My site counter just went over 45,000. I realize there are lots of blogs that get 45,000 in an hour or less, but I bet there aren't many with a running blog for 15 years. So if you are just browsing along here, you won't run out of posts to read very soon. Whether what I write is fun or even OK, give it a trial. My therapist says this isn't a blog but (jokingly) a memoir. I re-read them myself, and sometimes correct or add to them too.
Why do I have so much time to devote to this? Well, back in June of 2017 I made one of the stupidest decisions of my life; I decided to have my knee replaced because it was so painful, I couldn't even completely go around the grocery store without medicating beforehand. I went home after a week in rehab, and that first night I fell, getting tangled in the wheelchair pedals, and ripped several stitches inside my knee. So back to the ED to get surgery #2. With it, I fell at least once a day, and sometimes more; the problem was that my knee buckled, and it moved forward or to one side, while the rest of me headed for the floor. I had a new physician for surgeries #4, 5, 6. But here it is 2 years later, still getting therapy twice a week, still falling (tho less than before) and still unable to walk without a walker. My current goal is to get to using just a cane, that doesn't seem so hard of an accomplishment does it? Most of the time between surgery #1 and #6 I was in the hospital getting IV antibiotics for the infection I caught. Number six placed a new knee that works pretty well. My first physician was caught in a prescription sting, and has more things to worry about than my knee. My current osteo doctor is terrific, especially having to follow another doctor's mistakes. Anyway, that is why I have so much time on my hands; I still can't climb stairs without great assistance, and am therefore relegated to the ground floor bedroom. There is just so much reading, writing, sewing, knitting, and so on, I can do, thus I also sleep a lot. No pain meds unless I am in dire pain. If you are considering a knee or other surgery, ask yourself what you will do if you need 2 years of rehab? And then think again.
Most of the above is detailed in earlier posts, but this is just a paragraph and if you find it boring you can just hop past it.
One of our old old outdoor cats has disappeared, and our guess is that she has gone somewhere private to die. She must be around 16 years old, ancient for an outdoor cat. We had made the garage a sanctuary for her and her buddy cat, cool in the summer (not too cool) and warm in the winter, as both of the outdoor cats were drop-offs, just appeared one day at feeding time. I have only touched them a few times, and no one can pick them up. We still have 4 indoor cats, all 4 pound kitties, 10 years old now. When these are gone, and so is the horse (26 now), no more pets. N used to call the horse a four-legged lawn ornament, which is pretty accurate these days.
Still no calls for C for jury duty, thankfully. No repair on the Subaru, Monday is the soonest they can work on the brake, so I extended the rental car until Monday (instead of this past Friday). The logistics of getting all three vehicles where they belong, reminds me of the fox, hen and corn puzzle.
Only more expensive.
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