I had my appointment on Thursday and all went well... I had some concerns (do some of us ever outgrow those???) so I'm relieved now. I've had a lot of popping in my mid-back in the past few months and haven't ever had that before. Plus had a LOT of sciatica problems for about 6 weeks at the beginning of the summer, so I was worried I had done something bad to L5-L6 at the end of the school year when I was scanning those 14,000 library books and had to bend so much (yes, at the hip) to reach the lowest shelves. Plus my neck hurts. And all up and down my back remains tight and tender. Waah waah...
Anyway, other than having "age related" problems, arthritis in my neck, sciatica, and all the rest of that stuff, he says I'm looking good. I actually get around pretty well, my spirits are good. I can do a decent squat although I look funny because I do a wide stance one. It just works better with my arthritic knees, and I can't do it for very long. When the sciatica is ok, my walk is good and I can go fairly fast, until my left knee starts to buckle from the arthritis. Then I get to laughing, thinking what a bunch of old parts I have for someone so young.
I demonstrated how I'd been picking up my precious grandbabykinses (squat, grab, lift holding next to me) and he said ok, but not too much heavier, just not to do it toooooo much, which works since they don't live nearby. Both grandsons weigh about 22-23 lbs. right now. I need to put new pics on my link soon. Right now I can't believe I have to start back to work next week. My summer went way too fast!
I did NOT tell him of my heroic (all right, really STUPID but heroic) deed a few weeks ago, when I was dogsitting my daughter's welsh terrier when her family dropped him off to go out of state to a funeral. The feisty little doggy got into one of his frenzies when I had him outside on the leash, slipped out of his collar, and he got loose, and I didn't want him to get run over. Guess what I did.... Nope, there was no way to run after him and catch him. And no one was home and we live in the country and there are no neighbors so no one could help me. All this went through my mind in less than one second. And that he would be splat on the road and my daughter is extremely emotional and thinks of Huck as a person... Have you guessed yet? Yep! I did! I DOVE for him. And I got him too. I dove and got his two front legs. Then we stared into each others' eyes. He was sooooo startled. And scared. And so was I. Then I wondered what in the heck I was going to do next. So we both laid there for a couple minutes, then I gingerly rolled to the side and sort of pushed up, hanging onto those front legs of his, and we got up. Enough of that story. I'm glad I survived. And I'm never trusting him with that dumb nice collar again. He has a tough collar, with pointy things on it, but it's the dickens for me to use, but I'll just have to use it if he's here. I sure wish I had a video of me diving for him though. My hubby wasn't very happy though. He said "you risked your life for a dog?" (You moms probably understand, though. Right?)
Anyway, for some reason I don't think Dr. H would have wanted to hear that story.
Hope all of you are doing well-- and those of you that recently had surgery and are anxious about how long your recoveries are taking-- this is a journey. I have thought I was "all recovered" many times, only to discover later on that I was much more recovered the following year. Be patient with yourself. Some of you will have remarkable recoveries that are fast, others will seem to take forever. When you feel discouraged, look back and see how far you've come, because even if it's not a lot, it's still progress. You WILL get there.
Anyway, other than having "age related" problems, arthritis in my neck, sciatica, and all the rest of that stuff, he says I'm looking good. I actually get around pretty well, my spirits are good. I can do a decent squat although I look funny because I do a wide stance one. It just works better with my arthritic knees, and I can't do it for very long. When the sciatica is ok, my walk is good and I can go fairly fast, until my left knee starts to buckle from the arthritis. Then I get to laughing, thinking what a bunch of old parts I have for someone so young.
I demonstrated how I'd been picking up my precious grandbabykinses (squat, grab, lift holding next to me) and he said ok, but not too much heavier, just not to do it toooooo much, which works since they don't live nearby. Both grandsons weigh about 22-23 lbs. right now. I need to put new pics on my link soon. Right now I can't believe I have to start back to work next week. My summer went way too fast!
I did NOT tell him of my heroic (all right, really STUPID but heroic) deed a few weeks ago, when I was dogsitting my daughter's welsh terrier when her family dropped him off to go out of state to a funeral. The feisty little doggy got into one of his frenzies when I had him outside on the leash, slipped out of his collar, and he got loose, and I didn't want him to get run over. Guess what I did.... Nope, there was no way to run after him and catch him. And no one was home and we live in the country and there are no neighbors so no one could help me. All this went through my mind in less than one second. And that he would be splat on the road and my daughter is extremely emotional and thinks of Huck as a person... Have you guessed yet? Yep! I did! I DOVE for him. And I got him too. I dove and got his two front legs. Then we stared into each others' eyes. He was sooooo startled. And scared. And so was I. Then I wondered what in the heck I was going to do next. So we both laid there for a couple minutes, then I gingerly rolled to the side and sort of pushed up, hanging onto those front legs of his, and we got up. Enough of that story. I'm glad I survived. And I'm never trusting him with that dumb nice collar again. He has a tough collar, with pointy things on it, but it's the dickens for me to use, but I'll just have to use it if he's here. I sure wish I had a video of me diving for him though. My hubby wasn't very happy though. He said "you risked your life for a dog?" (You moms probably understand, though. Right?)
Anyway, for some reason I don't think Dr. H would have wanted to hear that story.
Hope all of you are doing well-- and those of you that recently had surgery and are anxious about how long your recoveries are taking-- this is a journey. I have thought I was "all recovered" many times, only to discover later on that I was much more recovered the following year. Be patient with yourself. Some of you will have remarkable recoveries that are fast, others will seem to take forever. When you feel discouraged, look back and see how far you've come, because even if it's not a lot, it's still progress. You WILL get there.
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