Saturday, February 28, 2009
I had my hair done and a pedicure. Tomorrow night a shower using anti bacterial soap and Monday morning at 6AM I'll check into the hospital. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I'll be the first one on the surgery schedule. At this point I just want it done so I can began to recoup.
We have plans for March 17th. Downtown Alive to see Tab Benoit (ben wah)(Grammy winner 3 years ago) playing a free concert for the locals. Downtown Alive is every Friday night and is a music show held in the streets of the downtown area. See where it gets it's name? The streets are blocked off and the bar doors are propped open. Everyone wanders from place to place and out to the street to listen to the bands. Families are there dancing with their children. They start em early here.
In April we plan to go to Independence, Louisiana for the Italian Festival and May to Natchez, Mississippi to tour the cotton mansions.
I have the next few months planned. Goals to reach in walking to keep me motivated. I've never been one to be unmotivated when it comes to rehabilitation. I don't like to be immobile.
I plan on joining a health club and getting the strength back in my legs as soon as I get full flexion. Who knows? Maybe one day I can ski down a bunny slope or a blue diamond run. Ok, now I might just be dreaming on that one. We shall see.
I'm off to bed and some television viewing. One more.
Friday, February 27, 2009
I've been organizing around here in preparation for not being here for a few days.
I'm not much in the mood to spend any time online right now. I'll have plenty of time later. I'm going to take my laptop to the hospital with me. I don't know if I will use it or not but I'll have it in the event I have times of boredom.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
I'm also noticing all the things that need/could be done here before I go. I won't be doing any of these things after surgery; I'm trying to catch up now. I'll just have to live with what is until I can move around normally again.
My plans were to get my passport renewed. That WAS my plans until I found out what the dollar was worth against the Euro. I might have to rethink where I can go on vacation when I can walk normally again. At this time the best place is a third world country where our dollar rates even with theirs! I'm thinking somewhere with sombreros and sandals or incense and rice meals. This would not be my trip of first choice.
Updates to follow.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I cooked a large stew and hubby made some cornbread; daughter and family joined us for dinner.
Tomorrow we will go to the casino and waste a bunch of nickels in the slot machines. I'm tired and sleepy and need a hot shower. I need to have some sparkle and maybe a shower will do the job.
Fat Tuesday is the 24th and we will all go to the Cajun Dome for the festivities and food.
Alligator on a Stick, Chicken on a Stick and Flossie's Funnel Cakes; one of
Saturday, February 21, 2009
I'll go today because I want our house guests to have the Mardi Gras experience and the parades are a big part of the celebrations.
Short post but we are pressed for time here. Happy Mardi Gras to all.
Friday, February 20, 2009
This is Mardi Gras time and one tune you will hear often is the Mardi Gra Mambo song; a catchy tune that makes you want to dance in the middle of the street wearing minimal if any clothing, drink a lot and generally be a fool. I think this is my favorite time of the year just because of the music that is played.
My cell phone has different tunes assigned to the callers I have listed within. Hubby's tune that plays when he calls is the Mardi Gra Mambo. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H09xer9sVXMDaughters call tune when she is calling from her home is the LSU fight song. I don't even have to pick up the cell to know who is calling . The tune says it all.
Yesterday I was out and about in my car and I had left my cell phone at home. Of course I forgot that I didn't have it with me so when I heard the Mardi Gra Mambo song I checked my hip, then started digging in my purse for the phone. I checked under my purse, ran my hand along the floor and was engaged in all sorts of maneuvers to locate my cell. I'm frustrated now. I reach to turn off the radio and that's when I realize where the sound is coming from. It's Mardi Gras stupid..it's on the radio!
Thus far this has happened 4 times in the past week. When I have my cell with me I reach for it and hopefullly it is in it's holder on my hip, flip it open and say "hello". No response so I say louder this time "HELLO" and finally I realize I'm once again hearing the Mardi Gra Mambo on the dang radio. I'm conditioned to pick up the cell when I hear that tune. I'm one of Pavlov's dogs! If someone is in the car with me I just fake it after realizing it's the radio and not the phone and say "dropped call".
One more week and I can respond to my cell phone instead of the radio!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
As she instructed, when I get those offers I open the envelope and take out the self addressed stamped envelope they always include with the application. I stuff the application in along with any other junk mail I have here. If I thought I could mail an old empty tube of lipstick or dirty underwear I might try that too. Have I mentioned I hate to shred? I seal the envelope and mail it back to them. I'm hoping they get the message; they had to pay for that return postage and if the envelope has been stuffed with so much junk they might even have to pay extra postage. Maybe that's the reason my offerings have gotten so lean. I'm probably being watched as a subversive or person of suspicion.
Even with less applications, I still have a lot of things that need shredding; things with personal information on them. The alarmists screaming about all the fraud has me nervous so I shred. I wonder how many trees I shred in a month? Speaking of trees sorta, I've noticed that our newspaper has not only gotten thinner but more narrow too. The weekly paper here is many pages less thick and about 5 inches more narrow. Less to write about or less people buying the paper?
One day I'll walk into the grocery store and see only one selection of catsup, mustard and other food products. Generic brands on all the products and only one selection of each item will be displayed. Think of all the advertising dollars saved.
The milk should be labeled "Liquid Gold" and the carbonated drinks have shot up in price. Marketers can't raise the price on those things that are "wants" as you can get by without the "wants" so they are upping the price on those things one "needs" as in food. Food products and gasoline are the only things I see increasing in price. Sales on clothes, and other merchandise are dropping as the demand decreases. Gas in again on the rise. The refineries are cutting production.
Frugal is the new "in" thing to be these days. Soon people will be removing the designer labels out of clothes and bragging they got them from Goodwill? Ok, that might be a bit much but there may be many things "gone tomorrow" in the world as we knew it.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Lastly I washed the big car and cleaned and vacuumed out the interior and cleaned the windows. It's sprinkling rain of course so washing the exterior may have been a futile exercise. At least it smells fresh and clean inside. The Toyota has been parked in the grass for months now and I wanted to move it to the carport so it could be cleaned. Not cleaned today but soon. Of course it wouldn't start so I had to drag the jumper cables out and hook it up to the big car after pulling the big car onto the sodden grass. I thought I would see tracks deep enough to contain a small lake of water but it didn't sink ...much.
I have left it idling on the carport but if it won't start again, at least it will be easier to get to. I backed it in just in case.
Now it's time to get a quick shower and I'll make a determination after that as to IF I feel like leaving the house or going to bed for a nap. I remember when I could get a lot more done, but then of course I didn't need a nap.
It's a dreary day. That's enough of a reason to nap.
The bedroom has "stuff" on the dresser and stacked on more "stuff". It's time to start sorting Carrie's last summer's clothes and getting rid of the too small "stuff" and putting her new "stuff" in the drawers.
I woke up at 4AM, smacked the coffee pot to flow and started remedying this mess. The kitchen was first and by the time the coffee was steaming in my cup, I had the sinks and counters cleared. I have a goal today.
I'm going to get all the "stuff" cleared away even if it means pitching a bunch of it to the curb. Fresh sheets on my bed and all the laundry put away and then I'll start on my nasty car.
It's pouring the rain and I can hear thunder rumbling distantly but cleaning the inside of that car won't be affected by rain. I think Carrie and I road-daying all day yesterday and then taking her to Lydia (small town) and leaving her with her dad didn't leave much time for "stuff" organizing.
I delivered her to her Dad because I wanted to pick up a "walker" from her grandparents. I'll be needing it soon and I wanted to make sure I have it here for that time.
This really won't take long as long as I don't take breaks (count this typing as one break). I'm off to find the finish line. My reward will be playing with my Photo Shop program and starting Carrie's 4th photo album. I do one a year and end it and start another each January.
Friday, February 13, 2009
I had my doubts about doing this. I thought she may become bored and want to walk around instead of sitting in her seat. Our next time? Ice Age. I already promised her.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
All my usual tasks are on hold so I'm sitting inside with Carrie watching Tinkerbell.
I've never seen this one. I must have had a deprived childhood. I don't remember staying indoors and watching cartoons. Were Disney cartoons around when I was a child? I do remember the first time watching TV. The grandparents had a television and I can still remember seeing the sailboat on the waves.
Eventually my parents got a TV. TV in my parents home was for watching the evening news. My parents kept us too busy to sit around during the day watching TV. If we weren't busy with chores, we spent our time outdoors and in the woods.
The television memory leads me to the current day. A journey of technology with TV, cordless phones, then cell phones; typewriters to word processors to computers to internet and vinyls to 8 tracks to cassettes to CD's to Ipods; a journey I've witnessed in my lifetime. I can only imagine what the next 10 years will bring.
To close out my afternoon, Carrie came into the living room after spending only an hour for her nap. I called her over to me; she was distressed. As she got close, a sour smell wafted through the air. She had vomited; she was tearful and she needed a bath. I hate it when I get nauseated and vomit. I don't know why, but it makes me feel so defenseless. I figured she felt the same way so I held her as long as my nose could stand it, then we headed for the bathroom and a tub of water. I had to shampoo her hair and we did a fast bath. I dressed her in p.j.'s, put a movie on for her and spent the next hour holding her. She just wanted to be held.
She went home with her mother and I'm still doing linens. Maybe tomorrow we shall just have sunshine.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
On the flip side of this, Carrie takes her giggles and laughter home with her. Her spontaneous show of affection and her spinning, jumping and dance maneuvers are gone for the day. The questions she asks and the entertainment she provides goes out the door with her.
The instant she leaves I start missing her. While she is here a nap seems so important to me. A nap for me. An interrupted shower is a wish that goes unfulfilled while she is here. Then....
Anything done following her breakfast time in her high chair is done with her helping. This help will cause any chore to be increased 3 fold in the time taken to get it done. Lunch time and it's back to the high chair for Carrie. I can use this break to get beds made, floors swept and mopped and soon I hear her call out "I'm done".
2PM and nap time for Carrie. I would love to take a nap with her but usually don't. I do have to lay down with her tills she falls asleep then I sneak out of bed and have a quiet time unless something needs to be done.
4PM and Carrie is up again and ready to be entertained and entertaining till 6PM or shortly thereafter. I cannot remember what I did before Carrie started spending her days with me. I know I wasn't bored. It doesn't really matter though. Soon enough she will be going to school. Soon enough she will find friends she would rather spend her time with. Soon enough she will be grown. Now is her time for us.
The phone started blaring so I put away the thought of catching a few hours of sofa sleep time.
Ted wanted to know if I wanted to take him to Burger King for breakfast. I declined as politely as I could seeing that I was less then happy to hear the phone ringing.
Once again, I position my pillow, arrange my blanket and find my comfortable position and again the phone rings.
What's up with this? My phone doesn't ring this often in a whole week. Now it's a brother calling. We talk for a while and I'm seeing daylight flood my living room. Enough already. I'm up. I'm going to be dragged out and sleepy by 11:00AM but I guess this is it for sleep for me today.
Maybe I'll turn on the depressing national news. I'm looking for an unStimulus moment. That should do it!
Monday, February 9, 2009
I'll get it done but it won't be soon. I have 20 days remaining. 20 days till I voluntarily enter into an agreement with my surgeon to be incapacitated for the next 3 months. I'll be able to walk but it will be measured in steps. Steps that will eventually lead to a few minutes to hours of walking. I keep telling myself "one year from today you will be all ambulatory once again".
I find myself focusing on people walking with that springy bounce to their step; I watch them spin to turn and crouch down and sit on their heels. I see them run to catch a bus, dash to get out of the rain and skip up stairs. I'll admit it. I'm envious of their ability to do these things. I remember when I could do these things.
That is my goal. This time next year..this time next year..this time next year.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
The outdoor tables were filled with others feeling the need to be fed and frolicked by the weather. Too soon it will be too hot to enjoy an outdoor table but right now it's a perfect place to be.
This was our first visit to this new eatery and the food was great. We had burgers and fries and hotdogs. I know. You are wondering how those foods could warrant a mention. It's the bread. It's not the typical bread beneath that burger and that hotdog.
It's a crusty french bread from one of the local bakeries and the bakeries here are awesome. My hamburger was on a square bun; husband's hotdog was more like a sausage then the typical hotdog. It was a Nathan's hotdog with some great chili, onions and cheese and the bakery hotdog bun crunchy and all goodness. Beers were "two for one all day everyday" which was happiness all over husband. I had my usual water with lemon and we both enjoyed our long drawn out as possible lunch. We were in no hurry to be anywhere. We kept that pace all day.
Today was a rest day. Today was a lazy Sunday.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
I thought I would have to make two trips but after checking my 'crit, they were able to draw both units. Interview over, all paperwork completed and I was escorted to a recliner to wait for the lab lady to start. She ties off my upper arm with a blood pressure cuff and inflates it. Spotting a vein, she zeroes in with a 17gauge needle that looked like a garden hose. Ok, I'm a coward. Needles are not my friend.
Oh, you might say "but you're a nurse". My answer to that is "I'll do the sticking. I like it better when I'm the sticker and not the stickee". I grimace, gasp and tense up. Then I feel like a fool. It's barely noticeable when the needle goes in. It's my imagination that hurts the most. All that anticipation is wasted on something barely felt.
I watch as the blood is drawn out and into the tubing and disappears into the centrifuge. It's spun down in the centrifuge and separated from the platelets and plasma. The platelet/plasma bag begins to fill with an off white liquid. My platelets/plasma is being saved. Soon the cuff deflates and I know it's time to start receiving the plasma and platelets back. One down, one to go. The whole process is repeated again. I can taste a chemical taste in the back of my throat.
I've sat and watched at least 2 other donors take their seats and get hooked up to donate a unit of blood. I watch as they finish and get up and leave. I feel a whine coming on. The first donor gets up and leaves and another arrives. I'm still sitting there watching. Finally I said "Why is she done already", and as I say this I realize I sound like someone sitting at Denny's and noticing that customers arriving after you have been seated and are getting their order of food before you.
I'm not only getting more units pulled; I'm also donating packed red blood cells only. I am getting back the plasma and platelets. Silly me! I know this but the whine was out before I could stop my mouth it's wayward unruly irrational whine.
All in all, it wasn't that much time. It had to be done and now it is. One more step closer. One more step to the time when I'll be able to take many steps without the use of my walking stick.
Maybe Dwyers tomorrow!
The weather is cooperating for a day spent outside. Maybe lunch at my favorite outdoor table at Dwyers. Dwyers is a "for locals" place. It's been in business for many many years and all the locals know about it. It misses a lot of the tourists but that has never hurt their business. They serve blue plate specials of the local fare. It's either smothered or fricassed. Bread pudding is usually on the menu and rice and lots of it is served with your smothered or fricassed whatever meat they are serving that day.
I'm outta here to enjoy my unexpected freedom day!
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Let's declare a "holiday free" year. Wait. I think that has been decided already by the majority; the recently unemployed that are quickly becoming the majority.
The economy is so bad you can't even joke about it. Jokes' on who?
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Carrie manned the bowl and mixer and I was in control of the measuring cup and ingredients. We browsed through the pantry to see what we had on hand. Yellow cake mix, maraschino cherries, brown sugar, crushed pineapple and pecans dictated we make a pineapple upside down cake. I love pineapple upside down cake which is probably why I had all the ingredients to make one. I don't do "from scratch" cakes. I don't wear heels and pearls when I bake either. I am not June Cleaver. Poor June. It must have taken her half a day to get all dressed up to just stay at home and cook and clean. By the time I get Carrie's hair brushed and then mine half the day is gone. Nix on the heels and pearls.
This time I added some pecans to the layered brown sugar and pineapple and cherries in the bottom of the pan. I debated on adding shredded coconut, chocolate chips and marshmallows. I like all these things but I realized I was getting out of control and stopped myself. The only extra we added was the pecans.
We now have the cake doing its rising in the oven and in approximately 35 minutes we will be viewing our creation. Since I like warm cake, we won't have to wait for it to cool. My sweet tooth is calling out to me. I'm going to answer it soon!
It's cold here so we are staying in today. This was not meant to be a post. It's experimenting.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
This visit was with the P.A. to get consents signed and confidentiality agreement signed. I had a few questions for him about ligaments; do they tighten them during the surgery? My other concern was the length of the leg after surgery. The ligaments will be restored to natural control and the leg will be restored to same length. I know this might sound like a ignorant question but I have seen patients that awake to find they have a permanent limp. My last question was because of the hardware already in my knee; what's my chances of developing a raging infection. He said they do about 600 knees a year and 1% have problems with infection. I hope that 1% has been achieved before my time to go in.
The surgery he said will be an hour long skin to skin which means from the time he starts the surgery and closes; the time in holding and post op of course will add extra hours to the time I'm out of my room and back. So far so good.
Next stop was to a building about 4 blocks away that is part of the hospital. The usual insurance information which took longer then any of the Pre Op tests. Blood work, x rays and cardiac rhythm strip and I was on my way to the Blood Bank to get a unit pulled and banked. I took a left instead and went home. Enough for one day!
I'll go have the blood pulled later this week. I have a month to get it done. I'll save some of this fun for another day. I'll have to make 2 visits to the Blood Bank as they can only pull one unit a week and I need a total of 2 units banked before the surgery.
I'll have a morphine pump for 2 days following surgery. I can't began to tell you how happy that makes me. Morphine makes me itch and vomit; it also makes me pain free so I'll tolerate the itching and vomiting quite well thank you very much!
This is the third time on this knee; hopefully the last time too. I haven't started whining yet but I have a month to get in the "whine mode". I'll be listening close to my tone of voice for the next 30 days. I'll let you know if I hear any whining.
Monday, February 2, 2009
About 11PM we all go to bed and by 2AM she had awoke and crawled into our bed. Since she snores so loud, hubby leaves the bed for the sofa. Hopefully the snoring problem will be fixed soon when she has her tonsils out.
I got up at 4:30AM and soon afterwards Carrie is standing at my elbow while I'm sitting at the computer. I gathered her up and took her back to bed. When she is at home she sleeps till 10AM; I have no clue why that does not work that way at my house. I thought I would have hours of quiet time before I saw Carrie but that was not to be. She didn't go back to sleep so I moved her to the sofa and the TV while I tried to get some early morning chores done.
I have been on my feet all day. My feet don't bother me; it's that next joint up that causes the problems. Today it seems that Carrie needs more then her ordinary amount of attention so I've been busy. Around noon she calls her Poppy to go into the bathroom while telling me to stay out. I know this is a bad sign.
She had somehow managed to stop the natural flowing of the toilet. Another job to do. After I plunged the damn toilet, I had to remove the rugs and sop up a small lake of water.
Her new thing is to ask "why?" after everything I say. I give an explanation and she still asks "why"? This can go on forever. I now give her one explanation and when that inevitable "why?" comes up, I respond with "because I said so" and remembering all the times my parents response being the same thing and finally understanding "why".
Right now I have her in her high chair watching Noggin and having her lunch and our next stop will be the bedroom for a nap I know she needs and it doesn't matter what she thinks. It's "cause I said so" and I need her napping while I sit down for a few hours. I might even lay down for a few hours myself!
I still have a list of things I needed to get done today; I need a nap more. Goodnight!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Sometimes I watch the Sunday games and sometimes I take time out and go shopping but usually I always watch the Super Bowl. It's an American Tradition that is right up there with Christmas. It's always capitalized. Doesn't that indicate it's importance? It happens every year and every year millions of Americans plant themselves in front of the big screen either at home, with friends or in some sports bar some where.
Some are excited about the game and some watch it for the commercials. The commercials get as much after game air time reviews as the games. I mainly show up for the buffalo wings and the margaritas. I've never developed a taste for beer.
For hours today the sports casters will fill the air waves with commentary about the players, the coaches and the prior games leading up to today. The game doesn't start till late today but the whole day will be devoted to it.
I'll devote a few hours to watching the game and skip the all day reviews and that's my plans for this Sunday.
I'm a chronic worrier. I wish I were the type that could just sit back and have the attitude of "what will be will be", but I've always been one that has tried to anticipate and be prepared. Some things are out of one's control; the economy is one of these things. I live in Catholic saturated country. I hear people in times of crisis say they survived by putting things in God's hands. Their faith pulled them through. I say that is selective memory. What about those times when the crisis did not have a positive outcome. They don't remember these times? Where do they place the blame? Did they not pray hard enough. Do they blame themselves for not being devout enough?
The guilt must be horrendous.
Just maybe learning to give up regardless of what or who you assign your worries to, is a survival techique.
Hopefully, I'll be able to revisit this post one year from now and post once again a comparison of February One 2009 and February One 2010, God willing. (Grinning)