Well I'm home *insert GIANT sigh of relief*. The wedding was amazingly beautiful, and do-able since I spent the day in my wheel chair. The ceremony went off without a hitch and the weather was perfect (a little warm though) Lisa looked GORGEOUS, Graeme looked handsome and I was pretty cute in my dress & decorated frankenfoot. (I will post pictures when I get them). The reception was uber fun thanks to to my hot dates Lorax & Matty and the lovely Miss Kylareid. I even got out on the dance floor... though the slow dance with Matty was awkward, amusing and slightly erotic. I mostly just boogie in my chair, and Kyla & I did a fabulous Romy & Michelle's-esque dance that involved lots of spinning with me in my chair which was lots of fun. The day was great but excessivly exhausting, I was so tired when I got home (and so was Louise) that we couldnt get me up the ramp in my wheelchair, so instead I (literally) crawled my way into the house in my formal gown.

The next day I was so tired I could barely get out of bed, but I guess that is to be expected when you are only a week and a bit out of surgery with a major injury. I was unable to go to the Bass Tournament (aka BBQ at Jeri's) which saddened me greatly, but really all of my energy would have been put into getting myself there and I would have just been a lump in my wheelchair, more of a burden than a fun addition to the party.

I haven't really left the house much since arriving home, only for the wedding, lunch w/ the family, to go to emergency and the hour & a half I spent at the Players to wish Mary, Higgy & Rissy a happy birthday. And all of those outings required about a day to recouperate.

I've finally come to terms with the reality of my injury and that it is much more serious than I was letting mmyself believe. The doctor at emergency kinda helped me to wake up and take notice that this will take me a long time to heal and that it was in fact a major injury. I have not left the house since Tuesday, or been outside since then. I'm getting really frustrated that I can't do many things without assistance (mainly I cant make my own food). This is a slow process and finally being someone who is self-sufficiant and enjoys being on my own its really hard to have someone else do things for me.

It's also difficult being alone. Well I do have Louise, but she is pretty much the only person I see. So anyone, please give me a call or drop by and visit! I am really getting discouraged and am afraid I'll relapse into a bad place. Being alone give me too much time to think about bad stuff. I miss being in Wolfville & being busy, when I'm busy I function better. When I have nothing to do and am unable to go anywhere I have a hard time dealing with that. Ahhh! I've had a few impromtu visits from some friends (some bearing flowers which was really sweet!) and am await a SUPER visit from my Busy this Tuesday which I am excited for. Those of who who I have no seen yet, I would especially like to see you. So please return my calls. (things won't get resolved though avoidance, and it's unfair to the messenger)

The staples come out Monday. I've decided to take pictures of my franken-foot before they do... now that the swelling has gone down it doesnt look AS gross, but still pretty gross. Sounds kind of morbid to take pictures but I have decided I am never having another major injury again, so I might as well document this one. Though the scars will be pretty nasty. Justin & I are going to compair ankle scars when school starts, I told him I'll win the scar challenge. Matty says "guys dig scars", I think he was just trying to be kind. He missed the showing of the wounds this evening.

This evening was really fun. Some of the fort kids came over (Kyla, Matt, Rissy, Baskie, Andy & Jacquline..and Higgy for a bit) and we played board games. Who knew it could be that fun! We attempted to play Clue Master Detective, but all gave up. The look on everyones face when they all thought I solved it on my second guess was pricesless. Turns out I just accidently named 3 cards I had. (thought I only have 2 of them). I blame it on the painkillers. Then we played Balderdash which proved to be MUCH more fun. I forgot how fun that game was! I learned fun new words like baldersnatch (meaning a monster so hideous it cannot be described), rixatrix (a cranky old hag) and distelfink (birds appearing in folk art done by the Pennsylvania Dutch). I need to play that game more, perhaps a league should be formed. Some enjoyable quotes from this evening included:
"Matt, stop ruining Clue with math"
"What if it was Chinese-ian or Chineeeesseen"
"I have problems with the vowel R vowel and the repeated Rs"
"I had the hives yesterday too" "Maybe you're illergic to Baskie, he's festering with disease"
"Ohh ya he's been distelfinkin' all around town" (an using distelfink in various other contexts)

Tonight was certainly a ray of sunshine on my cloudy life right now, heck even Louise thanks people for coming to see me because she is around for the negativity and tears. People keep telling me things get better a little bit each day, and that is certainly the case with my franken-foot. My spirits unfortunatly arent currently matching that, but I have my good days and my bad days there will be many more of those to come.

4 more weeks before I can walk, any suggestions on how to survive? Yes, I'm overdramatic.