I'm bound & determined to live life in the primaries (think simplicity) this year. But for the life of me I can't find a combination to equal the days' doings, or the months' for that matter.
It all began last summer when, shortly after moving into our lodge perch, my husband twisted an ankle & fell down a slope while carrying a weighty load of bricks. Immediately he realized he'd damaged his knee in the process. Now, many months & no little pain later, he's had a full knee replacement. That took place three weeks ago.
I'm pleased to report his surgery went very well, and he's done better than anyone expected in getting up & going again. It's been rugged, no doubt. But thanks to modern medicine (think pain meds) and an indomitable spirit, he's pressed on.
Last week he had yet another surgery for the removal of a cataract. No big deal. And it wasn't. Not only were they able to extract the murky lens from his right eye, but they rendered his vision 20/15. Definitely a success!
Here's where the crayon scramble gets messy ...
In the night following his cataract surgery he woke with a start only to discover his backside covered with huge hives. From his neck all the way to backsides of his knees he was festooned. By morning we were in the doctor's office. They juggled some meds, added Benadryl, assured him they'd abate, & sent us on our way.
Well, those wicked hives are now the size of small pancakes (both diameter & depth) and as vigorous as ever. We spent most of today at the local clinic. They've pretty much determined they're the result of the pain meds he's been taking for his knee, so he's stopped taking them to see what happens.
The good news? The hives are diminishing.
The bad news? The pain is quite unpleasant.
How like life, huh?
Anyway, I'm back to my box of Crayolas now in search of something that approximates these very colorful days. There's a lot you can do with red, yellow, blue & green. I think.
That about does it.