I’m not sure when this will actually get posted. At the moment it is Tuesday night and I’m tired (as usual). Mum has managed to make it without a trip to the hospital. Although, I’m still living on the edge of a 911 call. People tell me she needs to drink more water, but that doesn’t always help. She’s not eating much. Lately, most of her dinners get tossed out or put in the fridge for later. Then, she tells me she needs more protein to help keep her weight up. (Which is crazy when what she does have goes in the fridge or to the dog or somewhere else!)
But, I did have a fairly interesting afternoon, myself. I was able to visit both the doctor and the dentist and am glad I’ve learned to look at things from a different point of view! However, before I left the house, I found some interesting thoughts surrounding a topic I’ve been thinking about. They were about letting go and I’ll blog about my finds later!
I got to town and visited the clinic. J is a nice lady who isn’t an endocrinologist, but I like her. I had a list of about 8 questions. Before I saw her, I was weighed and found out I am EXACTLY the same weight as before. Barely over 170 pounds. So, not eating anything from about 11 pm til noon is not doing much at all for weight loss. I’ve been skipping breakfast for almost a month and don’t eat a whole lot during the day. I’m not hungry. (once or twice, I’ve had something for breakfast, but not often and at 1030 pm I often have about 20 carbs with protein to carry me overnight without spikes in the glucose called The Dawn Phenomenon—I am so glad spell check got that. I had no idea how those letters were arranged!!) J, when I told her about my loss of breast bulk, smiled a bit and said that happens when women age. (I was crushed!) She said the only thing I could do would be implants and she didn’t recommend them to anyone. (Although, she did say it would make them stick out again!) She didn’t think lactation would help much, either. When I mentioned no one would ever want to look at them anymore, she laughed a bit and said, ‘I seriously doubt that’ and implied the opposite sex didn’t often mind when confronted with a bare breast. (I laughed, too. But, I’m not even 55 and ready to be in that mature older woman category—another thing to let go of!) She did tell me I need to try to get some exercise, maybe update my bed, and try to get my sleep patterns under control for the other problems I mentioned. (She also said it might not be easy to do the latter, cuz of living with mom.) For the weeping eye I’ve had for more than a year, she suggested I see an ophthalmologist. She then decided she wanted blood and I was resigned.(Taking blood and telling me my breasts were girls of the past—ok, she didn’t say it that way, but still!—was a bit much for one office visit.) Thankfully, the tech suggested I needed to be fasting for that particular test and we put it off! (HOOORAY!!)
Then, I went to the library. OMG! There were three books I wanted. Our library had the first one on the shelf, the middle one I ended up getting reserved from Juneau, and the last one was owned by our library, but checked out. So, I got 4 different books and will finish one quickly so I can return it and make sure of the others when they arrive. (I really need an Alaskan ID!) UPDATE: It appears those two books are here, so will take the three I got and return them to get the others. PIFFLE!
The only ophthalmologist in town is mom’s eye doctor and the earliest new patient visit he has is the end of November. The 29th. I sincerely hope I am in Oregon at that time. I would love to be able to cook Thanksgiving dinner again. And the way my eyesight is, I don’t want to drive in another Alaskan winter without new glasses.
At the dentist I was amused, intrigued, and almost cried. There was a DIY show on their waiting room TV. It was about tiny houses and the one being built was made of pallet boards with glass balls stuck in the boards, driftwood, and had a small garden on the roof. It was in Hawaii, but I really wondered about insulation and how those two little kids helping dad would enjoy being teens of opposite sex in the loft of the home. I was called in for x-rays and instead of the cool Star Trek gun thing, this time, they had me stand in the center of a contraption and it spun around me! (oddly, I needed to remove my earrings and also my glasses. I was asked if I needed the latter. I must admit, I did reply I just wore them for fun before amending my comment to yes.) When I saw the results of the x-rays, I almost cried. I went from barely one cavity to several bad ones in a short time. I know exactly what happened and I will take care of what I have left. (there really aren’t that many teeth, this rendition is two different perspectives of them. The capped tooth is the one with the ‘black’ line. The red colored bits are the damaged areas. Not cool.)
I am going to print out this photo and glue it to a sheet that has the cost for the ‘capped tooth’ and the estimates for the other problems. (My next visit is at the end of September and it will be about the same price as the new tires on mom’s car, but he wants to crown it so it won’t need a root canal. This also may be why that area still hurts.) The tooth to be worked on is right next to the one that was capped. These cavities are from a couple of things. The first is, of course, the stress around here. (Stress is bad for lots of things!) The second is because I eat sugary foods (glucose tablets and ice cream and Kit Kats) and do not brush or thoroughly rinse immediately after. One of the interesting things the dental hygienist found was that behind one of my top teeth is a dent. My lower tooth hits on a top tooth and it created a ridge! She said it probably feels funny and she is right, it always has!
Anyway, I got home and mom was moderately ok. She wanted a shake and I got a salad. After I ate, I went out on the lake, wrote to my friend SE Isaac, and floated around in the sunshine. I did NOT want to come back to the shore. When I did, I found mom hadn’t eaten all her dinner and decided I’d do something about the mice in the shop. I looked for the traps I’d purchased and could only find two. One new one and one un sprung surrounded by droppings! (I need to go out and look for the rest of the traps. Dadburn mouses!)
All in all, it has been a rather topsy turvy Tuesday!
UPDATE: Mum has a swollen leg and will need a Venus delta (which is NOT some sexy gal on a piece of verdant river ground—I probably spelled it wrong, too!) ultrasound. She had labs done today (Thursday) to see if she needs hydration, but since there is a holiday Monday, we won’t know anything til Tuesday. Not sure when the ultrasound will be either. The plan is to keep her comfortable and do as much or as little as she desires. I’m going shopping later. Mittens has very little dry chow left and I am putting photos and postcards on my wall. It actually looks really nice. I reckon I should have started personalizing my room 2 or more years ago! So, I am getting a few more photos printed out and purchasing thumbtacks (they are easier to use than quilting pins). When I get back, I plan on lurking online for a while. It is sunny out, but super breezy today!!!! I’d have the neighbor’s mow, but they just left for moose hunting.
The seasons move on steadily and rather briskly!