Clumsy Blonde

Have been to see our friend M. who was also injured in the war, though his accident was in Iraq and C, my husband, lost his leg in Afghanistan.  We are visiting M fairly often. Trying to answer any questions he might have about therapy, etc but mostly because we know how it is to spend forever in a hospital and really just need some company.  Hard to deal with all of it at once. M's injuries are different than C's but C really can offer a lot of advice and empathy.
 
Anyway, M walked in PT today, about 25 feet, which was fantastic.  I know he thought it wasn't much, but it really was a lot. C and I were both really happy for him.  As we were leaving he shook Cs hand and went to hug me. Now, C was in a wheelchair for a long time; I should know how to hug a guy in a wheelchair. But I didn't lean down enough and knocked poor M in the head with my shoulder!! Arrggh! I could crawl under a table thinking about it. I would never want to hurt the poor guy and there I go whacking him in the head.  It was clumsy and so awkward. Arrrrrrgggghh!  I remember how C was when he was stuck in a wheelchair. He needed to be hugged as normally as possible and arrrrggggggggggggggggggg!!!
I tried to apologize. I really can be totally clumsy and it's not at all how I mean to be.
Feeling silly and sorry.  Hopefully he will think less of it than I.
 
In other news, C and I booked flights to see St Pete in August and look for houses/apartments.  Very excited.  My little brother is going to come for a visit first and then fly down with us.  Going to be a nice break. I'll have to take some pics.
Aufwiedersehn!
 

7/15/04

Am having an awfully nice morning. Finally, after weeks of searching online and with different pharmacies I have found the cream C. needs for his leg.  Yippee. Took forever.
 
Got all the bills paid, am all squared away.  Even got the bathroom scrubbed.
 
Next week I should hear back from the prosthetist and I have been finding all sorts of great rentals down in St Pete for C and I to look at in September when we fly down. Even got a great rate on the flight this morning.
 
I'm excited about the trip. Get to see my family and show C where we're looking at moving.  He'll get to see his new school. Going to miss the kitties but we'll only be gone a week.
 
Hmm, what else. Tomorrow we're scheduled to bike in the Operation Red Sleigh race in Asheboro.  Probably not going to make it though.  C has developed a significant bruise on his fibula and is having a really hard time just putting on his leg.  So we are thinking of seeing a movie instead. Bit of a letdown, but this is not his fault and I know he is disappointed as well. We paid the registration a while ago though. I wish I knew someone who would like to go in our stead. Thinking about writing the people I know from Team in Training.
 
Going to go read someone else's blog now.  Trying to think of something terribly amusing to put in mine. Hard though. I am really just happy and content today. All smiles.

wow...there are quite a lot of blogs

I am, for some reason unbeknownst to me, still conscious. Probably because I have been cruising around here looking at all the blogs. WOW!! There are quite a few. Opened several that were pretty much journals, like this one and then several that were hilarious accounts of the bloggers' day. I particularly enjoyed the fellow with the dump trick and the Acura. The titles of some of these are wild! Opened one that seemed intriguing but innocent and my system was inundated with porno popups. My firewall was unable to keep up. Won't go back there.

So my fellow is in bed and even the cats have turned in. Sad when you outlast the nocturnal kitties.

I am waiting this week to hear back from the prosthetist I interviewed with Monday. If all goes well, I can spend the rest of the year working with him and hopefully get a leg up when the certification/BAS program starts. I am so excited to get back to school. Sounds silly, but I really do miss working out my brain.

First Entry

Wow...wandered onto the Google search engine and in my rambling have found this. Interesting. Was unaware Google was so interested in my odd little thoughts.

Hubby and I have been asked to do an interview. Will get into why later. It's been roughly 7 months since we did the last one and, though it went well, I am more than slightly uneasy with the prospect of more. The paper wants to fly the reporter and a photographer in from Boston. They want a "feel for our daily life." Why? I have asked my family. Total dissidence. Mom says we have an obligation, well, she didn't really say obligation. Let me try again. Mom says we should share our story so other people can understand. I feel, to put it kindly, that there have been enough articles and enough pictures and enough intrusions into our daily life and the public is probably more understanding of that than newspaper reporters would like to admit.

Suppose I should back up. Last year my husband was seriously wounded overseas serving the US Army. He's undergone more medical treatments, surgery, physical therapy, etc than you can shake a stick at. We've met A LOT of people. Some very important people. And talked to several reporters. We turned most away so my husband could have some privacy and dignity. We saw other families in similar situations embrace, heck, invite the press. We ran them off vehemently.

And yet, a year later, they come back!?! Persistent to the end I suppose.

In the end, my guy and I will have to decide together. I want nothing to do with it. But he feels he should at least hear the reporter out.

I know I have left out a lot of details, but the families of other wounded servicepeople will understand why. He is my first concern and not the scoop of some paper. We'll see. G'night.