Daily Struggle

Yesterday was the exit dinner for the Russians. The dinner was slated for 7:00 pm on Sunday evening and you know, I did not go. The reason I didn’t go was not because the meeting was slated for 7::0 pm the very tail end of my weekend and I hate having to keep reasonably together or worse have to get my self all together for just a couple of hours, nor was the fact the dinner was at a restaurant that I had no idea where the place was and the fact the mean was “no host” except for the Russians or the fact that I had been on my butt all day and I hurt. The reason I did not go was because I had had enough of going out, having to speak through interpreters and paying for as meal that I really did not need. Man I know that sounds cheap of me but I have had enough of going out for a while.

Wheeew! I just got back from the bathroom. I have been having a clothing malfunction all daylong. I usually do pretty good with keeping my pants on and some days are better then others. I usually appear passable, some days I may even look good but some days I am on he brink of being arrested for indecent exposure. Today was one of those days. I am usually OK when I leave the door of my house as I head for the train but I knew I was in trouble this morning. I just was not able to get much of a spasm going, which I need to push my butt off the cushion in order to pull my pants up over my hips. But I was able to get my pants up far enough and a shirt long enough to cover the exposure.

By the time I got to work however, the pants were sliding down, further and further. I was in the bathroom 20 minutes struggling with the pants but no spasm—by staff meting I was having to go everywhere with a clipboard on my lap and my shirt pulled way down on the sided but skin was showing if one looked hard enough. My arms were wearing pout too, from all the attempts to lift myself up. By lunch the pants were well off the hips and I was in serious jeopardy of exposure if anyone should notice. Twice during the day I have had unannounced visitors who I had to meet and visit with, smile and act sincere.

I don’t know if I survived the scrutiny (I have not heard back anything yeti. I hope I just presented a sloppy appearance. A few minutes ago I slipped back into the bathroom committed to getting the pants at least to a presentable level. I found some non stick rubber mats and cut off a strip and put the piece on my foot plate to give my shoes some to grab of to push off of. This time the matting worked, giving me a great sustained spasm allowing me to stay aloft to pull the slacks over my right hip—which is my trouble hip. With much relief I pulled my shirt down and zipped back to the office. Looking the best I had all day long.

I made appointments this morning for the wound clinic and my P.T.—I am hoping these folks will help me regain some of my independence. It’s only Monday and already I am exhausted.!