With three weeks before school, I am hurting.
I don’t know if it is something I did but I have terrible pain in my left foot. I managed to get a podiatrist here, and have a 3 PM appointment today.
Isn’t it funny when nothing i going on, nothing goes on, right? Then, when it is time to get things going, then it all hits the fan.
Stay tuned for the further adventures of Hop-a-long…hopefuly not for much longer because it’s almost time for school!
Zush is not feeling well.
I have to try to get her into the vet tomorrow, as she has been yelping on occasion and that is not good.What’s worse is I am a big tear-stained mom worrying about it.As someone who would have children would say, it’s rough when a child can’t tell you what’s wrong.Well, same thing for a fur child.
I’m keeping her on only potty walks and out of the heat.She’s eating and doing everything she should be doing, but the sharp yelp scares me: she’s obviously hurting.Please send some prayers or good karma up for my girl.
Motherhood…it’s not for the faint of heart.
There is nothing like pain to really make you wonder about life.
How can you feel better? What should you do? How can you get friends and loved ones to realize that you are not bitchy, but you are in legitimate pain.
You are in a new town, well, relatively new, and you are waiting on test results.Call up your local physician who entered the referral for the test and says, ” Uh, take alive until we get the results.”
I have never used ice like I am now.If only my mind and body can just get together and decide to be at peace.I am praying every day, and trying to wait things out.
It’s been that kind of day.
To top it off, I came home and Zush is hurting again.The yelp is back, albeit it very sporadic.The Zusher needs to be monitored constantly. Unfortunately, I have to be at work and Jim is busy during the day.When I left her this morning there was no yelp. This afternoon, I cam through the door and it’s almost being back at square 3.She isn’t constantly yelping. I wish she wasn’t yelping, period.
Please hold a good thought or say a little prayer for the Zush, and hold a good thought for Mom, i.e.,me.It’s rough when you don’t know what’s wrong with the baby!
Too bad my girl doesn’t qualify for Obama care..lol
All of a sudden Zush was in such apparent pain she kept leaving little yelps of pain out to let us know something wasn’t right. My nephew Gregory was kind enough to get over to the vet yesterday and pick up her Tramadol for her arthritis.That, we thought, would have resolved the issue but it didn’t.
This morning was not a fun scene. Zush obviously in pain yelping, Kasia wondering what’s wrong and me crying because, yes, damn it, they’re my fur kids.Managed to get through the day to 1:30, when I could leave for the girl’s 2:30pm appointment.
She was in such pain Jim had trouble getting her out of the car, but she got down and into the vet we went. Evidently, Zush’s spine was out of whack and now, with a steroid shot, and slow bathroom only walks, we’ll have our Zush up to speed in new time.When you are talking about a fur baby that’s 12 years old, well we had a big sigh of relief for our girl.She is the rock of our lives!
Below is a shot of Jim’s arm as he carries our Zush out of the back of the car.
When someone would normally tell you that,they don’t want you to miss anything: something important is coming up.
My blinks, these days, are sporadic.They neglect to tell you how temperamental an eye is. As the day gets later, my right eye is awfully sore and tired. I actually had to write this entry before I take the ointment and put it in my eye. Once it is in, my right eye vision gets fuzzy from the medicine. It’s a two edge sword, because as fuzzy as it gets, I really don’t need an infection in my eye.There are only six more days of putting the ointment in twice a day, then the next and last week, I only need to put it in once a day
Thank goodness I still have one working eye, but at this time of the day, it’s just as tired as the right eye.
I had physical therapy again today and it is getting rough.
Evidently,there’s a point of strengthening your muscle and then we are to the point where we have been working this week-control of my hip muscles.
The key, and probably starting exercise reminds you either of driving school or a DUI maize.There is a line of small neon orange cones, and all ten are laid out in a straight line.Evidently either my hip is so week or balance so bad that I actually have a cane in my hand while I am doing this because when I didn’t, I almost fell. The idea is to raise your leg over the cone and basically with the cone spacing out between both feet, you slowly are putting one foot directly in front of the other.Sara, my therapist, laughed,as said I didn’t leave the line too inebriated.***translation -only a few cones were out of line***.
What is going to make things rougher is that I am scheduled for surgery on August 15th and as of tomorrow, I can no longer use my post-therapy partner for cure all liquid Aleve. I have to go to Tramadol or extra strength Tylenol.
This getting older business is definitely not for sissies.
For those of you following the perils of Pauline, er, my blog, you know all about falling on my hip.
If you loved the story once, you’ll love it twice. Yes, I did it again.
Jim went out to unwind a little bit down at Undisclosed, and I was trying to get things together so I didn’t have to pack up from undisclosed right before we had to leave to come back up to the city. I have double doors on my laundry.The right door wasn’t closed all the way and as I turned away to walk with the clothes, my left foot caught the door, and bam! Doesn’t my right foot catch the door and I go down on my right hip yet again? I looked at the girls who ran over to look over their Mom on the floor and said to them, yup, Momma is on the floor yet again.
I was tired of this the FIRST time I fell. You can imagine that, as my hip throbs and I make sure my trusty bottle of Aleve is at my side, that the second really sucks.
Getting older is definitely NOT for sissies.
For some reason I put a purple shirt on today.
Oh yeah…then I remembered, I am going for my orthopaedic visit this morning and can envision the needle that will be in my future: I admit it’s not something I am looking forward to. I had gone for the x-ray last night to find out the good news that my hip is not broken.**big shocker there-NOT** However, the radiologist read the film and pronounced bony deterioration.
Translated? I missed the bullet with this fall, but have got to quit falling, NOW.
This just reaffirms the statement I made in a prior post.
“Old age is not for sissies.”
I have a Tuesday appointment with the doctor to be seen with my bum hip.I have to have an x-ray of the hip to take with me.
In the meantime, I have read over the possible diagnosis, according to my buddy Matt, who was my Physician’s Assistant**sorry Kate** when I got my knees done.As I am not crawling now, I am assuming my hip is not fractured**fingers crossed** but merely bursitis.
Two inch needle, spray to freeze area, insert steroid-I remember the drill oh so well from my knee days.Here’s hoping the hip fairs a little better.
Old age is not for sissies. I read this all the time.
I walk my dogs, take an exercise class, eat lighter now that it’s warm out.
I am in pain.
I thought it started as sciatica, but it stopped traveling and the hip just hurts.I waver between icing it or taking an anti-inflammatory, but I am afraid it’s going past that and medical assistance might be needed.Of course, I really don’t want to pay an orthopaedic man $30 to tell me I need to drop some weight. I KNOW THAT.
I need to lose this pain.
Stay tuned to this blog for the medical update of dancing in the world of medical co-pays, referrals, and hopefully, pain relief.
Carting weight on a body is a job.
Unfortunately, when you do it for a while,your body begins to groan from the pressure.Then, when you start to try to shed it and move around a little more, boy does your body talk back to you.It’s 4:23am and I am up: I went to bed last night at 8:30 pm because my body was so sore and tired.
I am sure that it’s only the beginning, and hopefully, as things go down, things won’t be quite so painful.I guess I am just looking forward to getting a full night sleep. It’s been so long I won’t remember how it feels…lol.
is making me nuts…nice, cold, rain, sun….my sinuses can’t take much more.
I am in the office and have got a headache of huge proportions. I need the rain that is due tomorrow night to show up and this way, my head would clear up.
I am almost done for the day and only have one more long day this week,so that is not too bad. I just wish that some stability would return with this spring weather.Until then, basics when I get home, and then, to bed.
or, as I would say it: the poor worker without her cell phone.
Jim came down with too much raking,too damp weather, and as a man with a soon
to be 95-year-old Mom would call it….”grippe.”
You should take something, I say knowing downright what the answer will be.
However, even though I thought he should stay home today, he went to work.
As I came into work, I scoured all available sources for Lipton chicken
noodle in a red box-no such luck.
Stay tuned tomorrow and let’s hope Shingles don’t make a reappearance,
Getting old is certainly not for sissies.
I am at it again.
There has been some major lower back pain that is so sharp it takes my breath away.
I figured it’s time to stop being a martyr,not that it gets me anywhere, and see about
finding out what ‘s going on.
It’s incredible how you go back and think,” Did I trip carrying this or that, did I throw
my leg out and stub my toe…” Of course with knee replacements, all I can hear is the
knee surgeon saying about when people mess things up and have to come back and see him and
it ends up that the knee has to get repaired AGAIN.**ARGH**
Asking you, my reader, to send some prayers, good karma, or whatever my way.
No matter what it is, it’s much appreciated!
…Kasia’s misadventure, I am pleased to report the patient managed to keep her bandage on all night.
With how well the vet wrapped her paw, I guess I’ll find out if my devil dog has potential also moonlighting as
Houdini. Ideally, the vet said it would take 48-72 hours so as it is just about 24, I am hoping that
we’ll get through everything ok.
In the meanwhile, Zush has been herself; kind, loving and considerate to her sister. She’s a far
cry from being Nurse Rachet, and hopefully the two together will get through this crisis.
It was one year ago, on the 18th of March, that I had my two knees taken apart, and two new titanium knees put in their place.
It has been a long haul… LONG, long haul..I did my PT post-op , and I can do steps , but not quite well enough to make me happy. I know it takes time, but you wish you can walk, er, should I say, ambulate, as a “regular” person. I can bend my knees and often do my exercises to keep them a little limber, but sometimes, you think it would be nice just to be able to jump out of a car. I am just biding my time, trying to get the weight down, and make the knees work.
It was hysterical to look at the picture that I have added to this post one year post-op. I remember the relief at actually having my knees done. The mere fact that when I’d be standing up, I would no longer hear the crunch crunch of bone on bone when I would walk-that was a thought that made my day. The bow-legged stance that I had adapted along the way would be a thing of the past, and I was so happy to say good-bye to it. My youngest dog daughter, Kasia, NEVER had a real walk with me. New knees would allow me to finally get her out with Zush on a real walk. Zush, who suffered with me as my knees went downhill, would be walking full-steam with me again. As my nephew Greg would say, “It’s a win-win” situation.
Thank you to all who have helped me, prayed for me, supported me and stayed by me during this year. I have another 29 years to go on the warranty, according to Dr. Bartolozzi…..here’ hoping!
An actual post op shot of one of the two knees the hours after surgery.
We are wrapping up a wonderful stretch of time here @Undisclosed, and hate to leave.
Jim had the morning off from his deli job, so with the rest of the day? It was awesome!
Pups were always walking, and I managed two days walking 4.2 miles a day with my neighbor friends. We saw friends and tried to relax and just hoped Jim’s pain gets better.
Hate to leave- can’t wait to be here full time!
Jim’s shingles are a new experience which, quite frankly, I wish I never bought a ticket for.
I love my husband. Really.I do
Coming off of care giving for Mom, at least with Mom you could figure out how to make her comfortable. In a sense, it was basic care 101.
My friend Kate has been holding my hand through this and the doctor actually responded to me this morning but, **shaking my head** I just don’t know.It’s as though the Bermuda triangle has hit and we can’t seem to pull ourselves out of it. I know I can’t make his pain go away, but at the same time, I can’t seem to even help make him comfortable. It is a very frustrating situation that I find myself in. The doctor called with a basic increase in medicine this morning, and perhaps that’s the ticket. I hear from people who had relatives who had it and how badly the pain affected them and, quite frankly, I get scared. Cancer hits, you know you are losing control of your body.When possible, you do everything within your power to rid yourself of it. Dementia hits, the scariness is that your mind is going. Shingles, that damn dormant chicken pox virus, lies dormant, comes out with stress, bites you in the butt and seems to suck the life force out of you. It is truly an “E” ticket ride.
Me? Well, I’ll keep on keeping on, keep working the beads, and looking for only the “A” ticket rides.