Recently getting things done around here has been difficult. In a multigenerational family where currently the only ‘able bodied’ people are 8 and 5 things don’t always get done. I got that concept of the only ‘able bodied’ people from my pregnant daughter who is now 12 days away from surgical delivery of my grandson. Boys seem to outweigh girls in this family. This is grandson number 5 and there are only three grand daughters.
Back to not getting things done. I’ve been having an extended period of back problems. It has been over 17 years since I had my second back surgery to fuse vertebrae in my back. In July I took a couple of falls and have not recovered as I usually do. It became a real concern for me so I actually went to the doctor, who sent me to a spine specialist, who sent me to a physical therapist. The therapist didn’t even have me do any exercises the first two visits because the ‘irritation’ (or was it ‘inflammation’) was so bad that he worked on reducing that first. Third visit I did a few very limited exercises. That is something at least and I can do those at home, except I don’t have a long strap to use for one of them. I’ll have to figure something else out. I have lots of fabric, maybe I can make something that will work, or maybe there is a piece of rope that one of the men of the household can cut for me.
I’ve heard that ‘pain is your friend’ because it lets you know something is wrong. That may be, but, pain is the cause of a major slow-down in life. Laundry piles up as I just can’t do as much before the pain becomes intolerable, we use a lot more paper products for eating off of because loading and unloading the dishwasher is painful, so the less I do that the better. Forget mopping and vacuuming for the moment. Sweeping is done in stages. The pregnant daughter can’t do those things either. This boy is hard on her and she’s having a lot of the same kinds of problems I’m having. At least her problems will be alleviated in a couple weeks.
I am certainly hoping that the PT puts me back on the road to recovery. The orthopedic surgeon who did the fusion told me that, in general, about ten years later people start having problems with the areas above and below the fused section. Well, I have had problems off and on for the last few years. Winter has been particularly hard on me, but, this year due to a couple of falls the summer was hard. Determining whether there is significant deterioration is almost impossible. The metal used in the fusion is steel and that prevents further MRIs and similar imaging. I’m hoping that the disks next to the fused area have not deteriorated like the one that resulted in the fusion. That could be bad, very bad indeed.
Quilting has been mostly put on hold because it only takes a few minutes for my pain level to skyrocket when I have to lean over the cutting table, or sitting on my stool at the sewing machine. The most comfortable chair is my low to the floor rocking chair. (I have two, one in my basement and the other upstairs, but the one in the basement is the best.) I could do some hand quilting, but, I haven’t gotten anything cut to do that.
What do I do? I read, but that has slowed down too. Pain interferes with mental function. It is more difficult to do a critical analysis of a book for a review, which is something I do now for almost all indie books I read. If I don’t review a book it is because I can’t give it even a moderately favorable review. Not too many fit into that slot though, thankfully. The indie authors I’ve read are mostly good to excellent story tellers.
Life can be frustrating when one is limited in what they can do. Too slow even for me. Prayerfully I’ll be in a lot better condition by the latter part of October. I have a long road trip to New Mexico to celebrate my in-laws 65th wedding anniversary. Unless I can afford to fly. Even then it’s a trip and there will be a lot of activity going on. Hopefully we can get the entire family gathered together as a family reunion for this event.
Enough moaning, I’m sure there are people in the world who would be willing to trade me problems. My suffering is minimal and I’m a cry baby.