12/11/2023:
Everything was fine until I got careless.
My second son and I had been out to dinner.
He was dropping me off at my apartment.
I turned to wave goodnight to him
catching my foot in a seam in the foyer floor.
I stumbled sideways trying to catch myself
but to no avail - I fell on the hard tile.
I didn't know at first if I'd broken anything
until with my son's help I tried to get up.
Nope - that wasn't going to work at all.
Neighbors helped load me into the front seat.
My son carefully drove me to Lahey emergency
where he lifted me out and into a wheelchair.
[There's a rule says EMTs must move me - hah!]
Once inside emergency there was no problem.
Oddly my pain level never became unmanageable.
They did give me oxy-c for a few days anyway.
12/12/2023:
A partial hip replacement accomplished by noon.
Three days later to rehab with my new walker.
My other son Victor flew in from San Jose CA.
He stays with my ex and her husband 30 mins away.
Rehab done - I now stay with my son Piper nearby.
While Piper goes to work as a professional stylist
Victor drives my old car over and stays with me.
So I'm very well cared for and healing nicely.
Exercises are helping me regain my strength.
1/11/2024:
Yes - it has been an interesting month.
To top it off I may be moving to California.
Non-zero-wise, that would benefit everyone.
Hoping to be walking with a cane before long.
pip
Has anyone else noticed that they seem to be watching more people's accounts that they don't remember actually choosing to watch?
pip
In a bit less than a month I'll undergo 'delicate'
surgery involving my neck vertebrae to relieve
pressure on my spinal cord. After some 'trimming
and pruning' three vertebrae will be fused with a
titanium 'bridge'. The recovery period [neck brace]
will be about 90 days. My son is coming from CA
to stay with me for the first 2 to 3 weeks. And my
other 'newer' son lives only 25 minutes away.
The pressure had slowly increased thru the years
and has affected my general health. It is unavoidable.
I trust the surgeon. I'm confident [with trepidation]
in the success of this endeavor. Life happens. pip
BrittanniaRain, Joy, an old friend from circa 2009 is gone. Her friend, Bill, advised me she spoke of her affection for dA often. She was a fascinating poet.
If you'd like to acknowledge her passing, address a note to her account. Bill is very bereft and is monitoring her page.
One of Rain's later poems:
So long, Rain. pip