As it’s now only a few days until Christmas, I thought I’d reprise last year’s post (to be sung, hummed, or laughed at to the tune of “Twelve Days of Christmas”).
On the twelfth day of Christmas, RA brought to me:
12 joints a-flaring,
11 scripts a-filling,
10 toes a-throbbing,
9 labs a-drawing,
8 workdays missing,
7 doctors billing,
6 X-rays to be taken,
5 new pills,
4 side effects,
3 new tests,
2 swollen knees,
And a new D-M-A-R-D.
“And God bless us, every one.” Tim Cratchit, A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
An email from my brother gently reminded me that I hadn’t posted in a while. I’ve been writing what I hope will be an interesting post, but I’ve been doing it in my head and since it hasn’t made it to real publication, I guess I can’t count it. And since I haven’t worked out the kinks on the “interesting” post, I thought I would provide an update which will, at least, appease my brother.
The question is, “If it’s not good news, does that make it bad news?”
I feel like progress on my knee has stalled. I seem to have reached a plateau in flexibility and pain. Tomorrow is eight weeks since surgery and I’m nowhere close to where I thought I would be.
I have made significant progress since the surgery, obviously, as I am able to get around without walkers or canes and generally get up and down from a sitting position. But bending my knee past 100 degrees is still very painful. And while I can walk on it, I can’t walk long or far without considerable pain. It also “clunks”. And it swells and gets extremely sensitive to touch. The swelling will be there for several more months, but I am hopeful that the pain and sensitivity go away soon.
Last week I went to Las Vegas with my husband who attended a conference there. I did very little except lay around the pool and read. However, our last evening there we were at the Shops at Caesars and decided to walk back to our hotel room at the Vdara, stopping in at the Bellagio to see what they’d done with their atrium display. A straight walk from point A to point B would be about 20 minutes. The distance is about 3-4 blocks. (Caesar’s sits on one block, Bellagio occupies the next block south, across the street from Cosmopolitan, which sits in front of Vdara.)
I was in so much pain by the time we got back to the hotel that I was almost in tears. I couldn’t get stretched out with an ice pack quickly enough.
The really bad news of all this is that we’re supposed to go to London next week (a trip we scheduled last October) and I don’t think I can make it. We’re probably going to cancel.
I have a physical therapy appointment today (Monday) and Wednesday and a doctor’s visit Wednesday afternoon. I’m going to talk to the therapist and also my doctor to get their opinion on the trip. It may be that the doctor can prescribe steroids or some other miracle cure to get me on my feet. If not, the trip will have to be postponed.
So the news isn’t the best it could be, but it’s also not terrible. We’ll see what this week brings.
And I hope your week brings a multitude of smiles to you and yours. Thanks for checking in.
I lived in Kansas City for about three years before I moved to Dallas. If you exclude San Francisco, that’s the furthest north I’ve ever lived. While I was there, they had three years of record-breaking cold weather and snowfall. I drove an MG Midget when I lived there and I have a picture where the snow in the driveway was taller than my car.
My dream was to move to Dallas and I made a deal with God that if I could make the move, I’d never, ever complain about the heat.
The second summer after I moved to Texas set all-time records for both the most number of days over 100 degrees (69) and the most consecutive number of days of 100+ degree heat (42). And while I might have complained about my air conditioning bill, I did not complain about the heat.
Today, those of us in Dallas turn 40. It’s our 40th consecutive day of 100+ degree heat. I’m still not complaining, but part of me wonders if this is really necessary.
A strange phenomenon is occurring. It’s almost like the Stockholm Syndrome where hostages “connect” with their kidnappers and have empathy for them. There are people in Dallas who are actually rooting for the hot weather that has been holding us captive, wanting to break our previous record. It just goes to show that everything really is bigger in Texas (including the idiots). I sort of understand it. I mean we’re suffering already, why not get something out of it. But still …
You may wonder how hot it is in Texas. Well, let me tell you. It’s so hot that the Baptists are sprinkling, the Methodists are spritzing, the Episcopalians are using Handy Wipes, and the Catholics are praying the wine turns back into water.
I hope your day has a little sunshine in it. Thanks for checking in.
If you’ve been following this blog for any length of time, you probably know my husband is an architect. He travels all over to job sites and carries all kinds of stuff with him — rolls of drawings, cameras, tape measures, and other gadgets he needs at the site. One particular gizmo is about 3′ long and is basically a super digital level that lets him measure the slope of ramps, sidewalks, parking spaces, etc. for ADA compliance.
I asked him how he managed to get it through airport security and not have to check it as baggage. He told me what the airport security people told him ….
(Wait for it ….)
They said if his tool is more than 8 inches long, it’s not a weapon, it’s an instrument.
And in the words of generations of high-spirited Texas women before me, “Yeah, boy, howdy!”
(At least homeland security got something right!)
Hope your day is filled with unexpected gems of laughter. Thanks for checking in.