Thursday, September 08, 2011
Well, after more than a year away, I'm ready to get down to business and get back to the gym for some toning, firming, and weight loss activity. After back surgery, a broken knee and wrist that kept me in a wheelchair for a while, and then rotator cuff and biceps tendon repair, it was pretty hard to exercise much at all. Now, though, I have no excuse, and in fact, I'm anxious to get back into the swing of things as I'm seeing some definite "flab" re-appearing, and I get fatigued a lot easier than I used to. I'm thinking that more activity will help BOTH of those issues! When I stopped going to the gym prior to my surgeries, I was working out for about 3 hours at a time - half an hour on the treadmill doing the "weight loss" program, half an hour on the stationary bike doing the "random hills" program, 15 minutes worth of crunches, 15 minutes on the rowing machine, 30 minutes of physical therapy exercises, 30 minutes of strength training, and 30 minutes of swimming. I seriously doubt I can jump back in at the same level.... but I will definitely be giving it my best as I work back up to a point where I'm feeling good about myself again! Wish me luck!
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Well, today I count myself lucky to be among the living. I'm basically healthy, mostly full of energy, have dealt with all the "repair" things that need to be done to my body except for the knee replacements that I know are looming..... and have even begun taking care of things that are more "cosmetic" in nature, like dental work. I have a gold crown on my right rear molar, that I got at age 15. That's 43 years ago. They told me it would only last 15 to 20 years. Well, today, it finally fell off. It was there at 10:30 this morning, I know, because my tongue is drawn to it because there is a big "hole" in it, and my dentist has been urging me to get it replaced. Anyways, I've been avoiding chewing on that side for a while because food gets caught in the hole, and there are some jagged edges at the top of the crown that have either broken off or something.... well, I was standing in the lunch room while my soft (scrambled eggs) lunch was heating up, and talking to a co-worker, doing nothing special or unusual..... and when I got back to my desk with my lunch, my tongue went automatically to the crown "just to check it out".... and OMG!!! It was gone!! In its place was a very sharp and jagged crater that immediately cut my tongue. Ahhhh - where did it go???? I certainly didn't feel it in anything I was chewing up, I didn't feel a lump go down my throat, I hadn't had a coughing or sneezing fit that might have blown it out of my mouth.... the only logical assumption is that I swallowed it!
Well, I made an emergency appointment with my dentist to get a temporary crown put back on so that my tongue and cheek wouldn't be turned into "hamburger".... and while they were fitting me with an aluminum replacement, they got too close to the back of my throat, and my hyperactive gag reflex kicked in, and I gagged, and my throat opened wide, and this huge aluminum crown fell off the back of my tooth and right down my windpipe. Oh man.... Panic time! I began to cough and gag and spit and cough some more, but it just kept working its way down my throat until it felt like it was about halfway to my stomach. Although I was coughing violently, it didn't feel like it was going to come back up, so I began swallowing, trying to get it to go down. Wasn't working. FINALLY after about two minutes of vigorous coughing, someone whacked me on the back hard, and a final violent cough sent it flying out of my throat and onto the floor! Man, that thing was about the size of a dice cut in half!!
I felt sorry for the poor dental assistant, she was scared out of her wits, and wanted to call 911. I didn't THINK I was in danger of dying, as I was able to cough and get SOME words out.... but that thing with its sharp edges really cut a trail down my esophagus, and I'm still coughing from the irritation nearly 10 hours later.
They finally got a temporary replacement crown on that back tooth, and the doc made sure he glued it in really SECURELY.... so, all's well that ends well.
But, I have found a real and unusual reason to be glad I'm alive today. I hope none of you ever have to go through that kind of panic! I hope I never have to experience it again!!
Thank you, blessed Mother!
Thursday, August 18, 2011
I am preparing to take my oldest daughter to meet her biological father for the first time in her life. They have never set eyes on each other. I was barely 19 when I got pregnant, and he was well into his 30s. Of course, he denied it was HIS baby....but that was understandable, seeing as how he was a deadbeat dad to four other children, too. That was okay, we didn't need him in our lives.... and with his issues, not only did we not NEED him, I didn't WANT him in our lives. After my daughter was born, I tracked him down in Salt Lake City and called him once again (just out of fairness) to let him know that he had a 6 month old daughter who looked just like him, and the first word out of his mouth was an expletive. That was all I needed to know. I hung up the phone, and never talked to him again. We got along fine without him. I eventually married, and my husband raised her as his child. We never lied to her though, and she was always aware that there was a "sperm donor" out there somewhere who had a part in her creation.... but she never even asked any questions until she was 23 years old. Then, because there were some health issues, I gathered a sampling of pictures of her from birth through the years to the current time, and made color copies, and wrote a letter to him. I began it by saying that in 23 years, I'd never asked for money, never called or tried to contact him, never took legal action to try and make him pay child support, and as a matter of fact would not be contacting him now if his daughter didn't need to know some things that were health-related. Being an alcoholic, after he got my letter, he drank himself some liquid courage and then telephoned me. He kept me on the phone for nearly an hour, constantly asking if I was sure she was his kid, and how did I know, and how could he be sure I wasn't lying to him? Finally I told him that if I was going to lie to my daughter about who her father was.... I'd sure as HECK make up someone better than HIM!!! That shut him up pretty fast. Eventually, he called her.... and they chatted for quite a while, with him drunkenly repeating himself and making excuses over and over again, until she was able to politely disengage. That was when she was 23 years old. They have kept in touch sporadically - he sends her Christmas cards and advertising calendars from his business.... and once, he even sent her $50. That was a shocker! She's now 38, and FINALLY has decided that if she ever wants to meet him, she'd better do it quickly, because he's got to be in his 70s, and being an alcoholic, who knows how much longer he will live? I phoned him a couple of weeks ago, and asked if he would be willing to meet with us, and he said "yes" - that he'd like that. And he even said that he would make an effort to see if some of his other grown children would care to meet her. Apparently they all know about her, but they don't much care for him.... so he's not sure if they'll be willing to meet her, especially if HE is in the picture. That's sad.... but - if they know about her, then she can feel comfortable contacting them through FaceBook (she's already looked them up and found out what they look like, who they're married to, and other things about them - but hasn't wanted to intrude in their lives unexpectedly). So, this weekend will be an adventure - I hope it goes well, and that she gets what she needs from it. I'm there for her, and always will be.
Friday, August 20, 2010
My beautiful, 18 year-old cat bit the heck out of me Monday morning. I don't blame her....she is old, autistic, and arthritic....and the two younger cats were harrassing her, so she was hiding on my bed, and it was time to leave for work, so in trying to shoo her off so I could close my bedroom door, she showed her angst by letting me have it - HARD - on the left forearm. I washed it out as well as I could, but within two or three hours, it was clear that hadn't been good enough. A trip to Urgent Care after work had them putting me on heavy-duty oral antibiotics, but after a dose that night and another Tuesday morning, the redness and swelling was definitely increasing. So, after my PT for my back, I headed to the Urgent Care again, where they started an IV and gave me a heavier-duty dose of antibiotics, and told me to come back if it got worse in the next 6 hours. Well....it did. I went back Tuesday evening at about 5:00, and they promptly sent me to the emergency room, where I got still another round of IV antibiotics, and was admitted to the hospital. Couldn't believe it, they kept me from Tuesday night to Thursday afternoon. Was so frustrated, because I basically missed dinner Tuesday night (good thing I had my lunch box with me and had a big container of plain, fat-free Greek Yogurt mixed with some vanilla, a couple packets of Splenda, and two tablespoons of sugar-free strawberry preserves. That, a piece of Weight Watchers string cheese and a protein bar served as dinner. Then, come the next morning, I find out they've got me on a Bariatric Clear Liquid diet (because I told them I am a bariatric patient - but I'm waaaay past clear liquids....I'm 18 months out!). So, they changed it to a cardiac diet, which gave me carbs I couldn't have, and would NOT let me order the high protein meats and cheeses I needed!!! Grrrrr. Finally, I got them to change me to a Regular diet, and I just picked the foods that I know I can eat....tilapia, salmon, turkey, fresh fruit, EggBeaters, Low Fat Cottage cheese. Think I lost 2 pounds while I was in there. Boy, it's good to be home!
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