Becca came to the house at 10:00 this morning to do wound care.
Wound care is when I sit in a comfortable chair naked while Becca
rubs my burns with olive oil and other weird-smelling ointments.
We laughed a lot and talked about her new house and the paint colors she had chosen.
We also talked extensively about The Macaroni grill,
which directly correlated to the 100 pounds
of olive oil she was slathering on my body.
Then I mentioned that The Macaroni Grill sounded good,
and she immediately called my mom (since Mr. Nielson and the Nies are in AZ)
and told her that I had a craving.
ANYTIME I say something sounds good, it magically appears.
Everyone says I'm too skinny and in desperate need of calories.
Mr. Nielson and the children are in Arizona,
eating fresh citrus and packing the house.
Sometimes I can't believe my life.
I'll miss our Lazona Estate, the Mullberry Bungalow,
my dishes, the kid's rooms, and the mailman, Donald.
I just miss my old life!!
It just up and changed in a sudden instant.
Moving away from the house and life I used to have is weird.
Now I am off to PT and G-Dogg at the hospital, who works on my hands until I cry.
Then says he is sorry and gives me a little break until I feel much better.
Then he's at it again.
Kirk will help loosen my limbs, and we'll chat about once upon a time
when we both instructed skiing at Sundance.
Those were the good days.
Shane will show me how to "work it," strutting myself across the PT floor
(my favorite part is watching him show me!!).
Hopefully, all this work will allow me soon enough to say goodbye to
my C-3PO gate and start to walk normally again.
Can't wait. Sorry, no photos. My hands still aren't strong enough
to pick up a camera, plus I'm still embarrassed by myself.
