April Flowers

The weather has been outrageous lately. Yesterday. It was ohmygod gorgeous. Clouded up overnight, and things are a bit gray today, but there is no complaining with the 70s as a neighborhood. By the weekend, things ought to be a bit more like normal–whatever that is. 50s and 60s.

I am able to drive again. Hurrah! The feet have been healing nicely, thank you very much. The skin in the fold of one toe wanted to split–a bit like a paper cut–but a good slathering of Silvadene and a bandaid was all it needed for a couple of days.

I’ve been out driving in the neighborhood, taking pictures. Mostly just to get out of the house. The cabin fever is beginning to subside.  Life is freaking beautiful.

Update DeFeet, Grumble Grumble

Just back from seeing Dr. as a follow-up to Tuesday’s mess. He thinks the bigger burn on the ball of my Left foot is second degree. Sending me to see a podiatrist. There really isn’t much pain. I only worry about infection, especially since I haven’t been healing well lately. Jim has been changing my dressings for me, although I could probably manage it myself. It is a bit awkward. Everything about it is awkward. Walking. I haven’t tried to drive.

I am more than a little bit depressed. Being stuck in the house is getting to me. Being treated like an invalid. IN-Valid. It’s been one thing to have difficulty seeing after the cataract surgery, now I can’t even get over to the optician to pick up those $650 glasses.

The kitchen is a real downer. Jim managed to sweep up most of the loose metal, but I haven’t felt like trying to scrub the floor. I think it would look slightly better. For now, this is a sample of the damage:

And one blob of metal he missed:

Stupid, stupid, stupid

I feel like a total idiot.  Also, the house smells of smoke and my feet hurt.  Life is not fun right now.

I left the tea kettle on.  Way too long.  Had the whistle off because it had a tendency to shoot across the room when the kettle had built up a good steam.  And I forgot all about it.  Boiled dry.  Noticed a smell.   Went into the kitchen.  When I grabbed a potholder and picked the kettle up from the burner, the bottom fell off the kettle and globs of melted metal splattered all over the floor.  Smouldering lino.  Potholder in flames.  Sock caught fire.  Stepped in some of the burning metal.

I managed to put out the flames, but the house was full of smoke, and I wasn’t sure if there might have been hot spots under some of the metal.  Also, my feet hurt.  I tried to call Jim, but he was in seminar.  Wound up calling 911.  Which was probably the right thing.  The firemen checked things out, brought in a huge fan and blew out the worst of the cruddy air.  EMTs in an ambulance looked at my feet and decided I needed the ER, even though the burns were superficial–Thank God.

So now I’ve had a debridement and am bandaged.  Waiting for a prescription for pain.  It isn’t really all that bad right now.  Took a couple of Tylenol and I’m trying to stay off my feet.

Miranda finally came out of hiding about an hour after Jim brought me home.  She had been in the kitchen with me when all hell broke loose, and I was afraid she had been splattered, but she was just freaked by the firemen and the smells.  Considering how long it took her to come downstairs after the single guy from Comcast a couple of weeks back, she did pretty well this time.  She is, however, still skulking a bit.

Zap 2 Menken

I noticed on Zap2It a list of the least popular shows on network TV.  With the noticeable exception of “Scrubs”, which may be dying of over-exposure,  they seem to be not only unpopular but also entirely forgettable.  In most cases outright thefts of popular concepts.  It may be possible that they put false Menken’s axiom:  “Nobody ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American public.”