Thursday, December 22, 2022

A few pieces short of a jigsaw puzzle

I started this 2000-piece jigsaw puzzle before my surgery - just couldn't wait - and finished it this morning. I neglected it for quite a bit during that time, just couldn't get up the oomph to work on it. It's a used puzzle, purchased at a sale at the local community center. I assume the missing 9 pieces happened before I got it, that I didn't lose *that* many, despite one cat's penchant for destruction. (I covered the puzzle with poster board when not working on it.)


I took a picture of the poster because the puzzle was too large to photograph without climbing onto something, not recommended for someone with only one useful arm. It's title is "Quilting Shed", although I think "Fiber Shed" would be more accurate. There is a spinning wheel, a loom, a sewing machine, lots of cloth and yarn, two cats, a dog, etc. Wouldn't it be great to have a studio like this?

Healing is going slowly. My left shoulder was a reverse replacement, which involves removal of some of the muscles (which one doesn't really need, apparently). The right is a regular replacement, so I still have all the muscles. This means twice weekly visits for passive physical therapy, plus passive exercises to do at home FIVE times a day, to prevent frozen shoulder. Then I also caught a cold after visiting the doctor's office to have the staples removed. Needless to say, I've been masking since then.

Xmas may be delayed this year, due to the weather. Not just snow but frigid temperatures. I'm not much of a holiday person, so I'm okay with whatever happens. And as much as I appreciate my SO and daughter for helping me while I heal, I have to admit I am enjoying some alone time for a change.

Hope you have the holiday you wish for!

Sunday, December 04, 2022

Home and doing well

The surgery on Wednesday went fine. I came home Thursday, had a bit of a scare and went to the ER on Saturday (all is well), and will start PT tomorrow. I've been sleeping remarkably well in the recliner, but I'm sure the pain pills help that.


The anesthesiologist recognized me from a local fiber workshop she was involved in. I tried to talk her into joining the weaving guild. We'll see if I'm successful.