Thursday, April 25, 2019

Updates

We are still missing Clyde terribly.  When I come into the den in the mornings, I always look to the couch to see him.  We went to the SSB last week.  When we went through Austin and got to the place where I heard (without realizing what it was) his last breath - a wave of sorry went through me.  Every night when it was time for his last outside time, I would think of him.  I would think of him running free with those ears flopping when I would go outside.  Time will heal us more, but it is painful.

I was reading on one of the many Boxer lover sites that someone lost their fur baby the same way we lost Clyde.  He just dropped dead.  For their baby, it was an arrhythmia, which I surmise was what happened to Clyde.  Boxers are disposed to heart problems, and our baby had been heart-worm positive when we adopted him.  He was probably 8 which is getting up there and I am sure his heart was weakened.

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I poked fun at G for having a cold.  Well - I got it the next day.  AND I STILL have the remains of it.  I am so careful when around people with upper respiratory infections because once I get one, it lingers.  I still have drainage and cough. Hope that wasn't TMI, but this has been my life. 

I did tell G the next time someone comes to church, sits behind me and coughs constantly, I am moving.  This is my second time to have this happen.

This did motivate me to find a PCP though.  I have been lazy about it.  I absolutely hate the one that I have seen before.  They order blood tests several times a year - even my oncologist and cardiologists don't do that.  They order tests that are not needed.  I need someone else.  I won't go to one of the specialists with a cold.  It DID help G though - I guess.  His mess lasted a week while mine has lingered.

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I saw the orthopedists a couple of weeks ago.  He is more than pleased with my progress, and basically said I could do what I please with the shoulder.  My range of movement is great, and mostly all pain is gone. 

When I went to PT, I had an intern with the therapist who massaged the shoulder.  I believe she "tweaked" the nerve a bit because I have some pain that had gone away.  But overall, things are going well.

The surgeon ordered six more weeks of PT.  I was ok with that.  The therapist said he didn't believe I needed it.  So - I am not going to go back.  I don't think I need it either.  Especially if I do what is basically stretching here at home, I am good.  The strength is good.  I helped G load a lawnmower at the SSB, and it was easy - so ...  Plus I will save over $60.

And you are caught up on my exciting life.  Just a lot of nothings!

Thursday, April 04, 2019

I am here.

It has taken me a while to not be so teary-eyed when I think of Clyde.  I am not feeling so totally incompetent as a pet owner not seeing anything that could have caused the sudden death.  I know Boxers are prone to catastrophic heart problems that suddenly present themselves.  But, that said, I still miss that sweet face terribly.

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I am recovering quite well from the partial shoulder replacement.  Physical Therapy is working wonders and my flexibility is improving a lot.  I went through a rough place when I was afraid that I had used the arm too much and damaged the tendon that is attached to the shoulder from the bicep.  But after Tuesday's PT, I feel so much better.

I see the surgeon next Friday for my six-week return.  I think that will be good.

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 Yesterday I saw a meme on FB that I wish I had copied and saved because it is so true today (and yesterday for that matter).  It said that women in labor experience pains that come close to a man with a cold.  Well, G has a pure and simple cold.

I KNEW we would  probably get a cold this week because the woman who sat behind us coughed the entire service.  Turns out she is the Pastor's mother, but regardless she coughed the ENTIRE service.

Yesterday, G moped around, barely speaking in an audible voice, complaining of a sore throat.  I told him mine was a little scratchy too, but you would have thought he was absolutely going to die!

I had a follow-up with the new Oncologist (since mine for the past 11 years finally pulled the plug).  I told the poor dying man I would drive myself - against surgeon's orders.  In the meantime, he made a doctor's appointment.  For a sore throat?? For the first hours?  Yes - he had a cough, but that was because that was the way he handled the sore throat and probably mild drainage.  I would have thought he would simply go to the drugstore to get some cough syrup, antihistamines or the like, and some type of pain reliever (since he now has to take blood thinners due to the DVT from last year).

I think he was disappointed it wasn't the flu.  And he is still wandering about like he is a dead man.

I, on the other hand, went about my normal routine - taking Advil and cough drops,

He wants to have back surgery - fusing two vertebrae.  First of all - I will have knees replaced, shoulders replaced, but I will NOT have back surgery.  That scares me.  There are too many nerves there.  And secondly, if a cold sends him into preparing for death - I don't want to have to deal with this surgery.  It will take explosives to get him out of the hospital.

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So with that - enough said.  Hope your life is going smoothly!  Mine is getting better all the time.

Thursday, March 14, 2019

Change in direction

I had been hatching a different post - one about this and that, but all that changed yesterday in a horrible way.

On the way to the SSB to spend spring break with my son, his family, and one of his friends and family - we had a disaster that I don't even want to happen again - and it won't.

We were over half way here when the truck was filled with a foul odor.  Then came what sounded like a loud fart.  I really thought it to be the cat in his carrier because he moaned when I was loading him at home.  And it was about his usual litter box time.

We stopped for lunch, and I didn't turn around to check on either animal.  And we proceeded on.

What we smelled was his body relaxing and letting go - what we heard was his last breath.

We got here.  G went to open the door and I turned around.  Clyde was still laying in his favorite sleeping pose.  That wasn't normal.  I tried to rouse him.  He didn't respond.

G asked if I were getting the dog and I replied "I think he is dead."  By that time I had gotten the door open.  I touched him, and he was cold.  I shook him - no response.  I slapped his haunches - no response.

Our fur baby died on the way.

We have such huge holes in our hearts.  We were dreaming of him being able to run free because it is still cool and there is little worry of snakes.  I knew this would be such a great time for him - five more adults and five children to love on him.  I didn't know there would be three other dogs for him to play with, but there are.

But today, he is in the freezer at the vet's office waiting for cremation.  We love you sweet boy.  Rest in peace.  And I hope you found the others on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge and they are showing you around.

Here is Clyde - on the right with his two "girl friends" Angelica and Princess (my daughter's babies}at the ranch who are on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge and hopefully they are reunited running and playing.

Friday, March 08, 2019

Easier than I expected

My surgery was on the 26th.  Needless to say I was nervous.  That was really a wasted energy!

We did stay in a hotel near the hospital since the hospital is about an hour from home.  I didn't sleep well at all.  The mattress was far from my wonderful one, I was either too hot or too cold, and I was afraid I would oversleep!

Orders said to shower with the antiseptic soap the night before and the morning of surgery.  That was some nasty stuff.  But I followed those orders.

The morning of surgery was something.  In Pre-op, they wouldn't put the IV in my right arm because I have had a mastectomy and have been able to avoid lymphedema for these eleven years.  SO it was the foot since the left was the topic of the day!

They nurse said the veins there were great.  But they weren't.  IV's in the foot are painful.  As she tried to hit the vein, it "rolled."  After about what seemed like a life time, she left and came back with xylocane.  It was then to go to the other foot, but with the numbing, if wasn't too bad.  It took several tried, but finally success.

After that wonderful experience, what was going to seem like a long wait of two hours was over and I was wheeled into surgery.

To cut to the chase, my surgeon had called for a nerve block.  It. Was. A Great. Thing!  My granddaughter used the same surgeon and had the nerve block also.  We laughed about how you think you can lift that arm, but it doesn't move - but there was no pain either.

I am now a week and a half out.  I have begun PT.  The mobility is getting better and better each day.  I can use this hand to type - which I couldn't last week.  I still want to use this hand to lift, but immediately get the message not to do that - a cramp in the bicept.   But all in all - no real pain any longer - and if there is, it isn't as bad as before surgery.  Increased movement.  I am amazed.

And as usual - I am wondering WHY I waited so long.  I just wish I could drive myself places.

Monday, February 25, 2019

D day or should I say S day

Almost here.  Tomorrow I have the partial shoulder reconstruction.

I was able to read the results of the MRI.  There are fragments in that shoulder that are about 1/2 inch in measure.  No wonder the pain is so bad at times.

Needless to say, I am worried - not so much about the surgery, although with anesthesia ...

I am really worried about the rehab.  I am worried about the pain after.  But I also trust this surgeon.  He did Katie's shoulder and another friend.  I just know this is a painful recovery. 

But I know (hope?) it will all be worth it.

Saturday, February 09, 2019

Sigh

My new computer and Blogger do not get along.  Of course, I can't do things the easy way.  Years ago, when I was hoping for a home-based business to add to my (pathetic) retirement, I started a blog to help with it.  Well, the business didn't go anywhere and the blog had sat for years. 

So what does a new computer have to do with it?  Its Windows10 is just a scooch different from the last version, and I guess all the little synapses inside work a little differently.  When I go to blogger - it takes me to that blog.  And being so incredibly proficient these days (since I have been out or really using the internet) I find myself lost.

So today I thought the answer to that problem was to delete the second blog.  So I did.  And that didn't solve the problem - at all.  I am still directed to that one - even though it is gone.  Well as much as anything in this cyber world is ever gone.

SO if I don't respond to your comments nor comment on your blog - it is because my brain is still in 2001 technology!
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In other news, I am getting ready for ANOTHER surgery.  I got what is actually a second opinion even though I went to this orthopedist hoping for something else - like not surgery.

I am going to have a partial shoulder replacement later this month.  The pain has gotten to the point it will not allow me to sleep.  And with all the hubbub about pain pills even if I wanted to go that route, it is so difficult.  And I have been down that road before when I went to the quack pain doctor who was just a front for pill pusher.

This is the orthopedist who did the surgery on my granddaughter as well as one of my fellow church members and his (nurse) son.  They wouldn't go anywhere else.  My love of an orthopedist has been dead several years now, so I have been looking for someone who is well loved by his patients.  Hopefully, I have found him.

I never thought I would be beset with this much arthritis.  I guess I have never outgrown my childish feelings that I was invincible.  I used to think I wouldn't ever die too!  The way I see it if I have the nine lives of a cat - I have definitely used four of them - probably more that I am not aware of!

So once again - surgery on the 26th.  At least my blood work is back to normal after the removal of that cyst that was causing kidney problems by pushing on the ureter!

Friday, January 04, 2019

It was COLD


We did spend the last week in South Texas - South Padre Island on a family vacation.  It. Was. Cold.  South Texas is supposed to be warm - it wasn't.

Now I know to many the temps were not bad - they were spring/fall like, but when you go to the beach in South Texas - it is supposed to be warm.

But the house we rented was warm and cozy, and we had a great time.  I am in the process of gathering the photos we took to make into "books" for the family.

We are marking a new chapter in our family life.  We are not adding out additional children (the in-laws), we are not adding new children, we are beginning to see those children (the grandchildren) leave the nest.  Katie will, as I have said before, be leaving us in September for Marist College in New York.  That's a LONG way.  So we celebrated this change.

It all went very well.  Here is the first installment of pictures from this trip. As you can see by our outerwear - it was really chilly.  The winds from the Gulf didn't help things one little bit.

This was the only time we went "out" for something to eat.  It was a brewery on the island - with pretty good food as well!
The family (minus us old people) at midnight on New Year's Eve.  Not a good picture, but it was foggy and COLD