November Part 2

If you missed the first half of my recap of the month you can find it here.  

By that weekend (I had surgery on Wednesday); the kids had gone with my parents and I was on my own to take care of not only myself but my dog.  Even though my doctor told me I could walk on my foot - it was unbearable.  I spent most of the weekend either hopping or crawling to where I needed to be.  That made things like filling the dogs water bowl pretty complicated.  Lets just say he drank a lot of bottled water that weekend as that was the only way I could do it without spilling water everywhere.  

I think it was probably Tuesday (not even a week) before I begged my friend Jamie to come pick me up and get me out of my house.  I just couldn't take being cooped up any longer.  She did of course and we went to Target; our favorite store!  I don't remember the last time I laughed as much as I did that day as I rode around in the motorized scooter bumping into things left and right.  It was definitely what I needed to get out of my funk.  

The kids were back home for two days (Monday and Tuesday) before I sent them off to the other grandparents house for the Thanksgiving holiday so I could attempt to finish recoup-orating.  I was probably the most depressed I've been this whole deployment during this time.  Again I was home alone with the holidays approaching and not only was my husband deployed but my kids were gone too. 

I decided to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with friends instead of family.  My thought process went like this: if I didn't have my husband and my kids - I didn't want to be around any family.  I was depressed enough as it was and I was sure that being with extended family would only make me miss MY family even more.  

While no one came right out and said it, I got the feeling that my family was a little upset about my decision not to join them.  They just didn't get my reasoning - they kept saying they were MY family.  Then again; none of them have had a spouse deployed, let alone deployed over the holidays - so I didn't exactly expect them to get it.  

I pretty much spent that entire week planted on my friend Jamie's couch with her and her husband.  They would come pick me up every morning and take me home every night so that I could still care for my dog.  They also fed me an awesome Thanksgiving dinner!  They did everything and anything I asked of them - and I truly don't know if I will ever be able to repay them.  

The whole not driving thing lasted for about 3 weeks before I had had enough and started driving again.  I got tired of feeling like I had to constantly entertain because there was always someone here.  It was nice at first but after being on my own for so many months; it started to get old.  I just wanted to be alone again!  (I know that sounds crazy).

So that brings us up to December.  Stay turned for another post with December's high points and low points.  

November

Wow!  November seems like such a long time ago.  And believe me; I do not miss it!

As I'm pretty sure I mentioned November was the month of my surgery.  I had a bunionectomy.  Again.  (Even though blogger thinks I'm spelling it wrong, I'm not!  It's my third one; I'm pretty sure I know how to spell it by now).

I spent the first half of the month stressing out over if I was making the right decision to have surgery while my husband was deployed and trying to make sure that there was going to be someone here to help every day for eight weeks with getting the kids to and from school/daycare and sports; as well as grocery shopping and things around the house.

And yes, I said eight weeks!  I was preparing to be on crutches for eight weeks and be unable to drive for the entire time as I was having surgery on my right foot.

Unfortunately during this time, I learned a hard lesson as to who my real friends were.  It's a hard lesson to learn on its own and even harder when I didn't have my husband here to lean on.

Turns out though, when I woke up from surgery, I didn't need crutches at all!  I guess at the last minute he decided to do a different procedure; I'm still to this day not sure how it all came down to what it did.  I of course still wasn't suppose to drive for several weeks so I still needed someone here at my house to help out.

The day after surgery was the worst!  I called my doctor in tears.  I took so many pain pills that day.  I was only suppose to take 1 every 6 or 8 hours and I was taking 1 every 3 to 4.  Luckily it caused me to sleep most of the day but even then the pain was still horrible.  I don't remember being in so much pain after the first two surgeries.

This story is apparently way longer than I anticipated - so I'll continue another day....