Thursday, December 06, 2018
I guess that's what some of us do as we tip into our 60's.
What I realized is that December is giving me a slight break in some ways: I only have two scheduled appointments with medical professionals, our community pool (and therefore classes) will be on hold until after the first of the year for its annual maintenance/cleaning and since the sun comes up a LOT later for the next few weeks-the girls have been letting me sleep in until a bit after 7 a.m..
Of course, all the kids will be on Winter Break in a couple of weeks-so that will provide me with some activity. I know my counterpart usually comes out to watch the little ones and to visit, but I'll probably have the older ones for a few of those days unless Sarah works from home.
I'm personally very happy to see the end of this year. It's actually been filled with even more drama, heartache, health issues and more than in the last 6. There's been very little fun outside of birthdays, anniversaries and our traditional April cruise-glad to at least have those few happy occasions to look back on.
What I'm hoping for in 2019 is just some boredom. But in honesty, seeing/hearing my dad's continued decline in all areas, I'm doubting any of us are going to get that type of quiet.
Alzheimer's is a horrible, insidious disease. Our poor dad is aware enough that he knows his mind is going. He's been losing weight and obsessing on his loss of both my mom and a sister of mine who died at 3 years old. As soon as he sees any family member he cries and says "I can't walk". It's heart-breaking and heart-wrenching to see this rapid decline. My sister, of course, has it the worst since she lives about 6 miles away and visits him at least a couple of times a week.
My phone calls last less than 3 minutes-2 of which is his caretaker getting him to the phone to speak with me. As soon as he knows it's me, he cries and says he can't talk.
And with that-I wish those who come here and celebrate Hannukah, hope it's a joyous one. And everyone else have a wonderful Christmas season. Happy New Year everyone!
May 2019 be a darned sight better for all of us and be one filled with good health, love and family.
Wednesday, December 05, 2018
Tuesday, December 04, 2018
Friday, November 30, 2018
Unfortunately, my "rut" is the amount of specialist doctors visits I've got on my calendar!
In the last 2 weeks, I've been poked, prodded and had needles shoved into me from literally my head to my toes.
This week I'm so glad to say that I've completed the 3 rounds of gel shots to my knees and that I'm hoping for the best (meaning I won't have to think about this for another 2 years or so). I've also been called a "hot mess" by my pulmonologist, my rheumatologist, my pain management doctor, the foot orthopedic, the PA for the knee orthopedic and last (but certainly not least) my spine surgeon.
Good news-no more doctors until the 10th of December. That's when I'm almost certain that my GP will put her name on the bottom of that growing list.
Thankfully I continue to figure that what doesn't kill me is making me stronger.
Who knew that this is what life had in store for me?
On the good news side of things (obviously this is short), the spine surgeon said despite the condition of my spine my other rather dubious diseases have made surgery a complete NO. I also won't find myself paralyzed or in a wheel chair. Just cranky and in a lot of pain that isn't going away anytime soon.
Nice young man, liked him a lot. Didn't even mind when he said, "You're in a bad position, there's no good out for you. But here's what I'd tell my own mom "Don't do surgery. Live life day to day and just learn to adjust along with the pain levels."
Isn't that what I have been doing?
At least he was honest and looked at me and not an iPad when we talked over the various no-go options.
And now, I'm off to continue life.