The Native Iowan

I am coming out from a couple weeks of fog. I have been in a mentally deficient state for a full 14 days. Today is the first time in many days I am mentally proficient enough to read and write…

I went in for ankle surgery 14 days ago. They knocked my arse out with good drugs and kept me dopey with opioids. I must admit that worked well and the doses were adequate, but my marbles got messed up, my brains got scrambled, my mental abilities were severely inhibited by the opioids. Ive tried to read, tried to do some writing, but my mind cant hold onto the task at hand. I wander off, mentally, get lost aimlessly wandering around…

It’s been 14 days of my foot-up, my arse down, and my brain scrambled… I find mindless TV series to be a good past time. My ol-time favourite is “Lonesome Dove”. Modern series like “Peaky Blinders” are good. Good and long.

I was operated on Monday the 23rd. I came home the 24th with my right foot in a big cast. Early days I was in acute pain, not able to move too well. The pain was pervasive. Sleep allusive. I could find some relief in sitting with my foot raised high above my heart. I have a knee-scooter that allows me to get up and move, pretty much on my own, around the house. but the combination of pain and opioids left me unstable, weak, inept.

I ceased all prescribed drugs on the 26th. I found that THC-oil allowed me to sleep through the night. Thats was good enough. A rough night made for a bad day, so I induced sleep with THC, not opioids. I kept my foot high and moved very little, drank little, ate little. Slept a lot. My big old house works well for convalescing. We know healing takes time. A positive environment promotes healing. I am a lucky guy…

So, 14days-in… All has gone well, been comfortable and copacetic because of my big family. Everything I need, everything I do is managed by my family. Going to the bathroom, having a shower, eating and drinking… anything requiring assistance, which is pretty much everything, required assistance.

I am fortunate that I have the required back-up to be able to take several weeks off from my life, to allow my broken body to be repaired and healed. For the bones to re-fuse, the incisions to close, my balance and control to return. Theory is I should be ‘good as new” when this is all done.

I do believe that the traditional family is a huge positive in life. From birth, into growth, and off toward old-age and death, The Traditional Family is a Positive. Something I fear we may have forgotten, just a little bit…

Thats all the words, all the focus my still-addled brain has.

Did I mention that 2days post-op my #1Breeder, Nia, dropped a litter of pups…

Pups are good. Family is good. Life is good…

More later