Sunday, June 19, 2011

Contemplating the Happy Dance

Twenty years ago one of my brothers and I walked up a mountain in Arizona to scatter our mother's ashes in an area where she loved to hike.  Sometime during that walk, my knees began to hurt and swell.  Back home, a doctor diagnosed me with osteoarthritis.  I began treating the symptoms with OTC drugs and through the years, moved on to stronger prescription medication.  By the end of 2010, however, they had all become ineffective.  I was told,  "When it's time for surgery, you'll know it."

They were right.  When I was unable to sleep well at night, I realized it was time.   There was no hesitation because folks  who have had or know of someone who's had total joint replacement (TJR) universally comment, "I'm sorry I waited so long."   My date with the knife was June 10.  I was in the hospital at 9:00, surgery started at 11:30 and was completed by 1:30.

Let me say:  when I woke up there was no joint pain.  The hurting parts had been removed and replaced by "hardware".  Although I'd been told that the effects of the anesthetic would linger for up to 48 hours, that evening after surgery, I was assisted in moving from my bed to a chair.  And I was assured that I should put my full weight on my leg.  It felt wobbly, but it didn't hurt!  

During the overnight, I was visited hourly by the nurses who checked my vital signs and asked me if I needed anything.  I wanted to say, "Fewer visits", but understood that they were monitoring my condition. 

The incision is seven inches long and "sutured" with 25 staples.  Bruising is extensive and swelling interferes with bending my knee.  I repeatedly told the staff that I didn't have pain, just discomfort in the tissues that the surgery had impacted.  With feeling returning to my leg as the effects of the spinal ebbed, on Sunday I was assisted through a series of exercises that include knee bends, straight leg raises and the heel slides.  The heel slide is simple, but diabolical.  It is done by lying with the leg straight and slowly sliding the heel toward the tush as far as I can pull it, then allowing the heel to slide back until the leg is straight again.  There's a lot of discomfort, particularly when the therapist "assists" by pushing the foot a tad farther than I can pull!  But I must admit that in spite of the distress caused by stretching those muscles, my leg feels much better when the exercises have been completed.  A dose of vicodin helps, too!

I came home Monday, three days after surgery, and found the porch decorated with a plethora of flamingos in celebration of my return.


On Wednesday, I visited the physical therapy facility and on Friday, had my first therapy session.  It started with eight minutes of pedaling.  No pain!!!  I felt as though I could have pedaled much longer.  The now-familiar knee bends, leg lifts -- 20 of each -- were next.  But only 15 heel slides.  That's because the PT had saved five in which she pushed, probably watching for my eyes to roll to the back of my head!  A few more activities and then, at the end the session, I was introduced to the Squeeze and Freeze appliance.  This apparatus includes a shin-to-thigh sleeve that was wrapped around my leg and some chilling material pumped into it to "ice" my leg.  Ahhhhhhh.

I hope progress to recovery is speedy.  I want to get the right knee done before the end of the year.   I see the surgeon in a week to have the staples removed.  I'll ask him then if we can pencil me in on the schedule.



Saturday, May 21, 2011

When Will It Stop? Three Months Later....

The last post bemoaned the snows of winter and asked, "When will it stop?"  It's now the middle of May and we continue asking, When will it stop?  But now it's rain.  And unrelenting sunless days with temperatures that require a light jacket and available umbrella.  Friends comment about aches and pains that will probably abate when the rain stops.  And yes,  I realize the folks along the flooded Mississippi River are suffering and in dire straits.  We're just unhappy here, not miserable.

I read an article in the morning newspaper about a reporter who interviewed some cyclists riding through Ohio on their way to the east coast.  A cyclist commented:  "Over half the people we've seen were mowing."  Obviously the group was passing through on a rain-free day.  When there's rain five out of seven days, a lot of yard work needs to be done quickly, before the next shower.  We haven't broken any records for accumulation, but frequency has to be acknowledged.  Here in the condo complex, we hire out the task and the company must deal as best they can with mowing five days worth of clients in two, providing those two days are weekdays and not weekends.  If they don't get to us again soon, we'll be baling instead of mowing.


With May came Mother's Day.  I'd asked Dawn a few days earlier if she still had a shepherd's hook I gave her a few years ago, because I wanted to borrow it to hang a bird feeder outside my front window.  Unfortunately it was gone, but she brought me a new one for Mother's Day, this one with two hooks.  I now have a feeder filled with thistle seeds that the finches have commandeered and a hummingbird feeder.  I've tried many times in the past to attract hummingbirds, but this is the first time I've been successful!  I've also planted milkweed and hope to have monarch butterflies later this summer.








Friday, February 25, 2011

When Will It Stop?

A winter weather warning was posted yesterday for our area.  Rain changing to freezing rain changing to snow.  We can expect 4 - 6" today and a similar amount through tomorrow.  So up to 12".  I say, "Enough already!"

The weather in so many areas has been really crazy this winter.  No need to tell you who have to cope with it.  It's right outside your windows.  Through the night I heard something tick-ticking against the window. I just pulled the covers higher and buried my nose in the blankets. But I had to get up eventually.

It was quiet outdoors. That's because anything horizontal is covered in fresh snow.  I don't think there's more than an inch or two yet, but the wind is blowing, so the snow is drifting.  In a couple hours there will be enough that when I lift the garage door, the pile against it will fall into the garage and I'll need to sweep/shovel it out in order to close the door.  And the wind will blow it back in.

But for the break a week ago when the temperature reached 40 and all the once white stuff melted, snow has covered the ground since December, before Christmas.  On Monday, fortunately a legal holiday and therefore, no schools were in session, we had 6" of storm-delivered snow. Today, again, schools are closed because of weather.  And this is the year the State legislature cut "snow days" from five to three.  It's possible the kids could have gotten to school, but also to be considered is getting them home.  At the rate we're going, students will be making up missed days into mid June.

I wake up mornings like this,  thankful that I don't have to go out, don't have to go to work. That benefit of being retired is worth being old enough to qualify!  Meanwhile, my thoughts are with people who fight the commute. Be careful out there!

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

BRANDON AND SOPHIA - 2010

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It's Brandon's birthday!  He's 10.  Sophia was 7 last November.



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Monday, December 27, 2010

Auld Lang Syne

Sophia's Elf on a Shelf, Freddy
The time between Thanksgiving and Christmas flew by!  When I remembered the chaos of buying numerous, relatively inex- pensive, presents for Brandon and Sophia, I was relieved that this year I had decided to buy two gifts for them to share, and then give them each some cash.  Both had expressed the desire to have several items with large price tags.  With the money I planned to give them, each can decide on what they want to spend their moo-lah.  They're happy to have money and I'm happy to have been freed of the added shopping and responsibility for poor decision-making.


Christmas Eve - Making cookies for Santa


As in the past, I spent the night Christmas Eve at their house.  Brandon decided that we'd get up at 5:30 Christmas morning.  Dawn rejected that idea and suggested a compromise at 6:30.  Brandon came back with 6:00.  Dawn said, "No, 6:30."  







At 6:00 AM, the ceiling light came on in my bedroom.  I kept my eyes closed, and told whoever it was to turn off the light and go away.  Then I heard Dawn say, "Go back to bed, Brandon."  Some muffled conversation followed, and then it was quiet again.  But I could hear footsteps going back and forth outside my door.  Finally, I rolled over and saw wee Sophia followed by Dawn walk into Brandon's room.  It was 6:15, and apparently Christmas festivities had begun.



The lava lamp Brandon yearned for
The dress from Uncle Brett and Aunt Michelle

Putting the new karaoke machine to use


By 7:15, all the gifts had been opened.  While Dawn prepared breakfast, I busied myself gathering torn gift wrap and tidying the room while Brandon and Sophia got acquainted with their gifts.  Some time was spent "performing" with the aid of the karaoke machine.  Then it was time to pack up and head out to meet Matt with whom Brandon and Sophia would spend the following week.  

While the kids are away, Dawn and I will spend our time preparing for 2011 -- packing away Christmas decorations, clearing the slate of the old year and getting ready to meet the needs of the new year. 



Friday, October 22, 2010

The Other Shoe

Dawn and Matt had their divorce pretrial hearing yesterday.  If they hadn't reached agreement on all items of the settlement, their case would have gone to trial.

But they had agreed.  And both attorneys finally had documents that, while not mirror images, didn't prevent closure.  The final decree was issued today. 

Six months, start to finish.

While both Dawn and Matt had moved on toward lives with the kids but without each other, now they can officially, legally, go forward as individuals, not half of a couple.

The other shoe has finally dropped.  Now Dawn can head out in a new shoe that doesn't pinch and whose stride promotes happy feet with each step forward.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

A Reminder That Kids Will be Kids

Brandon is ten and already knows it all.  You don't have to ask him, he'll tell you.  Every time you question his actions.

For the sake of convenience, I've bought each of the kids a bike to keep here.  Last year Sophia moved up from a garage sale purchase 16-inch to a larger bike.  That meant we had an unused bike which Brandon wanted to trim down to a dirt bike for himself.  Fenders were removed, the frame was painted black and the girly seat replaced with one that was black. 

Then winter came.  By spring, he'd grown too large for the bike, so I bought him a new one equipped with pegs so he could do tricks.  After a few weeks he wanted to customize it.  He'd been successful in his efforts with Sophia's old bike, so I told him that while I didn't see the necessity to tear down a new bicycle, if he felt competent to modify it, okay.

He swears it wasn't his fault.  Somehow some bearings got stripped and he couldn't reassemble it.  So it laid, in pieces, on my garage floor all summer.  He wasn't allowed to borrow a bike from the neighbor.  If others rode bikes, he scooted along on a skateboard. 

Now fall is here and the kids are back in school.  I sent e-mail to the kids' dad and asked if he'd consider rebuilding the bike with Brandon over the winter.  When I didn't get a reply, I realized that the bike and its parts would continue laying on the garage floor.  So I gathered them up, put them in the car, and drove to a local bike shop.

I approached one of the techs.  "I have a ten year old grandson who says he knows how to take a bike apart and put it together."

As I spoke the words, a cyclist, in his riding gear, walked by and snickered.  Obviously he knew where I was going with this.  So did the tech, who asked, "Where is it?"

We walked out to the car, he went through the bag of pieces, identifying what he held and noting what he needed, and said he could put it back together, he'd like to reassemble it, that he loved puzzles.  

So a few days later I returned to find a rebuilt bike, sans one hand grip, all put back together.  As good as a new bike, maybe better.  Back to my garage it went to sit beside Sophia's bike.

It was raining when the school bus was due to drop off the kids at the bus stop on Wednesday, so I picked them up.  When I pulled into the garage, Sophia said, "Brandon, look at your bike!" 

Brandon said, "Huh?  What?  Where!?!"

"Look!  Right there!"

Brandon, sitting in the passenger's seat beside me, spun toward me and said, "Really??!  You fixed it?!"

"No, I took it to the bike shop," I replied.  "But now you have to promise you won't take it apart again."

"I promise!!"

Let's see how long it is before he's either bored or looking for another challenge.