Wow, yesterday was not a nice day. Temps in the mid-20’s, howling wind, bundle up like it’s January. Most days in January aren’t that unpleasant.
This morning…
Cloudless sky. Frosty at first, of course, because of all that new moisture but it’s probably going to be in the sixties at least. The last of the snow will melt but if we get good sun it’ll go a long way toward drying out the quagmire that the roads turned into first thing yesterday, even with the cold holding back the melt somewhat.
So Tobie and I had as much of a nice walkie as I could physically stand – I’m hobbling around on a cane like a broken old man – and then we got started on chores, some of which have kind of piled up during the past four days of nasty April…
As soon as I’m done here I’ll go to S&L’s and feed their animals. And then I’ll do what I’ve done pretty much every day for the past three weeks or so – apply the seat of my pants to the seat of my chair and read a book till it’s time for the next walkie.
Tomorrow – I sincerely hope – I’ll put this unpleasantness behind me. I have at least pinned down what this new prosthetic socket is doing to me, and it’s extremely likely that it’s just a matter of adjustment. Seriously, in most ways the socket fits fine. It has completely solved the problem that was causing the old one to rub me bloody. But it’s pressing hard on a really sensitive spot that sometimes, out of the blue, makes it impossible to take even one more agonizing step – that’s usually a problem with the angle, not the socket, and with these “new” (I’m about 30 years behind the tech curve) legs angles are adjustable. So I’m living in hope. If that doesn’t work I’m going to have to think in terms of starting again, and I don’t know how that works financially. But I really do have hope this will be an easy fix. Unless something else goes wrong I’ll know tomorrow.