Welcome back, eh??

It's been a while since I checked in.  Lots of adventures in the past couple of weeks.
Shortly after my last post, I had to go to Wisconsin for training.  Before training, I spent some time with Aunt Larinda and Travis and Anna.  So much fun.  Anna is a character... :)


At the training there were 14 attendee's.  Myself, two other people in my sales division, and the rest were from the food & beverage sales division.  I don't think I've ever heard so much about headless chickens.  


The training ended on Wednesday night, and I had another training with a large healthcare system all day that Thursday.  After that I had to high-tail it home (the 7 hour trek) so I could get up at 4:45 the next morning to get to Bemidji before 10am (with Melissa) hoping to make a sale.  LONG week.  (In case you were wondering, WE CLOSED THE SALE!)  It's a pretty big deal - the first time Melissa and I have ever had a dual-call just the two of us!


We got home from Bemidji and I started to clean.  A lot.  I needed clean, stable, and routine after the week I'd just had.


Saturday night I got to go out ONE LAST TIME with Katie (until after I can wear my own shoes). :)  It was such a blast!  She is probably one of the most down-to-earth people ever.  Here is a picture from that night!

So we spent Sunday miserable together (dang chicken McNuggets) and I finally hit the road at about 2pm (so I could go home and nap)... I love naps.


Remember when I told you about having foot surgery?  Well it happened.  This past Monday.  Here's the series of events... and a picture of my awesome new kicks (and the little socks dad chopped up to make my toes stay warm).  :)

We were asked to be there at 10:30 because the surgery was scheduled for 11:30 and there was a lot of pre-op to get done.  So at about 10:45 I got my IV.  Not great.  I cried.  Like I was a small child that ran into the wall of a convenience store on his new bicycle.  No wait, that was Carl.


Dad helped calm me down seconds before they laid me down with a cold cloth on my head (THAT close to passing out).  So Dad and I sat there.  And waited.  And waited some more.  At around 1:30 (yes, after we had been sitting there all IV'd up for 3 hours) the doctor came in and said "Here's what we're going to do....." and colored all over my feet with a purple pen.  Then the Anesthesiologist came in (btw, totally spelled that word right on the first attempt) and we instantly became best friends.  From what I remember.


At 4:30 I woke up.  Crying again.  I don't do anesthesia well.  And was sent home after an hour in recovery.


I spent all but about 20 minutes yesterday, in bed.  The 20 minutes is strictly the time it took me to go to the bathroom 3 times (the whole day).  I'm a sloth.  

Dad was at home with me and made my first real meal since Saturday night...  Yes, that is a sippy cup.  He thought it was a good idea.  Better safe than sorry, I suppose!  (Especially on vicodin...)


So here I sit on a Wednesday afternoon.  Medicated and content.  Upon making it upstairs, I almost landed on my pah-tootie.  I was on crutches and leaned a bit too far back.  "Dad, dad, dad, dad!!"  And my chef, care-taker, landlord, and chauffeur came to my rescue in a half-second.  (Saved my pah-tootie!!).  THANKS DAD!


My first post-op this morning went very well and the doctor said I should be "normal" within the next week (still sore but walking less like a grandpa).  What is normal??  I don't think I fit that category.  Anyway... I'm on my way to Fargo in a few minutes here (probably not my best decision ever, but I will not let this slow me down!) so I can spend the night in my "handicap accessible" hotel room.


WISH ME LUCK!!  (and please pray that this pain goes away fast... it's more than slightly miserable.)


Love
Becca