Friday, March 02, 2018
ON February 23, I went in and had surgery to find the cause of the fluid drainage. Turns out a hematoma had developed in the incision, and that was the issue. They cultured everything, and found no infection, but as a precaution kept me until Monday afternoon, and gave me antibiotics. I have stitches this time, because of my allergies to so many adhesives, and they used gauze and paper tape on me. Physical therapy came and walked me a couple of times, then kicked me out when I showed them that I could do the whole 'circle' of the floor with no issues at all and without help. Occupational therapy came and visited, but found I had all the bells and whistles already, after all my surgeries, and went on to pester someone else. I've been on that floor so much in the last 4 years, that the nurses spot my name, and come by to say hello even if I am not in their charge. And this time I was in the same room that I was in, in January, when I had surgery. I came home on Monday afternoon to some happy friends, Prettyboy had been missing his laptime, and Buddyboo, is always happy to see anyone. He even got in my lap for some cuddling and a doggie nap. He prefers sleeping in dad's chair so before long he was down and waiting for dad to sit down. Today is one week post surgery, I am doing well, and hopefully in a few days, the walker will be retired, and I can use the cane until hopefully it is no longer needed. No post surgery issues at all, except dealing with getting badc to eating the way I do, after all those big meals at the hospital. It takes awhile to get my system back to what it is supposed to have.
Thursday, February 22, 2018
On January 24th, I had my 4th surgery in 4 years, and figured that was the end of it. turns out I am allergic to the bandages that they used and I had a terrible reaction. at some point, I ended up with a drainage issue, which has not gone away, dispite antibiotics. so tomorrow, I have my 5th surgery, to find what is causing the drainage, and hopefully take care of it. Other than this, I am healing in the hip well, and a lot less pain that I had before surgery, so this is a setback. I am sure after this, my healing will improve.
Monday, January 29, 2018
3 weeks ago on Saturday, we lost our nephew today we lost his mother. Evelyn was known by most as Mutt, some childhood nickname that stuck for some reason. I couldn't bring myself to call her Mutt, she was a special and Beautiful person. I knew her almost 49 years, and in that time, I cannot remember 1 cross word ever spoken between us. She was a friend, confidant, and a baby sitter on occasion, when I was in need. I tried not to ask often, and she never said no. Dear Friend, Hug David for us, when you see him, I'm sure he is asking questions, and you and Kenny will get to answer a few. Love you and miss you, but I'm hoping to see you one of these days soon.
Thursday, January 11, 2018
July 2006, we had gone to the store and bought frozen items, and our 3 year old grandson was with us. I had him in the back yard, while I was inside the shop putting items in the freezer. He started talking about a puppy, I thought he meant BuddybooWhodini our long haired Dachshund who is an escape artist. I said he better not have gotten out, where is he? JD said no Mimi, this puppy, and brought a little white and red around the side where I could see him. We went to every house in the area and no one was missing a puppy, which here, isn't too unusual, people drop them off, or did back then. Anyway he was hungry, and of course we fed him, and he stayed. He house trained in 10 days, no lie. There was only one problem, as he got older he and my smooth haired Jack Russell had a love hate relationship, Huckleberry Hound could not stand the dog that came to be known as Flash, the wonderdog part came later. You see, Huckleberry had been attacked by a Rottwieler and was deathly afraid of big dogs, and Flash grew fast and got to be pretty big. He was a mix of Lab, Pittie, and we think some Boxer mixed in somewhere. JD told me, Mimi, Flash is my dog, but he has to live with you. So for almost 12 years, he lived here. He was the most protective dog that I've ever seen. He hated the UPS and FedEx guys, they got on our property with those old trucks and came to the door. The mail carrier gave him dog biscuits, and he kind of liked her. The last carrier said he was no problem, so it was just some people he didn't care for at all. He loved food from the table, and was known to steal a biscuit or something off a plate, if you turned away. He kept us in stitches, at times, laughing at his antics. We tried to keep him up and out of the neighbors yards, but if he escaped, there wasn't a steak big enough to draw his attention from taking off down the road. Usually a couple of hours later, he would come back or I would go get him and drag him home. He was an escape artist, he would figure out how to dig under, go through, or over a fence. And of course BuddybooWhodini was right behind him, following in his footsteps, and usually he headed to the cow-lot nexd door, and came back smelling so pretty, he thought. There was no using a leash on Flash, you put it on, and he would promptly sit down, and would not move as long as that leash was attached. And collars, that was another thing he hated. We finally found an old leathr belt, and made him wear that until he managed to get it off and lose it. Nothing stayed on very long. He was a good house dog, except for stealing food, he didn't bother much. He did hate cats, and there is where he and I butted heads. I ended up raising 4 kittens on a bottle after their mother couldn't feed them. I brought the first one in at 6 days old, cold wet and hungry. The other 3 followed shortly, and they lived in my bathtub, until they were 5 or 6 weeks, then we kept 2 and I had no clue how I was going to keep Flash from killing them. But we did, he got scolded a few times, and I guess he figured out that they were staying whether they were wanted or not. He only chased them one time, and he got pitched out the front door, and never to my knowledge, did he ever bother them again. Prettyboy is a white mix between Siamese and Maine Coon, and weighs in at about 20 pounds, Flash would walk up to him, and Prettyboy would slap his nose, Flash would just whine, but he would steal the catfood every chance he got. Oh and he also stole a chocolate cake (yes I know chocolate is poison to dogs, but he did it anyway) he actually didn't eat a lot of it, it didn't have icing on it. These are just some of the antics he pulled, multiply that by almost 12 years, and it was always fun. the wonder dog part came as wonder what he is doing now. He could tell time, at about 10"00pm in the evening, he would go get BuddybooWhodini and tell him it was time to go outside and make their rounds before bedtime. We knew his time was limited, he was showing his age and just not looking like the boy he had been for so many years. He still wanted outside to make his rounds around the property, and would come back and lay in the garage until he was ready to come in for a nap. This morning when we got up, we found him in the floor beside the living room door, There ends the story of Flash, but it will never take away the memories of that goofy boy. RIP Flash, you crossed the bridge.
Monday, January 08, 2018
The same way that last year ended. Our nephew died on Saturday. Kenny was my age, and had a massive heart attack, his grandson got him out of his log truck, sitting on the scales ready to unload, but they couldn't revive him. So we start this year going to visitations and funerals. Seems as if that is where we spent most of our time last year, so I guess it is going to continue. Our weather has warmed up, and is above freezing for a few days. January and February are usually our months to dread. Arkansans are not used to cold temps. I will be having surgery, again, at the end of the month. I had hip replacement in January 2014, and the cup that the ball works in, has come loose. I told my doctor that my son in law said he had some glue that would hold it. And as a joke, I'm taking some 3 inch stainless steel screws to the hospital and tell him if he needs to, he can use those to hold it in place. Can you tell I really like my doctor. He hs replaced both my knees and this hip, but the failure is not something he did so we will meet again in the operating room in a few days.
Thursday, December 28, 2017
We had our christmas, it was nice, the grandkids all enjoyed their gifts. One got a gun, one wanted a monitor holder for 3 monitors, and the other wanted a ukulele. Our Dirty Santa had not dirty gifts this year, all were good ones, and we had a great time stealing others gifts. We had decided with all that we had been doing, with dinners and whatever, that we would do something simple, so we had ham and cheese sliders, chip and dip and of course Mac and Cheese, homemade, because we can't have a get together without the kids ordering that. The one who got the gun came by and had grandpa put him up a target to try it out, since he lives in town, had to come out to the country. The other two, one spent 3 hrs putting the monitor holder together, and the other one held her ukulele and grinned from ear to ear. I hear she has been practicing every day and is learning. Now for us, the old couple in this story. We have been needing new floors in the kitchen and hallway for several years. Before Thanksgiving he ripped out the old floors, down to the subfloor, and started laying plywood and cement board getting ready to lay down tile. He and older grandson have most of the tile down in the kitchen, and it is going to look nice and clean when it is finished. The old floor was at least 23 years old and was really showing it's age. Me, I've been having what I thought was a pinched nerve in my back for about 8 months, and it just kept getting worse. I was sent to a back surgeon on Dec 19th, and it turns out that it wasn't my back after all, it was my left hip. I have had an artificial hip for 4 years, and a part of it had rotated, no one has a clue how it happened. They called in a specialist, and he said it was dangerous to walk on it, without support, and a wheelchair was even better. He scheduled my surgery for Jan 2nd...there is where things started going wrong. Between Dec 19th and Jan 2nd, there are not a lot of days to get the things done they wanted done. I needed to see a dentist, and there is the 2nd mistake that I made. I figured one of these chain ones would be able to get me in faster, so I made an appointment for Thursday the 21st. Just say that I won't ever go back there, and the name of it starts with a mon and the end of it is ark. No that isn't how it is spelled, but you get my drift. The dentist wanted a bribe to fill out the paperwork, I needed over $1800 in work by her estimation before she will fill out the papers. I didn't agree, so she sabatoged my surgery. I was told it was cancelled by the nurse, so I called back and made sure, before I went to another doctor. I saw him on Wednesday, Dec 27th, he agreed with the first surgeon, they did my bloodwork, and as soon as it is cleared, I'll get a call to schedule my surgery. I doubt it will be as soon as the other one, but that is ok... Now here comes the Kicker, today my cell phone rang. It was the other surgeon's nurse, not the one who had been so snotty, his real nurse, saying he wanted to continue with the surgery. I told her too late, that I'd already seen the original surgeon, and he was doing the surgery. Hung up, phone rang again, it was the surgeon himself wanting to do the surgery, I told him what had happened with his nurse, turns out she was a sub, and didn't have authority to say what she said to me. I told him that I had already seen anothe doctor, and was no longer interested. I have a feeling whoever that nurse is, isn't happy. I'd like to have been a fly on the wall. Anyway this is the end of the year update. I'll post developments as they happen, along the way. Happy 2018 to everyone, sure hope it is an improvement over 2017.
Monday, December 25, 2017
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS, though I know that your real birthday is probably sometime in September, this is the day chosen to celebrate your perfect birth. Christmas here is a bit sad for us this year, even though we know that he is with you, we miss David a lot. Sometimes when the phone rings, my first thought is that's David and when our dinner time rolls around, we'll miss him more, because he always enjoyed getting together and having a meal. And when time for our Dirty Santa gift sharing, he was always funny. I know there are a lot of other families missing a member this year, in fact, many that I know personally. To all those families that are 'celebrating' this first, our prayers are with you. Merry Christmas.