Hello, all! I didn't mean to tumble off the turnip truck, but there I went.
Whew! In bed w/feet up, floss dangling, and the day behind me. Speaking of floss, I've been pushing myself to improve my flossing and oral hydro-pik habits, and I'm getting pretty solid with that. It's been something I have neglected in the past, along with my health care in general. I've upped the frequency of my dental cleanings to try not to get too far behind the curve, and each time I think I'll get better about self-care once they're clean. And then I don't. But this time I've been after it like crazy, because the antibiotics that go along with the tooth cleaning do not agree with me. I'm glad I had the colonoscopy and the cleaning back to back, so it was just one mega-dose of antibiotics over a couple of days. I was proactive about taking probiotics (ha!) both orally and as a suppository, and this time I got some yeasty-beasties, but not like the last time. So if increased self care keeps the dental hygienist and the antibiotics away a little longer, pass the floss. I programmed an alarm into my phone--I think I've mentioned that--to remind me. And hokey as it may sound, it works for me.
Report from the Big City--my eye surgeon was happy with my progress, my knee surgeon not so happy as am I. I took a crutch along, and he was surprised to see me still using it. Told me to get my leg back into PT pronto or face an MUS next month. While I haven't yet scheduled PT, I am finally at the point where I can shoehorn it into my life. Meanwhile, I've gained both extension and flexion, and have, per instruction, ditched the crutch. (Funny thing is, I mentioned it casually to the receptionist where I work, and next time she saw me, she said, "Weren't you supposed to get rid of that thing?" I told her no, it was the other crutch, the right one, and this was the left one. But I ditched it.) And while I'm still lurching a bit, I'm getting better at this.
Have been slammed at work. Going in early, staying into the evening and weekends, and finally, today, can say that I am caught up. Or as caught up as I will be until other people do what they need to do.
Also have a separation agreement in place. My not-quite-X-but-not-quite-husband wanted to stop the divorce--or so he said. So I proposed the alternative of a separation agreement, and he went along with that--his alternative was worse, I guess. And I've been trying to wrap my head around how I go from being me to being part of a we, how I go about giving him a chance. We just went in front of a judge Wednesday and did a different (this was poignant) set of `I do's. And there he was on the phone this morning yelling and being controlling and back to his old bag of tricks. Well, at least I know. I had a little bit of doubt and maybe even a little bit of hope left, and it sucked me in. I have a settlement I can live with--left a lot on the table thinking that would be worth it if it meant that he would be civil and that we could get along for the kids' sake, and who knows?--maybe even reconciliation would work. I'm okay, and I will be okay. Just a little chagrined and a little sad. And tired.
On an upbeat note, I got my chin zapped yesterday, second go-round. One of the unjoys of the aging process is finding little sprouts where nothing's supposed to sprout. Bothered me for a long time, but about a month ago I got inspired to actually do something about it. First time was pretty worried about what it would entail, but the after-affect of having a smooth chin was so pleasant that I looked forward to the treatment this time. No regrets. Wish I'd done it years ago.
Snowed here this morning, cold enough that it tried to stick around and turn to slush. Seemed fitting. Cat doesn't seem pleased with the turn in the weather, but she's out making the rounds. Have a slow fire burning in the wood stove, and it's got the house up to comfortable. Sleeping in tomorrow, playing some music, keeping the home fire burning. My flute has been such a comfort in recent weeks.
I look forward to catching up with your recoveries. Find myself shaking my head in wonderment and thinkin of the knee replacements, "Did we really go through that?" It seems a world ago . . .