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Friday, October 19, 2018


There Must Be Something in the Air

As you can see, this week hasn't really found me thinking that life will be improving soon.

Let me start with the fact that last week after I went to my pain management appointment and the doctor really didn't know what he could do to help (especially after I nixed having cables/electronic probes put into my degenerative spine), he told me my blood pressure was way too high and to call my GP.

I did.  The e-mail came back in under an hour-I had to promise her to monitor my BP a few times a day and if it continued to be as high as it had shown I was to go either to the Urgent Care or Emergency.

That didn't really set my mind at ease or help lower my levels.

In fact, Monday I was feeling really, really awful.  My head was pounding, I felt like throwing up, I was light-headed and didn't even want to try going to water aerobics.  That probably tells you a lot.  I took my BP:  180/88.

I threw on my shoes and did what I promised my GP I'd do.  I stupidly drove myself to the Urgent Care 1-1/2 miles down the road.  They took me right in.  Seems it was even worse on the in-house medical cuff.  200/110.  Yep, I nearly stroke out!  They wanted to call an ambulance and send me to the hospital, I begged for them to do something a bit less drastic.

They said they'd give me what they had, hold me for a couple of hours and monitor me, but if it didn't work-I still might be in for a ride to the hospital.  Thankfully, at the end of the two hours I was now at 160/70.  Still quite high, but I got to go home w/ a prescription for medication, an appointment to follow up with my GP and I had to promise to do nothing for the rest of the week.  Continue monitoring my BP every morning too.

There was a fun way to spend a Monday.  NOT!

Then I went to the foot/ankle guy.  Now mind you I've been complaining about the pain in my right foot since probably before we went on our cruise way back in April, but it's been getting even more intense lately.

Seems that it's another conundrum.  The doctor said I obviously have RA and OA near the original break site.  I also have a recurrence of the RSD-hence all the spasms.  But he's also thinking that even though the x-ray didn't show anything in particular, his actual exam has him deciding between a stress fracture or my valley fever disseminating into my stupid foot.

Either way, he sent me home wearing this lovely stylish (NOT) boot for the next 5 weeks.  When I return, he's hoping that I'll feel less pain or here comes yet another fun MRI.

Great, just great.

Then came Wednesday-I was in for another fun morning taking an MRI (2nd in 8 months) for my back.  Seems spine surgeons don't want to speak with you if your prior test is over 6 months old.

So here I am, a month out from turning 61.  I'm walking in a cement shoe, making sure to rest and keep my feet up and wondering, "How in the world did I get here?"

Here's to next week-it's got to get better.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018


Some Years SUCK

More on this week Friday. Let's just say this week was not easy.

Friday, October 12, 2018


Rescues Gone Wild

Hard week for all of us.  

I'm Disgusted

Trying to stay upbeat while dealing with a multitude of "painful crap" is exhausting.  Unless you've "been there, done that", you probably aren't aware of how tiring it is to be in pain and then be told by several "specialists" that they "honestly don't know what to do for you".

This week I went back to the pain management guy who brought out his trusty fake spine and proceeded to explain to me that I probably wasn't able to get this "stimulator" installed because of my severe osteoporosis, but that it might be an option if we could get the okay from the rheumatologist.

After about a minute of showing me three fairly thick looking "wires" (they looked like cables to me) and explaining how they'd open my spine and feed these in and "try them out" for three days-he stopped mid-sentence and said, "I see you're not wanting this and since you won't qualify, I'll stop now."

Then he decided that since I have so many issues that he thinks I should see a spine surgeon.  He's hoping that since I have "two fractured, yet healed, vertebra" that they might decide to fuse the lower back and that might help the hips, knees and the issue in my foot.

Seriously?  But on the flip side, I'll go because I'm open to almost anything (NOT the cable wiring in my spine though).

Then the next day I went to my "knee" guy.  I practically begged them to x-ray my foot and was turned down, sort of.  No x-ray, but he was happy to let me know that the practice just hired an "excellent foot/ankle" surgeon.


Then he showed me my knee x-rays.  I did NOT enjoy the explanation of how "bad" they look both inside and out either.  But since they do look as if I may not be able to take even water aerobics without some intervention much longer-they are contacting my insurance carrier and requesting those lovely gel shots that worked for the one knee two years ago, but this time they'll do both knees at once.

Hey, if I'm going to pass out from big, thick needles into my knee-might as well get both and do it once.  Then hopefully I'll get some relief for a couple of more years.

As I left, they "signed me up" for an appointment with the next specialist for my stupid foot.

I'm feeling slightly defeated.  I'm allowing myself a bit of a pity party.  Really, I think I deserve it.  This morning I knew I was going to enjoy Jackson's company for most of the day, so I skipped water aerobics to both let the meds kick in and have energy.  By the time his early dismissal time arrived, I hooked up Sunshine, Lucky (my partner in not having a leg to stand on) and the stroller and limped up to the school.

We stopped at the park, we had some lunch, read some books and even put together a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles jigsaw puzzle.  Then, thankfully, we all needed a rest.  Jackson watched Honey I Shrunk the Kids, I iced numerous extremities, Lucky 3-legged herself into my lap and Sunshine hid under a blanket while Pepper curled up on a pillow.

Sometimes I have a bad day, sometimes I share it with you.  Sorry.

Saturday, October 06, 2018


Being 5 With Jackson

Yesterday was a special day!  Jackson's school was having another day off.  Honestly, I've never seen a school district with this many student-less days.  When I was teaching we had to do our "extra" classes after school, but that's another story.

So, while the older grands went off with Sarah for a weekend in San Diego, Jackson and I got to spend the entire day together!

It started off pretty early.  Adam dropped him off at 8 a.m..  Now that it's fall, we didn't have to worry about it getting too hot before 9 in the morning.  Jackson didn't eat too much breakfast at home, but saw grandpa was home-he decided to eat a second breakfast with us.

Grandpa had asked for eggs with cheese, bacon and toast.  Jackson told me his favorite was "eggs with cheese, I always eat them like that grandma.  I also want bacon and toast with grandpa."

Knowing that my youngest grandson doesn't like the cheese in his eggs, I made a quick double check.  Sure enough he told me, "No, I don't want cheese in my eggs!"  He also loved that we had cream cheese with mixed berries.  He wanted jam on the top of it.  Hey, I buy "fruit only" jam, so all was good.  I had made myself some overnight brownie oatmeal.  We all had some raspberries to go with it.

No worries about his lack of breakfast at home (which turned out to be milk, a small pancake and a whole banana), he ate every bit of what I made.  LOL!

Then we hooked up the pups (I had to miss water class and the girls really needed an outing since most of our week was quite rainy) and went for a walk.  Jackson spied a hummingbird, some leftover prickly pears, a few bunnies and lots of neighbors who were also enjoying the sunny, warm and dry morning.

Once the girls were tired, we packed up a snack for Jackson and some water and went to the "big" park.  Honestly, I was expecting a lot of kids there since there wasn't school, but except for a few minutes we had the whole play area to ourselves.

We spent most of our time on the teeter totter.  Jackson loves the teeter totter.  After about 25 minutes, grandma was feeling a tad bit green and having a silent wish that her skeletal system weren't quite so precarious.  After eating some snack we went back to the house.

The day before we had gone to the dollar store when Jackson picked out some big chalks for Bryce, a motorcycle toy for himself and a bag of brownie mix for us to make together on our special day.  This was our special day and with very little help from me, Jackson made the batter.  While I slipped the pan into the oven.

It's very hard to be 5 and have to wait for the brownies to bake and then another hour to have them cool down enough to frost them.  But we did it.  We read several books, practiced some sight words and even tried to put together one of his cousins super hero jigsaw puzzles.

At last the brownies could be frosted!  Jackson did a great job and enjoyed eating his masterpiece!

By then, we were both in need a rest (grandma more so than Jackson).  We watched The Greatest Showman and cuddled with the fur babies.

Before we knew it Mom and Bryce arrived and it was time for Jackson to join his nuclear family and go to the gym.

I sent him home with most of his creation to share with his sister.  (Mom and Dad are in training for an event)  It was a wonderful day and a blessing!

Tuesday, October 02, 2018


Lake New River

Looks as though the bubble in our area has burst and we've actually got rain.

Monday, October 01, 2018


Aidan's Growing Up  

Dylan's Growing Up

Sunday, September 30, 2018


Sunday is for Snoozing

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