As I wrote I fell two days ago.  It was late Monday morning early Tuesday morning.  I couldn’t sleep so I got up and went to my Pink Palace.  I was sitting in my chair and got up then went to take a step and suddenly had no legs, my right leg was totally gone and my left had about 1/4 strength and was not enough to hold me even if I had warning.  See the damage to my spine makes my legs go suddenly dead.  It is why I am supposed to use a cane even in the house.    I went down hard on my right side bruising my ankle, my right hip right at the place of my implant where it goes into my pelvis, coming down hard on my right shoulder, and I threw my hand down in front of me in a fist to break my fall which has given me a swollen hand and bruised knuckles.  It is good I hit my hip where I did, remember I have thin bones osteoporosis.  If I had hit on the bone lower could have broken my leg bone.  A little higher and it could have been my pelvis.  There is a large very dark bruise right in the middle of my still deep very long scar.  The surgeon who did my right hip in 2004 was 74 years old doing his duty for god and his country.  He had been a military surgeon who when he retired from private practice went back to working for the VA.  His office was plastered with posters about the Christian god, and he played Christian radio broadcasts / music while meeting with patients.  Today I would have raised a fuss and made it an issue.  But the guy flayed me, his scar is wide and over 9 inches long.  It runs from my hip across to some of my right butt cheek.  My surgeon in 2017 who did my left hip had a small 1-inch scar.  So I can hardly move the mouse even the small bit required for using the mouse, and my hand hurts too much to really type.  Walking is a real fun exercise right now.

Ron was sound asleep and he said it made a huge boom that woke him.  That may have been the shelf I reached out for support and brought it crashing down on me.  Everything hit the floor including my Xbox One.  Lucky it slid off the shelf as it was tipped to one side as it came off so the box managed to slid down without crashing.  Still works so it is OK.  But as Ron struggled to pick me up, he complained I was not helping much.  I told him I couldn’t control my right leg at all, no muscle control over and could hardly move my left one much less get support out of it.  Looking back he should have gotten my walker.  It has a seat, he could have wheeled me to the bedroom.  He did get me one of my canes which I used to help support me as he supported the other side.  

So why not do a video.  The roofing company came this morning to put a new roof on to replace the roof they did that kept leaking.  Now the rep says we need to keep after the company for assistance repairing the ceiling tiles that got wet so that we can secure the skylight they put in.  See it hooks over the inside of the tiles which can’t happen on ours because the skylight kept leaking causing the tiles to swell and then decay away giving the bottom part nothing to hook to.  Plus I got a very important post to go make.  

While the benefit from the steroids is still going the side effects of driving hunger has worn off.  Just in time, I had gained 10 pounds from constant eating.  I think if I can get away with it next month I will not take them.  Plus hopefully the walking and exercising is creating needed muscle.  Anyway to get to the very important post I wanted to make as soon as I get done with this one.  

An update on Ron and his mental decline.  Mornings are the worst for him and some late evenings before he comes to bed.  But lately he has been coming to bed at 8 or 8:30 pm.  This morning he was trying to talk to me about things but it was almost impossible.  He would start sentences with no subject or thing he was talking about, just saying what he heard or saw.  I would have to stop him and gently ask him what we’re talking about, was it a person, place, or thing.  This morning he told me one of the roofers asked him if something was ours, saying Scottie someone dropped stuff off on our lawn.  The roofers had to move it to park their trucks.   Side note I had a stroke in early 2023 and got dysphasia where I could see the word I wanted to say, understood what it meant, but couldn’t get my mouth to say it no matter how hard I worked.  It was so damn frustrating.  My conversations then made more sense than Ron’s lately in the morning.  

I went through the security cameras. Turns out the neighbor two doors down from Ohio were going home today and left a bunch of stuff out on trash day.  We have three trash days a week.  Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.  The workers seen it and took the stuff from there to our lawn.  Yes they had to move it because they put it there.   They did not ask Ron if we owned it, Ron asked them why they brought a bicycle with them.  The guy told him where they got it and explained it was being thrown away did Ron mind if they took some of the stuff.  He said no keep it.  Then came in as I said and told me that someone dropped a bike and shelving unit off on our lawn that the roofing guys had to move.  He figured it was maybe stolen because one of the renters of the guy next to us was a person that stole stuff mainly bikes and golf carts.  We saw her on our camera try to steal ours and chased her all the way back into the guy’s house.  

I went through the security cameras and seen the guy show up, park his large work panel truck.  Then he walked up the street he had just driven down, and bring back the bike and several other items back to our lawn.    After I watched the camera then talked to Ron again.  I showed Ron the camera footage, then explained to him what it showed.  So I asked him why the guy asked Ron if it was ours when they knew it was not.  Ron looked at me confused and then explained that the guy did not ask him, that Ron had asked the guy if the stuff was theirs.  Why he would even do that I don’t know.  What do we care as it was not ours? 

This morning knowing these guys were coming I got him up at 6:30 so we could both shower.  After I got mine I told him that he could start his while I got dressed.  I got dressed and still no Ron.  I came out to find him fiddling around with blinds.  I admit I scolded him because I was frustrated.  That was wrong, but I had asked him to get up earlier and he did not want to.  I get up at five am.  I talked to him and asked if he wanted to get up.  No he said.  I said when?  I asked if 6 am would do.  No he was tired.  Ok so I waited to 6:30.  As it was the guys showed up while he was still in the shower because as I figured they came at 7:30.  The same time they came the last time.   

At night when he comes to bed the next time I have to pee I come out to check if he has left food out or forgot to close the refrigerator / freezer.  So many times before I started checking I would come out in the morning to find one of the other totally iced over.  Many times the freezer so iced over the light wouldn’t work until I thawed the switch and the light bulb out.  I can tell if he has set the alarm from the bedroom and set it from there with the keyboard or my phone.  But he is not sundowning as he is far more with it at night than he is in the morning.  In the morning he is struggling hard, he can barely function.  I make coffee, deal with the cats if I have not already, he sits in his chair and often forgets to drink his coffee until I remind him as I am ready for my second cup.  Then he downs his and hands me his cup.

This is my life and how I am trying to deal with it.   Hugs