Everything but the teeth

I'm doing so much better. I even drove myself to the dentist. And if you had a facebook page, you would know that when I went to get my new partial (I lost my old one sometime during my recovery), instead of fitting my partial, and me walking out young and beautiful, it was only the metal part. The teeth were still at the lab. Soooo, in about one more week, I'll be all set. But yesterday I walked out, instead, old and ugly! I'm sure the woman said what was going to happen when she called me to set up the appointment, but I was so excited, I heard just what I wanted to.

Funny Story

When I say "funny", I mean funny in 5 to 10 years when I retell it. Right now it's just pretty embarrassing.

ANYway, sometime in the "calm", "restful", time after the second surgery, my upper partial got lost. Yes, I said upper partial got lost. How, you ask. Did you leave it at the hospital? That would be less embarrassing, but no. I didn't take it with me to the hospital the second time. It got lost here at home. I have searched, Jimmy has searched, the girls have searched, but nothing. It was ok when I was stuck in bed, or at least confined to the house. But when I started venturing out in public, it wasn't "cool".

Well, you might say, go get a new one. The problem was that I couldn't sit for very long. Good news, tho. Last week I went in for the impressions, and now I'm just waiting for them to call.

Poor me and Ann (the woman who cut my hair this morning), they didn't get here in time. We had to look at me for 30 minutes in that big honking mirror while I tried not to smile too big. Of course, everything that was said was funny!

Bottom line...if you see me "wobbling" out in public, don't say anything funny. Or if you do, be prepared to think I'm going to a taping of the Jerry Springer Show!

Farm Town

My two youngest grandsons, Jake 9 and Nick 6, have just discovered Farm Town on facebook. I think my youngest granddaughter, Julia 11, introduced them.

I had had some farms a while back to give me something to do when I was spending so much time in bed. But lately I haven't been "tending" them. When Julia started hers, I decided I would get back to mine,so I could send her gifts. If you don't know anything about Farm Town, don't worry. It's just a interactive farm that you can run on facebook. It's fun, tho, especially if there are children in your life that like it.

ANYway, last night Jake was here until 10:30 waiting for his grapes to be ready to harvest. He could have harvested them at home, but he wanted to do it here. It was so much fun watching him check every five minutes or so to see of they were ready and checking how much money he was going to make. I guess I need to mention that he lives 1/2 block from me, so it wasn't a big deal that he was here so late.

I love grandkids!!!!

Wipeout

Last night HJ and family, and Jimmy and I went to Pen's for dinner. Rocky made a delicious lasagna, and Darrell (who had to finish up some work and couldn't be there) made some of his famous ciabatta bread. How we all managed to waddle down to our house to watch "Wipeout", I'll never know, but watch we did.

Now, before anyone gets all judgemental on us, watch one episode with family or friends. I'm not sure why it's so funny to watch adults getting hit in the head with rubber things, bouncing off of rubber things, or hanging on to rubber things, but it is. And a good laugh with family is good for the soul.

Back from the "dead"

Ok, Ok, Ok...I didn't really die, but there were times...

Since my last entry I have gone through two back surgeries, neither of which were major (according to the surgeon). Let me just say that if I put two sets of screws and a cage in his spine, and 4 weeks later put in four more screws to mend a stress fracture (all without anaesthesia) he would consider it major! I'm just kidding about the anaesthesia, but still.

I'm 2 1/2 months out from the second surgery, and I'm to the point of walking without any aids (walker, people's arms, walls, etc). One of my loving daughters said my gait was "Weebles wobble, but they don't fall down" lol But I'm getting better.

I have to get a little mushy here...If it weren't for my wonderful husband, our three wonderful daughters, and their wonderful families (did I mention they're all wonderful?), I would not be sitting here. Speaking of sitting, the picture is of the grandkiddos and me on Father's Day. It was the first time I was able to sit up for any length of time.

Talk to you later.

PS

I have to add a ps to the last blog...

One of the things (I'm just going to call them doctor and nurse from now on. I'm not dizzy anymore, and I can watch tv, play computer games, and walk around without holding on to the wall) the doctor and nurse both emphasized was to drink plenty of water to rehydrate my brain and to FLUSH THE DYE FROM MY BODY. They said to drink plenty of water until MY URINE WAS CLEAR. I was so worried about that that I drank over 20 oz of water during the first hour home. That might not seem like much to a regular "water drinker", but to me it was, "try not to throw up from drinking so much water" seriously.

Well, every time I went to the bathroom, I would check my urine...clear, clear, clear. I was worried. I kept waiting to see some color in the toilet. I didn't know what color the dye was, but I was sure you would be able to see it. Finally about 4 o'clock I called the nurse. In a very patient, but amused voice, she said, "Ms. Causey, the dye is colorless. We meant we wanted your urine to be clear not ...wait for it....yellow from lack hydration".

To make matters worse, my formally beloved husband said, "I didn't know you were waiting to see the dye".

That's it. I'm over the test. Life goes on!

The Joys of a Myelogram

A Myelogram, for anyone who doesn't know is:

Myelogram - an ancient torture device brought back to the 21st century to make us appreciate that torture is illegal (unless you happen to find Gitmo).

Actually, it's a test to check spinal blockage by injecting dye into your spine and then taking pictures of it. I got to do this yesterday. The doctor was kinda cute, used a tiny needle and was kind. He could afford to be kind because he had Nurse Ratchet (sp? It's Ratched, I just looked it up) to do the dirty work. She was very pretty, had a sweet little voice, and was the master of pain, well, not so much pain, I guess. I'll let you be the judge.

The doctor injected the dye and left the room, and with her sweet little voice, Nurse Ratchet said, "Ms. Causey, I need you to make three 360 degree turns on this "bed" (it was a platform about three feet wide) so the dye can get sloshed around. If I had known then what I know now, I would have said, "Just stick a chopstick in there and stir it around." Ahh, hindsight.

Now if anyone out there knows me (my daughter, my sister, my niece), you know that I get dizzy at the drop of the proverbial hat. People, it was the last time I walked alone yesterday. I slept with a wet towel pressed to my forehead. I don't know why that helps. Don't misunderstand me, I can lie in the bed all day with the best of them, playing games on my computer, watching TV, eating whatever Jimmy brings me, BUT I couldn't play games, watch TV, or eat! Everything made me dizzy. I STILL can't watch TV or play games. What the hell is that about? Yesterday I couldn't even stand to have Jimmy in the room. The only sound I could really tolerate was (get ready to impressed) a video of Pavarotti singing "Nessum Dorma". I tried a Neil Diamond and a Kid Rock, but no. The only reason I needed some noise in the room is because Maggy, our spoiled brat poodle who sleeps in my room during the day, breathes louder than Jimmy and I put together!

In closing, I don't stay in bed all day very often. Just when things refuse to work correctly.