Last Oct. I fell on my right shoulder and went to the doctor who x-rayed my shoulder and announced I should have surgery due to a damaged rotater cup. Since I could not afford that he told me to do some exercises and if it didn’t heal up he would send to Therapy. Well, to day was the first of 4 sessions. If I show improvement then it is a torn ligament, if not it is a torn rotater, in which case they can’t correct or fix it without surgery (which I can’t afford!). We will know next week one way or the other. Cheers!
It is called the PRACTICE of medicine for a reason. We are the guinea pigs for their trying to “cure the world” of all its ailments. My husband was tentatively diagnosed with something called Parvo B18. He was given Pregnizone to help. It helped all right and two weeks after he was off it, the pain returned. Instead of renewing the meds the doc. had him wait in pain for two weeks while he ran another battery of tests. When he got up this AM, his right hand was swollen twice the size of his lift hand which was also swelling. Guess what! He’s back on pregnizone and has an appointment with a specialist for Rheumatoid Arthritis.
For my part I was told I will need shoulder surgery and possible knee surgery from the spill I took off my porch! One good thing in the last three visits went from 165 lbs. to 158 lbs. to 154 lbs. Just another eventful day in my life in the Dakotas.
When I find my actual camera, and figure out where the rest of the pix went to I will include those as well.
The fist two are of the work areas of my shop. The other two are taken from the shop’s porch. I took more, but for some reason I can’t find them to download onto here.
This morning I made a decision, one I kind of made last night, that no matter who doesn’t like it, I am going to live my life. Not on the terms of others who think I am kind of nuts, nor of those who think I am well and am putting up a fake front. I know my body and what I can’t take when it comes to medication and I know that I don’t like my life spread around for all to take in. I am not a people person, of that I really know. Sure I am loving and caring, but to that industry I can not go. So I have decided that a hermit’s life if for me (at least 300 days of the year) so I can work the way I want, with no more controlling people or piers.
My hubster came back from Michigan last week and promptly ended up in the hospital for a couple of days. Still don’t know what caused the pain, but it is an off again on again thing that the doc. can’t seem to pin down. After he got home we had two days of “lovie dovie” and now it is “We need to pair down and clean things out!” Today, however, he went with his narcissistic friend for the day to N. Dakota. I can heave a sigh of relief so I can do what I want to do, not what he demands. This includes some meditation and relaxation. HAZZAH!!!!! Just not looking forward to his coming home with his friends ideas filling his head and personality.
I have just gotten off the phone from my hubster. He has been wanting to come home ever since his childhood friend asked him to come out. Now they are finally getting ready to come home … sort of.
My husband is fastidious when it comes to cleaning and getting things done right. On the first his friend is far worse about that. Neither like a dirty place nor a cluttered one. HOWEVER, his friend was suppose to finish the kitchen floor seven years ago, when hubby arrived it was still in the same state as he left it seven years ago. This guy is an engineer an instead of measuring twice and getting it done he is constantly measuring and changing things. They were suppose to leave yesterday and then this morning to come home. My husband said that the guy not only is not packed but he hasn’t showered after cleaning the house (again!) Now being clean is a good thing, but this is ridiculous. I have a feeling they won’t be leaving until tomorrow, if then … I wish him luck!
Just finished my last full day at the summer job and as I was leaving the parking lot I sang the celebration song. 67 people and 90% of that streaming through the museum during the last couple hours. By the time I got home I was wrung out and shaking. I still have to go back on Tues to help lock up, but there will only be the workers, no customers filing through.
Now on Weds. I start working on the baskets for 3 hours a day. It will be a relief to have my alone time again. My goal is 5 baskets by December. More if it works out.