During the "growing" years of our progeny and the humorously perceived youth of our spouses, my BFF Cindy and I created, participated in and cajoled our spouses into a number of "crazy" ideas. When the phone would ring and BFF Cindy would ask for Dave, he knew he was done for and had already been signed up to do something (dress like a cowboy and square dance at a Hoedown, ride across the western region of the United States on a bike, or wear a powder blue ruffled tuxedo 2 sizes too small complete with a kleenex corsage, to name a few) he wanted no part of. He called us Lucy and Ethel and if that follows, then when he knew he was going to feel like an idiot, he was Fred.
So, when I had my first orthopedic surgery, I was granted my first pair of crutches. I named them, appropriately, Lucy and Ethel. Lucy is the left crutch and usually leads with Ethel following dutifully behind. I've had Lucy and Ethel through knee surgery, achilles surgery and now an ankleysomething or other. So, when the rehab people came to give their spiel about mobile apparatus, I waved them away out of respect for Lucy and Ethel. This ain't my first rodeo folks.
Yeah. About that. I made it out for about 2 hours Saturday night, was up and about Sunday for a time and was ready to take a double dose of pain pills by Sunday night NOT because my foot hurt, no! It was because my shoulders, neck and forearms hurt so bad, the thought of standing up with crutches was reducing me to tears. What a baby.
Not one to give in however, I went for a ride in the car to pick up a pizza on Monday. Feeling spunky, I hopped up the two steps from the garage to the kitchen, tucked Lucy and Ethel firmly under my arms and fell, face first onto the kitchen floor. Lucy flew forward while Ethel had gotten caught on the door jam. Apparently I swore rather loudly as I hit the ground but I was laughing and crying so hard by the time my husband (scared to death, I might add) got to me that he wasn't exactly sure what had even happened and he didn't think it was funny at all.
This morning, the Home Health Care people delivered a "knee cruiser" - sort of like a 4 wheeled trike where I can rest my casted leg on the padded part and use my good leg to make it go. I can't lie, I feel like an idiot. I think I'll name this one Fred.