I still have to keep my legs and feet bandaged and wrapped in Ace bandages and those have to be changed every other day, but the fact that this can be done at home with the help of a kid or two is reason to celebrate. And when completely healed, I will have a compression device for each leg, kept closed with Velcro, that I think I can handle by myself. That makes me even happier. My kids have been great - hauling me to appointments and helping me with the bandaging in between times. But I will be pleased when I don't need to ask for help.
Funny, isn't it. When family has asked me for help in the past, I have always been glad to help if I could and have never, ever considered it a burden. But it makes me a wee bit (alright - a lot) crazy when I have to ask any of them to help me with anything. My kids tell me that I am just stubborn, and I suppose they may be right. Well, OK. They are spot on, but don't tell them I said so! But I think it is more that the older I get, the more I fear losing my independence.
I have a few things I want to get done before the cleaners come in sometime in January, so I am taking off until after the first of the year. There are a couple pieces of furniture to be moved and another shelving unit to be set up. I am out of space on the shelves that hold my home canned food. As a result, I have several cases of food in jars sitting on the floor of my bedroom. They need to be shelved so the carpet can be properly vacuumed and after that I can shampoo the carpets.
And when all is said and done, I plan to spend the rest of the winter sewing and quilting and crocheting. Not very exciting, I know, but those are the things I enjoy. Give me a nice, quiet winter, preferably indoors where it is toasty warm, and I am one happy granny.