3/18/23

Holy Cow.  I haven't updated this thing for awhile.  I reckon it's because Courtney and Warren came to visit over spring break, and 2 girls (and families) came into town last weekend to run with David in the Fresh 15.  Guess what?  I didn't run.  Big surprise, right?  I held down the home fort.  I fed them when they got home and then did their sweaty laundry while they showered.  I did my part.

I've been going to PT twice a week, every week.  I've been 17 times now and I'm still not done.  Good grief.  Soon, they say.  Soon.  I'm tired of driving into town.  It's 1/2 hour to the center, so that's an hour a day on the road.  It's like going to friggin' work.  I see the eye surgeon on Wednesday and then go straight to PT.  I see the ENT guy on Thursday and then PT again on Friday.  Geez.  I'm still having earaches and will have my brain MRI the next week.  That oughta be loads of fun.  I can hardly wait for that one.  It's probably empty in there....

David had shoulder surgery yesterday, so I waited at the hospital for 5 hours for that.  His surgery only lasted 1-1/2 hours instead of 2, so that was a good thing.  He's home and in an arm sling and is simply loving sitting in his recliner all day and all night.  Not.  He is not used to doing nothing and can't stand it.  The phone rang yesterday, so I was distracted for a few minutes.  While I was on the phone, I heard the Ring Doorbell go off.  I looked out the front window and saw David out in the front yard, killing fire ants.  Good grief.  He escaped while I was preoccupied on the phone.  He got feeling back in his arm and hand around 3 p.m. this afternoon.  Over 24 hours since his surgery.  It's been completely numb.  He couldn't feel anything, lift it, nothing.  I keep an ice pack on it to keep the swelling down, and he can't even feel that.  Of course, with a numb arm, there is no pain.  When 3 p.m. hit this afternoon, he was asking for pain meds.  He is not allowed to lie flat for several days.  Gotta keep the shoulder above his heart.  He sleeps with his arm above his head a lot, so being in the recliner will be a good thing because he's not allowed to raise his arm up. 

I made easily accessible food, covered the plants today (cause it's gonna freeze tonight and tomorrow night), went to the pharmacy today and got his meds, and have everything he needs 'at the ready'.  I'm going to see Jessica tomorrow morning to help her some and spend the night at her house.  I think I'll be home on Monday.  I have to be home on Tuesday, at the latest, cause of the doctor appointment Wednesday morning.  It's at 7:30 a.m.  Who schedules an appointment at that hour?  That's about the time I wake up, but I'm certainly not ready for the day.  Ugh.

I've been wearing my pressure suit.  It's a pain in the butt, but it works.  It takes an entire hour, plus another 10 minutes just to get the dang thing on.  I always go to the bathroom prior to suiting up because all that pressure sends fluid to my bladder.  It takes me forever to get out of that thing because when it turns off, it's still full of air.  At least when I put it on, it's empty.  When it's full, getting out of my recliner elevates my heart rate to jazzercise levels.  I feel like a two year old kid trying to stand up after falling down in the snow - while wearing a snowsuit.  That's my exercise for the day....  Kodak moment every night.  It's terribly amusing for others to watch.  At my expense.  I get no sympathy, either.

Tomorrow is our 41st wedding anniversary.  It's been nice being married to my best friend.  We have each other's backs and have had for all these years.  What's that saying about marriage?  It's like cards, I think.  First you have 2 hearts.  Later, you are looking for 2 clubs.  Lastly, you need 2 spades....  I'm not sure I got that right, or not, but it's close.

We have several rules we've followed for a successful marriage:

What's his is hers, and what's hers is hers.

Just say, 'yes ma'am' and 'you're right' a lot.

David repeats to himself on many occasions - Do I want to be right or do I want to be happy?

Happy Wife, Happy Life.

Lastly, we try to treat each other as we wish to be treated.  That's all there is to it.  Simple, really.  It's worked well for over 4 decades.


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

1/10/25 It's Friday.  2025.  Holy cow.  When I was a kid, I thought in 2025 we'd be living in space or something and robots would be our maids.  Like Rosy, on the Jetsons.  This is gonna be a nutshell post: I had several doctor appoints since I last wrote. Had another sleep study for something my cardiologist ordered.  Long word, can't remember it.  I bought a new car.  Christmas was simply delightful with all the kids home.  ct/DNA test came back negative (woo-hoo!).  Went to Houston to MD Anderson this week for an MRI and my surgeon will call me this afternoon with the results.  However, I read in MyChart last night that my tumor had  grown only a tiny amount in the past 2 years, so I'm stopping the MRIs because it's probably benign. (woo-hoo!)  I'm still doing physical therapy twice a week in the pool to try and help my back.  We went to a New Year's Eve party and I did something a friend told me about.  I tol...
Read more
  6/16/25 I’m back. By a show of hands, everyone that loves my charts, and patient portals, etc. raise those hands high! Hmmmm, I see none going up. I have sent messages on my patient portal on several occasions and heard nothing back. So, I call the office and leave a message, because you never get a real person the first time. No one calls me back. I think I might drive to the office tomorrow. ….. sigh. On a good note, my ctDNA test came back negative. Hooray! And I go back to MD Anderson in Houston in two months. I have an endoscopy in three weeks. I see my rheumatologist in two days. I need to get my dermatologist to take a look at my head. It’s been five weeks since she cut that open and it still has not healed. It’s still scabby and bloody. So, I still cannot get in the pool. And I have to stay out of the sun. It looks pretty icky on the top of my head, I’m sorry to say.  David and I celebrated my good news by going to Shreveport this past weekend. We had a good time. Th...
Read more
  12/16/24 It's Monday.  Today is my daughter Stacy's birthday.   I was supposed to get my glasses last Monday, then Wednesday, then Thursday - they finally came in.  I was chastised for calling in to get the status when I'd signed up for text messaging, however, I never got a text message.  Ever.  They lied to me 3 times about why they were late.  About why it took 25 friggin' days to get them, etc.  They think nothing about lying to customers at the optical department of Sam's Club.  I dislike them so much that I would be willing to unplug them from life support just so I could charge my cell phone. So, now I wea bi-focals.  I have not gotten used to them yet.  My close-up vision is much better, but my distance vision...... not so much.  David says I just need to get used to them.  Of course, this advice is coming from a man that sat down to eat breakfast and thought his toast was too cold.  Any reasonable pers...
Read more