Gripes and Groans

I was born to ramble so ramble I will. I fell on my butt and broke my ankle. I moan and groan and it doesn't help at all. I can't take pain pills because they just add itch to the pain.
Aspirin does about as much good as anything. The boot makes it hurt even more.
It is so painful to find something to eat so I am not eating much at all. I'm sure not cooking anything. It's mostly TV dinners.
I was so sure I had lost a few pounds so I looked in the mirror at my butt, and it's still there, fat as ever. I sit on it all the time and I get no exercise except moving my lips, but with no one here I don't even move my lips. Trips to the bathroom is about all I do.
Kenny and Chris are my errand runners. I don't know what I would do without them. They sit and keep me company sometimes.
Jim, Cora and their girls came one day and brought me Tulips.

I have a TV with Spectrum channels. I like the TLC channel, but they  have lots of repeats. Or if you've seen one, you've seen them all, type of show.  How many 600 pound people do you care to see? Or Hoarders . My least favorite is 'Say Yes to the Dress'. Who cares about the stupid dress. Somehow I just can't get enthused about wedding dresses.
The ankle has been broken for 19 days so all I have to do it tolerate it for another three weeks or so.

Me and My Cat

Miss Sassy LeMassy

Food Foot and Fun

I'm waiting for the healing of my broken ankle. I'm waiting for warmer weather,  I'm waiting for payday. I'm waiting for thicker hair. I'm waiting for visitors.  I'm waiting for the cleaning services  to show up. I'm waiting for a winning lottery ticket to come my way. I never win even one dollar on those tickets, but my SIL and grand SIL bought one for me and it won 10 dollars.  
I am doing better on the foot. I was able to make a slice of bacon, hash browns and an egg and toast for breakfast plus a glass of OJ.
I have no plan for the dinner, but I have some frozen TV dinners and it will have to do.
I had a Marie Calendar Turkey pot pie one day and it was very good.
One day I put two pieces of chicken in the slow cooker with Barbeque sauce  and it was wonderful with a baked potato.
I just sit here and wait. I cannot get back into the crocheting activity. The desire to do it just eludes me. My hair is a disaster and I don't even care. I don't even care who runs for president. 

Shall we go dancing or skiing?

Life in the Slow Lane

I lived to be 89 before I received a broken bone. I have a great grandson who is 27 and has had a few of them already, but I never skateboarded or some of the other antics he has tried. I think people with broken bones may have more fun. It just isn't fair. I was operating a vacuum cleaner when I felt a dizzy spell coming on and hit the floor before I could sit down. There was no fun about it. The ankle broke and I was on the floor with no phone. I made like a snail and very slowly made my way to a phone. I called my son because I was sure I would be fine if I could just get into a chair. He called 911 and those paramedics picked me up like I was a feather. Well, they probably wouldn't agree with that. We went to the hospital and it took 4 hours to run all the test and so on. 

Now I'm living with a huge boot on my foot. This happened on Saturday and Thursday I will see a specialist in the broken bone field. I guess the reason for the delay is because the swelling needs to go down before they do a cast or whatever they do. 
Now I sit here and try to remember what all I need to do in the kitchen because I only want to make one trip. 
The Ground Hog saw his shadow so that means 6 more weeks of Winter. The ground hog is not very reliable. It has been beautiful here with tempts in the 60's and no snow.
Not much news from someone that sits in a chair all day and most of the night. I guess that's why I'm messing with this blog. It's something to do.