a99kitten's Musings

I gave the huskies dingo bones tonight. Angelus took his to the front yard and Storm just sat in the kitchen with his. Then I went upstairs but could watch him walking around trying to figure out a place to stash it.

It’s funny because Angelus is usually the treat hider. He moves his treats around quite a bit. He can remember hidden treats from weeks and months back. So those that dogs have no real memory have obviously just never had a dog.

And now that Storm’s Cushings is under control and he is no longer feels like he is starving every second of the day, he has taken to hiding his larger treats sometimes. I watched him take it to the billiards room but then pick it up, take it out on the upstairs deck but then pick it up and bring it back in and now he put it on his bed in the living room and is trying to “bury it” with his nose/move the bed around.

The buds are so this guy:

I love this ad :)

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Penny-pinching poultry keeps majority of his fortune in gold coins stored in massive “money bin” high in the hills above Duckburg; also invests in pearls, gems, other “hoardables.” Still refers to August 15th, 1971 –the day President Nixon took the U.S. off the gold standard– as “Black Sunday.” Habitually marks anniversary by calculating net worth as percentage of the value of the gold in Fort Knox (21.4%). Famously frugal: Once fought a bear over a $2 jar of honey, never gives to charity, still has the first dime he ever earned. Nonetheless, known to sprout the occasional wild feather and jet off to exotic locales on ill-conceived “treasure-hunts” with troublesome great-nephews –and presumed heirs– Huey, Dewey and Louie. Featured in Disney’s Uncle Scrooge comic books and cartoons.

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* Once traveled back in time to use an expired coupon
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This rules so much :) http://www.forbes.com/lists/fictional15/2011/profile/scrooge-mcduck.html#

Came home from work yesterday very sore and tired. My leg was bothering me a lot. Too much moving around I guess. You don’t realize how much you get up and down and go here and there until you can’t or it’s a really big production to do it.

I pull into the garage and hobble out into the entry way. I had left the dogs home with husband since I knew I would only make it a half day and he promised to take them for a good walk. So I ask him if he took them for their walk yet (it was 3:30pm but still a reasonable question) and he says “Well, why don’t you sit down and get situated.” I’m like what the heck does that mean so I look for the dogs. But again…not so quick and nimble currently. He says “They are fine. We just had a bit of an issue but it’s all fine, everyone’s fine. Just sit down and rest.”

Ok, so this is basically verbatim what he said to me when 10 years ago when I left a teeny puppy Angelus in his care for the first time ever while I went to the Madonna concert with a friend. I took Angelus to work even then and so he had him there (we worked together) with his stuff, my detailed instructions and it would be only be for a few hours. But this was his first time flying solo in puppy care.

I’m at the concert and it is about to start and I get a call. He says “Ok, so everything is fine. Angelus is fine.” WHAT?? How do you start a conversation out like that when I can barely hear you due to the music they are piping in while people sit. “What happened?” I ask. So…husband left Angelus in his office with the door closed while he stepped out for a quick 15-20 minute meeting. He was sleeping so no big deal. He came back to find Angelus had climbed up onto his desk and broken into a Christmas basket of food and ate something – a big hunk of chocolate shaped like a computer mouse. WHAT???

He said he basically saw his life flash before his eyes right then. And then called the vet and explained what happened and that his wife was going it kill him dead if anything happened to Angelus. They told him try getting him to vomit right now since it just happened. How he asks? Hydrogen peroxide they say. OK – so he sends our VP of Marketing running to the store to buy some and then husband tries giving him spoonfuls. Well Angelus immediately spits it out all over himself and husband. Pretty sure he started wondering why Dad was trying to poison him.

Husband could not get any down Angelus’ throat (the key is a turkey baster.) So he called the vet back and they said bring him in NOW. So he left work and drove over and they pumped his stomach and they got him to throw up and monitored him and his vitals were all fine so he could go home after an hour or so. He also threw up the tin foil that was around the mouse. Puppies.

So he got Angelus home and called me. After telling me all this he says “I thought about not telling you since it’s all fine but you would have seen the charge for the vet on the AMEX and wondered what it was and asked me and then I would have told you and then you’d be mad for not telling you sooner. So I told you now. But he’s all fine, so enjoy your concert”

Now, you have to understand, I’ve only been gone a few hours (we had VIP passes so we went early). A few hours and this chaos occurs. Sigh. There are other stories of puppy chaos but this was the first one.

So yesterday when he said “everything was all fine” I was like what the heck happened? I’ve been gone like 5.5 hours. So I went and sat down and got my leg up on the sofa and was like ??? He’s says “It’s all fine.” Yeah – got that part.

So I have this piece of drywall that I’ve been using to block off our front entry deck so that I can keep the front door open and the yard gate open and the buddies can come and go in/out but not escape into the wild of our neighborhood. They really are awesomely well behaved so never try and jump over it or push it down. They respect the barrier. Now…if a cat was on the other side I’m not sure how much respect there would be but the neighborhood cats have learned to steer clear of our yard. And this way I do not have to hobble up and down the stairs to let the dogs in or out.

When I left the house Angelus was in the front yard and Storm was inside. This is quite typical. So apparently husband got up and then took a shower before he was going to take the dogs out. He gets out of the shower, gets dressed, grabs the leashes and calls for the dogs. Storm is right there but no Angelus. Then he notices the dry wall is askew. It was WINDY yesterday (windy like garbage cans were rolling down the street) so it looked the wind pushed it in a bit. He said it didn’t seem like enough room for a husky to escape but he couldn’t find Angelus.

He said once again, his life flashed before his eyes. He starts jogging around the neighborhood looking for Angelus, calling him, shaking his leash. Nothing. He is standing in our driveway, shaking the leash and Stormy is howling (he does that if you call continually for Angelus) and he said he can feel the fear welling up inside about telling me. Then he hears a whining. And a howling that is not Storm. So he goes around to the backyard and there is Angelus on the desk howling because he thought he was missing the walk! Why he didn’t just come running back to the front yard, I do not know. Why husband didn’t check the backyard first, I do not know.

So then he breathes sighs of relief. Leashes the dogs up and starts to leave. But he never moved the semi-tipped over drywall “gate”. So Angelus goes around it, Storm hops over it but in the process the leashes pull into 2 different directions. And he trips a bit as he was starting to stretch his leg over it and the dogs pull in 2 different directions and to steady himself puts his foot down…right on my makeshift gate. Breaking it. He also said that the first thing in his head as he was tripping was how much crow he’d have to eat if he hurt himself since this is basically how I fell – 2 dogs, 2 different directions as we go down a muddy, rocky hill and kablamo and there goes my foot/ankle – and he’s been calling me clumsy ever since. Uh-huh.

So after he is done telling me all this I ask “So did you actually take them on a good walk?” Oh yes – fun beach times, etc etc. So did you find me a replacement for my gate I ask. No – but that dry wall wasn’t going to last long anyway, we will build a good gate with the remodel (I’ve been wanting one forever) blah blah. How does this help me now? I ask. Today and next week? With me as a gimpy? Silence. Sigh.

So he left for Tahoe last night. Yes…left his disabled wife home alone. Don’t get me started. But WITHOUT my gate?!?! Grrr. So now I need to come up with one because hobbling up and down the stairs (we have a lot of stairs in this house) to let the dogs in and out will not work. I am not supposed to move much in the first 2-4 weeks and I know I already violate that. Grumble.

This is why men are not the caretakers in society. If it were all men, well….you’d all be dead.

Last night my leg a LOT. Wow. Worst since the day I actually broke it. I think I was moving around too much between work and home. But I really didn’t move all that much. But I guess even a little bit on a break is a bad idea. When I got home from work I made a quick dinner and basically collapsed on the chair (with the big comfy ottoman which will basically be my spot for the next 4-8 weeks!)

I watched the 2-hour premiere of AMC’s The Killing. Very good. A lot of introducing the characters and the crime. It seems like it is set up like Damages was – a season to tell the story of one crime/case. The actress playing the main cop reminds me of someone and it will me drive me crazy until I figure out who! She and the other cop are a lot meaner to the people they interview than the cops on Law & Order – sheesh.

But so far, I like it and will continue to watch it. AMC has been doing a really good job with their shows. I didn’t like The Walking Dead but it was just too ridiculously gross for me. And of course Mad Men which I am soooo sad won’t be returning until 2012. Ugh. These writers and studios really need to think of their fan base with this negotiating crap. Because a lot of people will just move on. Sopranos did that (delayed a whole year) and that sucked. People have shorter and shorter attentions spans so if you have a hit on your hand, make sure you keep the audience happy and bring it back on time. Oh, and this goes for you too NFL. Grr.

I want to watch The Borgias too. But I don’t subscribe to Showtime so will wait till it’s on DVD I guess. It started this week along with Camelot. I decided against subscribing to Stars just for 1 show. Again, will wait for DVD. They get those things out on DVD so fast anyway. I did record The Kennedys. It got panned by the critics but there are enough likable actors in it, plus the subject matter is fairly well known enough – I’ll check it out. If it’s bad – delete! The funny thing is I’ve read it’s a fairly white-washed version of their story anyway. I guess Hollywood wants us to ignore Joe Sr’s illegals activities and ill-gotten gains, John’s illnesses, injuries and vast pain med use, the rampant cheating by seemingly all male members of the family and the lack of ethics by (at the very least) some members of the family. But those are the things that would make a movie or mini-series so much more interesting! Hollywood sucked up to JFK so much, I think they just can’t stop. But sure – make a movie about Frank Sinatra or mobsters and show them in a bad light – no problem. Skewer Nixon or apparently John McCain in an upcoming movie – not a problem. The Kennedys have a fascinating history – just not always a very good one. But movies should be made about interesting things. Pssh.

The Reagans would be better but I doubt Hollywood could produce anything good about a Republican President – even one of their own! I have a new book about him that I need to read. And he has far more than 1 memorable quote. Waaay more interesting than JFK (but whose family can keep you reading for hours!)

After watching The Killing I went to bed and read some. I’m reading “Wolf Hall” and it’s really good! I started it Monday while waiting endlessly at the doctor’s. But by now my leg will killing me. This boot thing is obnoxious. But better than a real cast (that’s my mantra when I get annoyed by the boot.) While I was watching TV, I loosened it up a bit to breathe. The nurse said keep it tight as much as possible ESPECIALLY while I was moving around but if I was just sitting still watching TV or reading, I could loosen it or take it off for a bit as long as my leg was kept still and elevated. So I did. And it felt marvelous. Sleeping with it is awful. But again, still has to be better than an actual cast. And I want it to heal fast so I need the dang thing on and keeping my ankle bones aligned.

But at around 3am, I woke up to a lot of ouch. I couldn’t really get it in a position where it didn’t hurt. FU ankle. And then after finally falling asleep, I woke up around 4am to Storm doing the “ack, ack” pre-vomiting. So, with this injury, there is no jumping out bed quickly. No sir. But I jumped up as fast as I could onto my other leg and hopped over to the towels to get one down under him before he could throw up. Every since he threw up those peach pits, I stress about him. He doesn’t eat like a vacuum anymore now that his Cushings is all under control but I need to monitor him if he throws up (for his medication too.) He doesn’t very often though. But the “ack, ack” noise is enough to get me up. Not husband of course. Slept through the entire thing. Pretty sure we could have an earthquake and house fire and he’d sleep through it though the both.

Tried going back to sleep but my leg was just ouch. And I was not kind of awake so thinking about a gazillion things I had to get done, and how to get them all done gimp-style. How I was going to manage when husband went out of town. And I was also ridiculously starving! I typically don’t ever wake up in the middle of the night that hungry. And I certainly will never get up and eat anything. But man – my stomach hurt I was so hungry! And felt a but nauseous too. I had water and tried to go back to sleep.

I think I finally fell asleep around 5:30am. And then it felt like coming out of a coma waking up at 6:45am to RUFF! Angelus lets out one RUFF when he wants to be heard. He feels this is enough to get my attention and get me moving :) This of course stimulates Storm into get up mode who will ah-roo until he gets the job done :) Breakfast time it is…

Got them breakfast. Made myself a little coffee and am looking at what a gorgeous morning it outside and hating that I cannot be out walking them in it. Now I know how they felt post-surgery when they weren’t allowed to go play! It blows. Plus a fresh foot of snow is supposed to fall in Tahoe Thursday and Friday. I’m not going up. No way. That will just make me too mopey-face.

Oh well…time to get ready for work. Everything takes like 10x longer to do. Trying to stay off my foot as much as possible while still trying to navigate life is a bit impossible. Plus the doctor said that I can’t keep putting all the extra pressure on my right leg since you don’t want to damage it (by hopping, stairs, etc.) which is funny because this is exactly what happened to Angelus – he tore his ACL in his left leg and the surgeon said, don’t let him move around too much while it heals post-surgery or he will damage his right leg since he will be using it more. Sure enough – less than a year later, his right ACL tore. Doh. So ok, ok, I am trying. But I am like Angelus – I need to get up! Hmm…I think I still have some if his sedatives around…. ;)

I give Storm one of his medications every other day. I put the pill between 2 small pieces of cheese so he will just inhale it. It’s a medication women are not supposed to ever touch so I don’t want him fussing over a pill and spitting it out! they both LOVE to do that! Plus he loves cheese!

So now he knows his schedule. He knows when it’s the “every other day”. So he will stand there and look at me like “Umm…Mom…forgetting something?”.

And he now knows the sound of the ziploc bag opening. (I keep his cheese in a ziploc bag.) He can be anywhere in the house and, if hears that, he will come running! Even if I am opening something completely unrelated in another ziploc bag.

At work, a couple people have said that he has come running when they open their sandwiches or cut up vegetables…in ziploc bags.

And over the past few days with me being injured, I’ve been leaving the door open so the dogs have in-out access while we hang out. Angelus is ALWAYS outside if given the choice. But he was inside 1 time when I doled out some cheese to Storm with his medicine. And I think he was like “Hey! What’s going on in here when I’m outside!??”

So now, when he hears the ziploc bag, he runs inside too. From the front yard he hears it and runs in. These boys have some good hearing.

They both picked up on this pattern after 1 time. So whoever says dogs aren’t smart (or that only certain breeds are smart) hasn’t met the right ones.

Since I have been injured the huskies have not gotten their AM walks and their routines have been broken. Routines they have had literally all of their lives. Through rain, sleet, snow (well duh!) The only times they have not gotten their walks is when they were post-surgery. I used to have to hike them up hills for 2 hours to get them settled. But now walks on the beach are their favorite and 1.15 – 1 1/2 hours works.

But husband is lazy. He will cite busy, and it is true he has been on the phone/on the computer/in meetings working a lot but he could have made time to walk the dogs. He could do what I do since I also have a busy schedule – get up early. That’s when the huskies want to go out anyway – before it’s warm out. To start their day off right.

I guess lazy probably isn’t the exact right word. If he was getting up to to wake boarding or surf the perfect wave he probably would get up. But he has never garnered joy from walking the dogs. On the few times he has had to do it for me (I can actually count them on 1 hand…over 10 years) he complains and treats it as a chore. Weird. But this is why I stopped asking him to come with me. I really enjoy my walks with the dogs and don’t want your complaining on my walk. Now, are there days I am super tired? Or when I am sick? Or it’s pouring rain that I would rather it be a short walk? Of course. But once I am out there and going places with them – I love it. I’m happy. It clears my head. And when your head is as busy as mine- that’s a good thing!

So last night after 4 days of no walks, Angelus was whining. So husband finally said “OK, I think I need to walk these guys tomorrow AM before you leave for work.” YAY! I say. You have to understand, Angelus *always* wants to be outside. Unless it’s actually bedtime, he wants to go and sniff stuff. But now that Stormy is feeling all better and energized again, he wants to go too! Every morning he has been at the staircase after breakfast waiting for me to take him. And I say “I’m sorry bud.” :( So hopefully this morning they get to go. I’m going to go wake him up right now and remind him. Let’s see how that goes…

This is actually the worst part of my injury. Not getting outside and exercising with the huskies. I will probably go a bit stir crazy. I’ve noticed how I can be in a crankier mood without a good AM walk. It’s my routine too! But this morning, I was seeing what huskies are like with no exercise….pacing, ah-roooing, ruffing at me, running back and forth from window to window. I have been keeping the door open to they can just go in/out to the yard but the yard is quite boring after 4 days. Unless a skunk or raccoon comes along that is :)

So I think when people talk about their high-strung crazy huskies (or any dogs really) I definitely think they must not get enough exercise and have a daily routine. Because I’m starting to see it now and it’s bizarre. I want my guys back on their routine. And happy. Definitely need a man servant…

I went to the doctor today. Missed my first appointment due to getting there 20 minutes late (thanks stalled truck on 92) but they squeezed me in with another doctor. There is a lot of waiting around at the doctor. I hate doctors. And hospitals. Too many sick people. But I have to say Palo Alto Medical Foundation has excellent service.

When I pulled into the underground parking, I told the guy (well…kid) directing traffic that I need to park as close to where my appointment was as possible since I couldn’t really walk. He said hold on, moved a bunch of cones from a saved spot and had me park right there. Then he called over a guy with a wheelchair to take me where I needed to go. How nice.

Then I had to wait for my new appointment since I missed my original one. But I brought my Kindle expecting some level of waiting so no big deal. Then the doctor looked at my foot/ankle and then sent me to x-ray and said to come back there after. So they called someone to wheel me down there instead of me trying to do it.

The x-ray tech was very nice. And then they called someone to take me back to the doctor. He said the x-ray showed a fracture and that I needed to go to the sports medicine ortho. He said he called and was able to get me in this afternoon by chance (usually took days to get in he said) but not until 3pm. He asked where my driver was. I said I drove myself. He said no one came with you?? No. It’s my left foot – I can drive. He asked where my husband was. I said he had a meeting. He looked peeved that I was my own.

So he called an orderly and told him to take me to get some food and sit outside if I wanted and then to take me to ortho. Alright. I was getting a bit hungry! So I sat outside in the garden area and ate my sandwich and read. And then went to my appointment. I got way better treatment there than at home! I wanted to stay :)

Ortho said fractured fibula and showed me the xray. Said it was a clean crack and I did a good job keeping it in alignment so that it could heal on its own and did not require surgery. Go me. His first sentence was actually “you are lucky you broke it this way.” I said “yeeeeeah…pretty lucky.” He laughed and said “OK, not the best choice of words. But if I was going to break my ankle, this was the way to do it.” Again – go me!

He said as long as I stay off it and follow his instructions, it should heal in 6-8 weeks. Plus possible follow-up rehab (I won’t need that. I have spoken.) He said a cast would be perfect but it’s also hard with showering, rainy weather, etc. so he was giving me “the boot”. Good. No casts! He lectured me on keeping it on all the time except showers and bed (for bed I use a brace) and no exercise. I said so walking my dogs would be a bad idea. He said yes, walking your dogs is definitely on the no list. Damn. He said waking around anywhere for any reason is on the no list. To keep it elevated as much as possible during the first 2 weeks and stay off it. The first 2 weeks are crucial to proper healing. Then the next 2 weeks are important but I could test it for a bit more weight bearing. But NO exercise. Sigh.

He asked if I needed a pain med prescription. No. Why? He said for the pain. I said well, if I stay off it, then I shouldn’t have much pain. He said a lot of people still want it for the dull ache. I said Advil was good enough. He told me I was tough. I said no – the others are just babies ;) He laughed.

I go back in a month for another x-ray. He said he’ll be able to tell if I followed his instructions by that x-ray, so don’t let him down. Alright, alright. No exercise.

When I got back home I cleaned up the kitchen a bit and fed the huskies. They were pretty happy to see me when I got home :) Then I got sore again so am now sitting feet up like the lazy slack I will be for the next 4, 6, to 8 weeks. Sigh.

Frack.

So yesterday AM I took the buds to the beach. We started out on our regular route and then decided to go to Surfers Beach instead of the harbor beach at the last second. Bad decision.

On our way down the hill to the beach something happened. It’s a small hill. A small hill that I have navigated a gazillion times. It was still muddy from all the rain we’ve had. It’s always rocky. Both buds rushed down but they did not pull me but one was going one way, the other the other way. I don’t know what happened it was so fast. I fell. I felt my ankle/foot under me and it hurt. My knee and elbow hit the ground. I got up fast as I had to make sure the dog leashes were under control. As soon as I tried to stand I wanted to scream. I immediately sat down on a rock and was like “ok…I just need to rest it for a minute.” But I kinda already knew that was not the case.

The buds were both pretty cute. They immediately came over to where I was sitting and Angelus gave me little kisses in his worried way. I was like “OK, I can just walk down the beach slowly, it’ll be fine.” Thank Dog I did not try that. I would have been stuck further down the beach and then unable to walk. I sat there for like 5 minutes. The huskies were starting to get impatient! They clearly knew something was wrong with Mom and they were both whining a little. Angelus would walk around me, then come back and give me little kisses.

I got up and tried putting weight on my foot and no go. It hurt sooo bad. So now I’m like “how the heck am I getting back up the hill and home?” I knew husband was home. He was still sleeping when I left but he was also planning on leaving for Tahoe early. I tried his cell but no answer. Sigh. OK…I can do this. I get myself up and essentially half crawl up the hill. It hurt. A lot. By the time I got back up to the trail I was ready to fall down and stay there. But now we were next to Highway 1 so I had to think about the buds and making sure I had a good hold on their leashes.

I tried walking a bit more but it just hurt so bad. I tried husband again. Still no answer. A lady walking her small dog came up and asked if I was OK. I’m sure my limping, pained face, muddy pants and jacket were a bit of a give-a-way to a bit of distress. I said I had fallen and she asked if I needed her phone to call anyone. I told her I had one but my husband wasn’t answering so she said she’d call her husband who has a truck. I said sure. Me contemplating accepting help is a big deal. Especially from a stranger! Her husband wasn’t answering either (seriously men…what is the point of having a cell phone?) I told her that I should be OK and that I was just going to try and make it to the parking lot and wait for my husband. She looked doubtful. She said OK but that she would come back here and look for me after her walk.

I looked at the traffic, wondering how fast I could hobble across safely. There was a lull in southbound traffic and only 2 cars pretty far back northbound. So I went for it. Slowly. The truck coming northbound caught up with me and stopped traffic for me. So that was nice. I slowly hobbled across and just kept thinking “just keep it going, hold it together. The buds need me.” I got across and got down into the muddy parking lot. I stopped and rested for a second. I was sweating so much and starting to feel nauseous. I kept thinking “suck it up, make it home.” I tried my husband again. No answer. I was starting to get angry. Angry thinking he keeps that damn phone on all day and night, answering it even when we are out, or during the night so that even the text, Facebook update, news update dings wake me up during the night. But the one time it would be useful, no answer.

I walked (well…hobbled) half way across the parking lot and finally just sat down. I couldn’t keep going. I have never broken anything. I’ve never needed a cast/splint. I haven’t even sprained anything. Anytime I’ve tweaked an ankle or a knee doing stuff, I could always just walk it off. So being unable to go on my own power was not sitting well with me. So my pain and upset finally turned into me just about starting to almost cry as I sat there with my 2 dogs in the parking lot unable to move. I just kept thinking “Knock it off, suck it up, this isn’t helping you.” Just kept repeating it to myself so my wave of emotion would pass.

I tried my husband’s cell one more time and still no answer. I was so upset. A surfer girl in her truck stopped and asked me if I was OK. I said sure. I think I was so inside my own head at that point, I couldn’t really process her offer of help. I was thinking if I could make it to the fire station, they could help me the rest of the way. I tried husband’s cell one more time with no answer. I decided to try our home number. We never, ever answer our home phone. The only calls on it are sales/political calls. Friends and family call our cells. The machine picked up and I just kept yelling into it to wake up. Finally he picked up. I told him where I was and to come get us. Awesomely, after he got the dogs in and me, the first thing out of his mouth was how he was late leaving for Tahoe now. Really?

I got inside, got my shoes off and my ankle was the size of a baseball. That can’t be good. I butt-slid myself up the stairs and onto the sofa. My house is a tri-level. Many stairs….awesome. My foot and ankle were 1 big bundle of swollen pain. Husband kept asking me what happened, if it rolled in or out, did I hear a crack. I don’t know. I honestly couldn’t remember. It just happened.

Anyway, I got up this AM after an iffy night of sleep (having to stay on my back, with my leg elevated a bit over a pillow, snagging the blanket on my foot and hurting it – ow!) Around 7:30am I finally couldn’t stay in bed any longer, so I butt slid my way up the stairs to let the dogs into the front yard. Then I hobbled and hopped around the kitchen and got their breakfasts. Then hopped around and cleaned all the dishes up that were left in the sink and on the counter. I couldn’t let them sit there – bad patient. I tried putting pressure on my foot. The good news is the swelling has gone down a lot. Can see my little bones and tendons again in most spots. Yesterday it was one giant ball of swollen. I still can’t walk on it. From everything I read online yesterday, this is definitely pointing to a fracture. BUT, could still just be severe soft tissue damage. *fingers crossed* I can kinda hobble on it if I lean on something too and put all the pressure on my heel. But trying to walk on my foot heel to toe – notsomuch. And I can feel the pain more localized instead of a throbbing ball of ouch. It feels like it runs from the high ankle to my calf.

My doctor couldn’t see me yesterday afternoon. So I could go to Urgent Care or the ER. No thanks. So I am seeing how it feels by Monday and if still unable to walk on it – will go to the doctor. I hate the doctor. But at least the pain will be more localized and the doctor will be able to see what’s wrong easier. I have waaaaaaaay too much work to do next week. And my life is not conducive to not being able to run around a lot – at home, office, with the dogs. The huskies need their Mom very mobile!

So after picking up the kitchen, I hopped into the living room and am now sitting on the couch and watching Buffy on the Chiller channel. They are in the 2nd season and Angel is still on. A very good distraction :)

My inner prepster is screaming buy this entire outfit…

Brooks Brothers

…except pair it with some way cooler shoes. Also be tanner and less blonde so look hotter in it ;)

I saw some pictures of the new, new Wonder Woman costume. It appears the studio/show took notice of the complete hate on the internet for the new costume/look that was “leaked” a couple weeks ago.

New pics here:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1371465/First-look-Adrianne-Palicki-action-Wonder-Woman-filming-gets-underway.html

But their changes simply changed the reason to hate it. So they took away the shiny pleathery-looking tights/pants and replaced them with cloth. Now they appear to wrinkle – excellent. Pretty sure every single reader of super hero comics can confirm – the costumes don’t wrinkle!! Ever!!!

They changed her boots back to red from the blue they originally had her in. But they look like weird elf-toe boots that sag. With no heels. I get that it would be impossible for WW to run around in the heels she had – but this is fantasy and she is a super hero. The flat boots only serve to make the actress’ feet look big and the boot to appear slumpy. Again – super hero costumes are made of magic material that does NOT sag, slump or wrinkle!

Her costume top looks like it is sagging down. And still shiny and pleathery. And impossibly (since we saw the push-up action in the earlier stills) her boobs looks saggy and small.

Now, these were action and candid shots so I get it’s not the same as the posed look but eww. Double and triple eww actually.

The actress isn’t right for the part. Hair, make-up everything. Let’s face it – no actress would be perfect as we (WW fans) use the comics as the all-around model and Lynda Carter as the “real-life” incarnation. No offense to Adrianne Palicki who was great on Friday Night Lights, and is a very pretty girl, but she is not right for this role. No actress is.

How she is supposed to look

Don’t get me wrong, I will watch the show. All 3-4 episodes of it before it gets canceled. Just like I watched “Birds of Prey” when they aired it. And this show and costume has made me like the new version of her costume in the comics more which I totally hated but at least is better than the junk made for the new show.

Maybe they just need to keep the female superheroes animated? The only female comic character that has been well done in recent years (post Lynda Carter’s WW) is Michelle Pfeiffer’s Catwoman. And that was 1992. I am not a fan of Anne Hathaway attempting this character but we will see. Maybe she can pull it off? She is nowhere near as hot and sexy as Michelle Pfeiffer but maybe she at least won’t wreck Selina/Catwoman like Halle Berry did (who also completely wrecked Storm/Ororo in the X-Men movies. Ugh.)

Anyway, I am bummed they are apparently wrecking Wonder Woman. Might it be good and a pleasant surprise? Sure. I suppose. But I am not holding my breath. I did however just buy this which is waaaaay cuter than the stupid new costume :)

WW Cami set

Grown-up Underoos! :)