Some incredibly high winds blew through the area on Thursday. Upon awakening Friday morning, we discovered that two big pines had fallen and brought a large branch from a maple tree down with them. The whole mess grazed the edge of the house and somehow landed in between the propane tank and the air conditioning unit. A section of the chain link fence was destroyed and one errant branch took out some screens on the porch, but all in all we got lucky. However, David has decided it is time to bite the bullet and pay to have a few more trees removed, as a direct hit would have been devastating.
Friday brought a bit more anxiety, as I got a call back in reference to the mammogram I had on Thursday. I refuse to believe that there is actually an issue, but I will have to go back in on Tuesday for another read.
And then, just before noon I was rushing around to get out the door and rolled my left ankle (the same one which sustained a spiral fracture in 2009) and took a nasty little spill. I limped back inside, iced and elevated, and then decided it was going to be just fine, and I could go run my errand.
It turned out to be a poor decision and by the time I got home I was really hurting. More ice and elevation, but as my discomfort grew, I felt a trip to urgent care might not be a bad idea. However, first I had to help Peter with the last of his application essays. Once the submit button was pushed, David fetched my crutches from the garage and we were off. Three x-rays later it was determined that I’d sprained my ankle and I left with a splint and instructions to check in with my orthopedic surgeon next week—just to make certain that the hardware inside my ankle hasn’t shifted.
And then there’s my head. The chemo cocktail that I am receiving lists hair loss as a potential side effect. At first it seemed as if my follicles might just hang on, but by week two they began to lose their grip. A couple of days ago I came to the conclusion the comb over look had to go. First I snipped off as much as I could with the shears, and then David clean it up with electric clippers. Always a bit of a shock initially, sans hair, but I am actually much more comfortable.