could take her in myself. Weeelllllll... 8 hours later, we'd managed to make it to the bottom of the stairs. At that point, neither of us could come up with any conceivable way to get her out the door and into the car (unless she wanted to crawl all the way out on the rough driveway). Finally, she conceded and called for an ambulance. She called the constable's office instead of 911 (constable's phone number is for non-emergency ambulance calls). 10 minutes later, a constable is knocking on my door...
So, fast forward to the ER. They did x-rays and whatnot, determined that she'd not only dislocated her left ankle, but also broken the tibia (big shin bone) and fibula (smaller bone in the lower leg) where they meet the talus (top of the foot). They moved her to inpatient and scheduled a surgery. Surgery came... two screws to put the tibia back together, and a metal plate on the fibula to hold it in one piece. Then they ended up keeping her for two full weeks to manage several of her other medical issues. Apparently they weren't happy with her diabetes control, because they completely messed with her insulin pump settings. After I kicked the first endocrinologist out, they sent someone else and we got everything back under control.
She is back at home now, nonweight-bearing on her left foot for at least 6 more weeks. Still dealing with the broken left wrist from her last fall.
On top of all that, my supervisor is now retired from work; which leaves me in charge of the shop. Trying to sort through everything and get things set up with outside vendors so that I'm authorized to handle business while bouncing back and forth between work, home, and the hospital through that whole ordeal was just a bit on the far end of my ability to handle everything. Things are beginning to settle in though... at least I can finally breathe!
Sooooo.... that's the gist of what I've been up to for the past 3-4 weeks. Haven't really been able to get all caught up on the posts between the last time I was here on the Porch and now, so I'll just say that all of you have been on my mind, in my heart, and most definitely in my prayers that everyone is safe, happy, healthy, and generally well. All of my deepest, most heartfelt love to each and every one of you!!
Hey Gary how safe is it to give your actual address. Do they send anyone to your house. Seems like it would work better since my zip covers a big area and big difference in elevation.
Address? Give yer address to who? Didn't pay much attention to the first link but I've used the second link. No address required. Just zip code.
Yeah but if you really want to find out what you need it asks for your address which like I say where I am from Nine Mile Falls is about5 miles and a 1000' elevation difference. Nine Mile Falls is where the zip is though.Address? Give yer address to who? Didn't pay much attention to the first link but I've used the second link. No address required. Just zip code.
And... this wood be a great topic for CUT DA KAYBULL!.
No coax and no tuner would also need a box. I have one in the motorhome that I don't use but it is a cheepy. All I have is HDMI connections.
You'll need a hdmi to coax converter then.
But you can try a cheapo antenna on the motor home tv just to see what you get. Then invest in a hdmi converter if it works for you.
