Friday, January 18, 2013
Well, I haven't been feeling well lately...actually, I have had pain in my stomach. As a cancer survivor, of course my first thought is that the cancer has returned. :-( So, much as I hate going to the doctor, I did. As a form of hopeful denial, I went to my GP rather than my oncologist. He, of course, didn't know what it was, so he ordered a CT scan. First it had to be rescheduled while they waited for insurance approval. Sigh. Today they called me and said that insurance had approved it, but the entire amount will be going towards the deductible. Over $700! Yikes! Yes, and what was my reason for choosing a high deductible again?
Oh, well, it will be Monday morning. I will also be getting an MRI of my arthritic hip. This I think is a waste of time and money, but the doctor thinks cortisone injections into the hip are preferable to surgery. I am not sure I agree. Anyway, an MRI is a necessary precursor to cortisone injections.
Meanwhile, I think I have an UTI - I can't remember ever even having had one before. The doctor sent the prescription to the pharmacy without even talking with me. They're so common, what's the big deal? Ha!
Sigh again. I am used to generally good health, even though the arthritis makes itself felt now and again. This makes me very unhappy, and of course scared.
I just need to stay focused and positive. I don't want to scare my kids. My oldest leaves to return to college on Sunday. And, to take my mind off things, I am going camping Saturday night. Girl camping. In a heated lodge. With a kitchen. And real beds. Sounds like the kind of camping I can handle!!
Wednesday, January 09, 2013
My 11-year old was reading about some African countries, and he was reading off the names to me. First he said, "Niger," then he paused and said, "Mobe-a-squeak."
I said, "Do you think you might mean Mozambique?" His big brother and sister erupted into gales of laughter - and I must admit that I did, too.
He said, "You know, everyone, laughing is good for you, and I think you should thank me."
Sunday, January 06, 2013
So...the first mass I only had one child to babysit. He's a great kid, really, but very high energy, and he always wants to play with someone. Someone today was I. And, being all boy, his idea of play is usually pretend guns and swords, so I spent a rather...interesting...hour or so crashing TinkerToy sticks with him, or pointing brightly coloured foam bricks at him and yelling "Pow pow pow!" I did draw the line when he poked me in the stomach with the 'sword.'
I do not complain, however - at the second mass, I had six kids. I did have help at that point, however - my three kids had arrived to help man the ship. There was a little girl recovering from pinkeye - she is never any trouble, but her parents were concerned she might still be contagious. Then there was the ten-month old who is really very sweet, but who was not happy until I pulled out his bottle. He snatched at it so fast he almost knocked me over. Once fed, he was almost a little angel. Almost because he wanted to get into absolutely everything. And everything he grabbed had to go straight into his mouth and get chewed on. This meant a great deal of toy-washing after church was over.
The rest of the kids were no real trouble, except for the messes they made and the constantly wanting to do and play with and attempt something else.
I am glad it's over for the week, and I will be interested to see what I get next week! :-)
Tuesday, January 01, 2013
Trying some root veggies tonight for dinner. I am cooking kohlrabi and celery root in boiling water, and I will puree them in the food processor afterward. I can't wait to find out how they will taste. I may not like them, but the only way to find out is to try.
Tuesday, January 01, 2013
A few years ago it became plain to me that all the agility I once had was totally gone. In particular, when I was about eight months pregnant with my youngest, I had to get something out from under the hospital bed (pre-eclampsia led to a prolonged stay in the hospital, something which has made me totally allergic to hospitals since). Once I had managed to grab it (and I imagine I looked pretty ridiculous, crawling around on the floor with a belly the size of a tank), I discovered I had no idea how to get up. I finally managed by grabbing the bed and using it to support all my weight.
Even after delivery, however, I found I simply could not get myself up off the floor. I had to have something to support pretty much my entire weight which I could grab with one hand and use to hoist myself up. Such a support (e.g., my 6'1", 230 pound son, a heavy piece of furniture, a stair) is not always available when I find myself on the ground, something I tend to try to avoid.
Fortuitously, I discovered that, if I can get both feet underneath myself, rather than just one, I do NOT need such a support. If I get both feet underneath myself, I then balance myself carefully and use my leg muscles to rise straight up. It isn't easy, but I can do it, every single time. TRIUMPH!
So tonight my daughter and I were walking the dog. It was pretty early but of course at this time of year, completely dark. In addition, it had rained and drizzled all day. One of my neighbours decided not to water his yard the last time we had a drought. We have them fairly frequently, sad to say. His grass all died, and his yard now consists of dirt and intermittent weeds. When it rains, that would be mud and intermittent weeds. Also, his house is quite elevated compared to the level of the sidewalk.
This situation leads to significant erosion. While it is a great practical way to explain the concept to a young child, I could do without the buildup of mud on the sidewalk as a result. Tonight I completely forgot about the inevitable mud.
So, I stepped on a several-inch-thick layer of wet, slippery mud on his sidewalk, my sandal went one way while my body went another, and I did a wild dance, flailing my arms, and I'm sure providing amusement to anyone who saw me - except my sweet daughter, who was very concerned. Luckily it was dark and I hope my face was unrecognisable.
Although I did try very hard, the slipperiness was too much for my dancing to overcome. I did manage to somewhat control the fall, such that I landed on my knees rather than my behind, and the impact wasn't too painful. I did, however, drop the dog's leash, and she took off like a shot, as usual.
My poor daughter had to take off after her, since I was still on the ground, and clearly in no shape to run after the dog - who is unbelievably fast, despite advanced age. There I was, kneeling on a muddy sidewalk, gasping, and assessing the situation. I knew I was going to have to get myself up. Cecily isn't strong enough to support me. I would drag her down long before she could get me up. I got first one foot under me, then the other. I took a breath, and pushed up with my - not sure which muscles, quadriceps? I got up. I did it!!! The feeling of accomplishment was unbelievable. Woo-hoo!
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