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Different Vesselsthe cajunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10905358111623645338noreply@blogger.comBlogger3275125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707860620453967502.post-20875699015699496672015-02-08T13:48:00.004-05:002015-02-08T16:54:50.889-05:00Home, Hospice, More Updates and Revisionist History<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There are these little tidbits I’d like to share, or at least pass along. Warning: May be long for some readers.</div>
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My apologies for not answering comments or reading the blogs of others, but dope and high fevers will do that to you, if you get my drift. It didn’t seem that my comments were required at the time. As time goes on and my life (hopefully) begins to stabilize I can find a remedy for that omission.</div>
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Just as the Flu was making like Sherman in its relentless march through my body to the sea, two new things popped up (no pun intended); glands in my neck and throat began to swell to the size of large duck eggs. Suddenly I couldn’t move my mouth and the jaws wouldn’t cooperate. The mouth felt as if I were chewing on razor blades, all tiny cuts therein, so sipping anything other than water was a no-no. Another IV antibiotic was called in for that one - took 5 days before jaws would move so I could eat solid foods again.</div>
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I lived on water, Ensure, Magic Cup, and ice cream. Even cooked fruit caused the glands to react and stung my mouth like hell.</div>
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As the neck glandular swelling receded a new pain and swelling in my groin appeared. Ultrasounds, and x-rays later discovered that I have a hernia - again swells to the size of an egg. Have to wear a special belt whenever I am sitting or standing. The egg disappears into the intestines when lying down and there is no pain. Tempting, but I can’t allow myself to buy into that scenario. I need to regain my strength. </div>
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The Site Meter visit counter died suddenly last December and the replacement is one of those free things that counts every hit, not only the extended visits. So, just know that I am not so popular as it may appear. But you knew that already.</div>
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I have to work on the info for the Funeral Home (payment in advance, no kidding) for the what will be done with my remains and the info for the death certificate as well as any obituary I may want to have published. Yes, all paid for in advance. I guess to prove in some bizarre way that I am not play-acting and this is the real thing.</div>
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And speaking of Obituaries - or as in this funny but sad case a <i>pre-obituary</i> - there is <a href="http://retiredindelaware.blogspot.com/2015/01/wayne-cajun-juneau.html" target="_blank"><b>THIS</b></a> revision of history I stumbled upon this morning and haven’t decided just how sick, sad, poorly thought out and written, and over the top it really is. I’ve never read a pseudo-obituary. That said, especially where the writer gives themselves more ink than the supposed subject of the piece. This from a person who lives in the past, loves to play the put-upon misunderstood martyr in all situations. </div>
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In any event, he becomes the larger-than-life martyr with each retelling of this tale (it’s been reincarnated a few times on his blog) because well, it’s all about him, after all. I guess I ought to be angry, but at this stage what’s the point. That would take more energy than being sad for the man, which is more than he deserves. </div>
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At this time when my health is fragile I prefer people in my life who love, respect, and care about me. Unfortunately, this person isn’t one of them. </div>
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Anyone involved in the retelling of this sordid, long-forgotten anecdote (supposedly about the subject of the obit although any connection is a vague stretch, indeed) is either long gone or have long ago forgotten the original childish situation.</div>
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My walking stick has arrived just in time for my release from hospital. The one I really had my eye on was made in Ireland out of traditional Black Thorn, was a bit expensive and would take 4 to 6 weeks before being dispatched. Of course, I couldn't wait that long, so this one will do me well. In three sections it is quite sturdy and a full 55’ tall when screwed together. It comes with a canvas bag and collapses to 18” sections. I love the thing. As I said in an earlier post, I didn’t want a traditional cane, but rather a hiking/walking stick for more stability and security. And here it is.</div>
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Meals on Wheels will be set up tomorrow or next day helping to provide 1 to 3 meals daily, and the weather is supposed to warm up by week’s end. After being in a germ-infested, temperature-controlled environment for so long it’s taking me a while to get used to real fresh air and the cold temperatures. Truth be told, it’s in the 40s but very cold to my tired emaciated old body.</div>
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Every hour I push myself a little harder, a little farther from my comfortable cocoon to do more for myself once again. That under the care of Hospice I get to self medicate is a luxury beyond measure. No more having to wait an additional 3 hours before the hospital computer tells me I can have pain med is a boon to me and all mankind. I don't abuse the privilege, but it's nice to know it's there. </div>
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I just read that Hospice will provide Oxygen if needed, as well as one of those emergency medical alert systems (like that annoying “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” thing) so I’ll find out more in the coming week as I get settled in to this new living situation.</div>
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Just as I wrote that last bit a phone call came in from Hospice - it was a daily check-in to find out if all was well or if anything was needed. </div>
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The fact that I need someone to shave my head (after 2 months it’s very scary) was not included in their offer of aid. The last time I shaved was before the shoulder dislocation, when I was able to lift my arm above my head…not any more. I’ll have to figure out something else, is all.</div>
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Hell, I’m amazed I’m still here and back at my own place, for however long I’ve got.</div>
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If all goes well and my strength improves I will be having a lunch of Fish and Chips with a pint of Newcastle Brown Ale with Linda and Jeffrey tomorrow. To say I’m looking forward to the outing would be an understatement. </div>
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<i>“Do what’s necessary, then do what’s possible, and suddenly you find you’re doing the impossible.” </i><b>Anonymous</b></div>
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the cajunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10905358111623645338noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707860620453967502.post-74168952179930425272015-02-08T09:12:00.000-05:002015-02-08T09:20:39.383-05:00Back To Where I Don’t Belong!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Like it or not, I have returned to the scene of the crimes (all of them) although (again) the powers that were insisted it would never happen. Plans to go directly into Rehab following the heart fungal infection treatment (6 weeks!) were shot down the very day of my last heart treatment. </div>
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Seems the Rehab Center had to be shutdown due to an outbreak of an intestinal infection that hit the residents hard. Now, can you imagine my reaction if I had arrived in time to be forced into shutdown mode and had to deal with yet another attack on my immune system? No, me neither.</div>
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The hospital was stunned, but even more-so when a test swab revealed that I had Type A Influenza. I wrote about this in a brief update recently, so I won’t go into the gory details. The episode knocked me out for another week, the hospital went into full isolation mode again and I became Neutropenic - again. There went my fresh fruits and vegetables..It was nice while it lasted.</div>
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When it was time to reschedule a room in Rehab, there were none available except in the one that NO ONE wants to be admitted to and to which I also declined. </div>
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Suddenly my apartment looked pretty good to them and it was clear they wanted me out of there as I wanted out of there before I was hit with another infection out of the blue.</div>
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So, me and my 23 days of necessities for rehab were stuffed into an ambulance and shipped to my old apartment.</div>
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The only difference, and it’s a big one, is that I have been registered with and admitted to Delaware Hospice, which ought to make my life less stressful and rest a little easier. I get to stay home and people come to me for basic care and nursing needs.<br />
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The final home admissions interview was conducted yesterday morning - about 2.5 hours - and I felt much better following the meeting. There is still much I don’t know about or understand and I am stressed enough to imagine that it could all be taken away in an instant (it does involved Medicare/Medicaid after all.) but for now it feels pretty good.</div>
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Had an uncomfortable, sleepless, strange night with little rest and woke up to this for my card of the day:</div>
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<i>“The middle of the night - you are startled out of sleep, nightmare, undigested thoughts: get up and work out what you can do about it! It’s dark, and many lights appear; mental flashes. Nine Swords: a whole gamut of new knowledge and insights - exhausting - get used to them carefully.”</i></blockquote>
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the cajunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10905358111623645338noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707860620453967502.post-43812233478389850132015-02-03T02:12:00.001-05:002015-02-03T02:22:45.606-05:00This Flu is the Real DealThis ain't no weekend stomach virus that everyone refers to as "the flu" not by a long shot. Lymph glands infected, and other unheardof glands in the throat make eating, chewing, even drinking excruciatingly painful.<br />
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*the cajunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10905358111623645338noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707860620453967502.post-54588322372813923072015-01-29T06:01:00.004-05:002015-01-29T06:02:40.459-05:00Miles and Miles of Heart<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-J_ucNIdkfzfcks6DlXb8sJHZh_XVYoXV-v3KEYD51bY1Dp5VbH95th8wVpZq-rf8OCl_tevB8YOEypIeEWEG1FKIIAA2S4bcSLgVFQPLExpzLXNeL-ghVYP8HqXSRHT4ZZIOF6tvf4/s1600/beating_heart-e1283562316412-533x400.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-J_ucNIdkfzfcks6DlXb8sJHZh_XVYoXV-v3KEYD51bY1Dp5VbH95th8wVpZq-rf8OCl_tevB8YOEypIeEWEG1FKIIAA2S4bcSLgVFQPLExpzLXNeL-ghVYP8HqXSRHT4ZZIOF6tvf4/s1600/beating_heart-e1283562316412-533x400.jpeg" height="150" width="200" /></a>Six weeks later, still in hospital, but the anti-fungal has destroyed the heart fungal infection after 6 <br />
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A number of folks I have known in the past have died over the holidays and yet, here I am.<br />
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First, thank you to Calvin for spending some time with me on New Year’s Day. It was a very pleasant time and a joy to meet him in person. Hope we meet again under happier circumstances this year.</div>
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Meds are fewer now, too. Mostly IV stuff.</div>
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When released, will need to be infused daily with anti-biotic and anti-fungal med.</div>
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Eating to gain weight - not much success, so far.</div>
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Found more PERN books to hold me over and keep me relatively sane. Since I’m awake at all hours, I keep the Nexus 7 charged at all times.</div>
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It’s been suggested that I find a tasteful walking stick (not a walker, please!) to help my balance when I’m out and about. Something to go with my style, you know - - vertical.</div>
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the cajunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10905358111623645338noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707860620453967502.post-42159986281499851012015-01-04T03:42:00.002-05:002015-01-04T03:42:32.590-05:00Yes...You Bet...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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the cajunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10905358111623645338noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707860620453967502.post-2673896118208706622014-12-30T02:35:00.000-05:002014-12-30T02:35:18.567-05:00I Really Need A Plan<div class="p1">
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Ashes scattered all over Amsterdam would make me very happy and content.</div>
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Meanwhile I await the coming visit of at least one surgeon or specialists for quality care of some kind…ANY kind.</div>
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Anyway, Happy New Year, if you don’t hear from me beforehand</div>
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Amazed and still confused.</div>
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the cajunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10905358111623645338noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707860620453967502.post-32256063452961738442014-12-29T06:00:00.000-05:002014-12-29T06:00:09.375-05:00Hi! Remember me?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Why, Hello there! Haven’t seen you in a while and it’s just as well that you haven’t seen me.</div>
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There’s no amount of Max Faxtor on the planet, trust me.</div>
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Way too much has happened in the past 3 weeks and I couldn’t remember the dates if I tried. I do know I am on another big batch of antibiotics as well as anti-fungals now.</div>
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There is a fungal infection around the heart and the pneumonia just doesn’t want to leave me.</div>
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I am now on oxygen, too. Only 2 litres, but still enough to be annoying and in the way.</div>
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A couple of the tests were invasive, so even with the MAC a few feet away, there was no energy to write anything coherent and informative</div>
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That’s all I’ve got for a medical update for now.</div>
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Although I’ve not been online for the holidays, I’ve thought about many of you, very often. To those who’ve stayed in touch even dropping a note occasionally - a special thanks. Your words and thoughts kept me going when the pain (or painkillers) almost let me down.</div>
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Don’t know what’s in the future but without a living space on the ground floor, I won’t have one any time soon.</div>
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I don’t have an iPad here, but you folk with FaceTime might me hearing from me via my iPhone. I hope you don’t mind.</div>
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I’m stationed in room #224A (don’t know how long) at Beebe Medical Center In Lewes, DE.</div>
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I’m drugged a lot so I sleep a lot. Sorry about that, it’s what keeps me from sitting at the keyboard and writing. </div>
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Suffice to say, I miss you all and think of you often. If, for some reason I can’t get back online again for a while, I want to wish you all a Happy New Year.</div>
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Didn’t think I’d get this far!!!</div>
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the cajunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10905358111623645338noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707860620453967502.post-78219507343194935732014-12-18T06:18:00.000-05:002014-12-18T06:21:49.237-05:00Lounging at the Christmas Spa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just setting’ a spell at Beebe Medical Hospital & Ocean Spa in lovely downtown Lewes, Delaware.</div>
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This relaxation time was provided by the Cancer Tumor Association and is likely to last 5 to 7 fabulous days. Fevers returned with a vengeance. So far, weather has been fretful and treatments are not coming up to expectations.<br />
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Spending time with old friends here. Am exploring new variations on an old theme, plus giving a test run to a new anti-fungal whose name escapes me now.</div>
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Hoping for good news soon. If not, here’s wishing you all the joy and love of whatever holiday you celebrate. If it celebrates neither, find another one.</div>
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Every day has been amazing and hectic here. Good things are coming.</div>
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the cajunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10905358111623645338noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707860620453967502.post-62262604592195769772014-12-14T17:34:00.000-05:002014-12-14T17:43:08.440-05:00You Got The Part<div style="text-align: center;">
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the cajunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10905358111623645338noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707860620453967502.post-51589508569824903612014-12-13T20:00:00.000-05:002014-12-13T20:00:00.676-05:00Balancing Medical Decisions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Friday appointment with the attorney had to be cancelled due to emergency transfusion on Friday morning. I am sure she wasn’t a happy camper when she learned that news. Couldn’t be helped.</div>
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Went into full crash mode on Thursday afternoon, so when I called the Center for advice, they told me 2 units were already ordered while we were speaking and since I was already in a crash scenario just continue to chill, rest and do as little physical activity as I could get away with until I arrived at the Center in the morning.</div>
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That was easy to do. All I wanted to do was lie quietly so as not be short of breath and be as careful on my feet to be aware of any possibility of falling. Took a painkiller and high dose of Tylenol before sliding between the sheets where I stayed until morning when I had the tedious struggle to get dressed (hard enough with the use of BOTH hands, a real torture test without) and try to be ready when Jeffrey arrived to transport me. He did have to help me with the sling (the dear!)</div>
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It all went smooth yesterday and though I was, by this time, very weak and finding it difficult to put a coherent thought into words there was no panic. I had enough trouble following instructions and answering questions posed by the staff. I managed. I now know that I can go from a moderately low red blood cell count to a dangerously low one in less than 24 hours. For no apparent reason and without any change to normal daily activity.</div>
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At least I was able to recognize and be aware of these quick changes nowadays. Glad I made the right decision early enough that no harm was done and the attorney couldn't whine about wasting her time.</div>
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Also, this latest blood - <i>O Positive</i> with modifiers for me - gave me a positive kick, or booster and I feel better today than I have following transfusion in the recent past. For this, too, I am thankful. I am not going to be doing anything crazy, but I feel like I could put on my dancing shoes and boogie around the living room for a bit.</div>
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the cajunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10905358111623645338noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707860620453967502.post-19899423776440424232014-12-13T07:30:00.000-05:002014-12-13T17:29:31.691-05:00Christmas Angel Caturday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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How far does loyalty and American Patriotism take you when a young, supposedly heterosexual soldier is ordered to rape (FUCK) anally abuse teenage boys? Forget whether the acts were performed in front of family members, or not. It’s the very act that matters.</div>
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the cajunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10905358111623645338noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707860620453967502.post-87912216021945677522014-12-10T07:30:00.000-05:002014-12-11T02:43:12.080-05:00The Ring Goes South & That Card Again. <div class="p1">
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As you can see in the side bar, this is the card of the month - second time in a row. It has popped up as <i>card of the day</i> again today - the second time in the first 10 days of December. I know shuffling the deck is not an issue. I am very careful with that, almost religiously so. This is uncanny.</div>
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Sat up most of the night in pain reading, or trying to. Between the shoulder, left arm, wrist and the leg swelling, painkillers didn’t have a chance. Pain was so intense at times the nausea kicked in big time. Compazine helped - but not with the pain. There was no way to ignore it. </div>
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I’m more than half way through my annual reading of LOTR - about midway through The Two Towers - occasionally finding a bit of info that I’ve missed in past years, making one more part of the trilogy fall into place. With the arm out of service I’ve been unable to write these down, but I think I’ll remember enough as some of the characters (or their heirs) play a part of the final book. I’m reading more quickly and more intensely than in other years. I guess I need more concentration this time round to pull me through.</div>
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The storm system moving through has me moving carefully and with someone’s help. Can’t afford to dislocate the right arm now. I’ll be happy when the trials and demands of the day are over.</div>
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He set up an appointment for a CTScan for this Wednesday - conveniently after the Labs and the other Dr.s appointment at the Center. Even set it up at the Imaging Center next to the Cancer Center. Couldn’t do better than that.</div>
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I’ve an appointment next Monday to meet with the other surgeon who will aid in the cutting up of my shoulder, removing the broken bits, and repairing any damage. You know, a few years ago I would have cringed at talk like this, probably gotten physically ill, but now it’s like I’m just another piece of meat. And believe me, that’s what I feel like.</div>
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The sling is to remain in place and the only exercises are to strengthen the hands, fingers, wrists. That’s OK with me, because gravity begins to set in after the sling has been off for a while and it feels like the shoulder is being drawn towards the floor. I purchased a rubber ball for the purpose of exercising and use it absently while reading. </div>
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Finally made an appointment with the attorney to update the Will, etc. only to have her call last evening to cancel that one and try to finagle another one. She got all huffy when I told her the suggested dates wouldn’t work for me (she actually sucked her teeth, you know, that “tch, tch” sound a few times) so I explained the situation - just like Vivian Leigh I am dependent on the kindness of strangers for things such as transportation these days. </div>
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When I finally said I couldn’t understand the problem, that her office hours are supposed to be 8 am to 4 pm Monday through Friday, she really got pissed, almost to the point of raising her voice. So I gave her specific days and times that are usually convenient, told her to work around that, then call back so as to confirm something with my friends and driver. She was not amused.</div>
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Taking the fall, literally. Typing this won’t be easy, since the left is my dominant hand. In 68 years I neglected the education of my right hand that it is now practically useless. I manage.</div>
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Since the fall I’ve noticed that I’m very prone to balance issues - more than I originally thought. With two hands to help keep balance and remain steady, it’s not as obvious. But there are any number of times I could have taken the same kind of tumble here - just not conscious of the danger. I am now.</div>
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The ER doctors kept shooting me up with pain meds. It took three tries and ultimately a call to the Orthopedic surgeon at 1 AM to reset the shoulder. The third set of x-rays he ordered show a piece of bone separated from the main bone, so the surgery.</div>
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Of course I was in no condition for Labs on Wednesday. When they were done Thursday the red cells were again down enough for 2 units. Blood was delivered overnight and I sat for 6 hours receiving while very doped up. Back to bed when I got home. Even in the sling the arm is very sore and the hand very weak. </div>
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Though I took off the sling this morning to make a coffee and change shirts, it will go on over a fresh shirt and I will spend most of this 4th day of healing in bed reading, or sleeping. I do not need anything else. Yes, this is frustrating, but it is what it is.</div>
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I’m becoming what I wanted to avoid - a burden on those taking care of me - and so I’ve got to pull back some, do more for myself. They’re already blaming themselves for this fall and that will never do. It could have happened anywhere - even in my apartment.</div>
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An added stop at Staple’s made me wince. I am not a fan of the store or of colour Ink Jet Printers, but for <a href="http://ontransmigration.blogspot.com/2014/01/new-year-effort-hunt-no-remedy.html" target="_blank"><b><i>reasons explained here about a year ago</i></b></a>, I had to knuckle down and purchase a set. Neither Canon nor Apple offered new drivers to support my old Laserjet printer. Not to worry though, with the cash back bonus money accrued the printer cost about $18.00 USD. Now, if only the consumables were as inexpensive it would be nice. But, they’re not</div>
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Note: The full set of replacement cartridges cost more than the full price of the printer, so stop and think about that for a moment. It’s cheaper to simply purchase a new printer (complete with a full set of carts) then give away, or chuck the old printer and move on. Sounds silly, doesn’t it?</div>
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No one was prepared for the shock of 75’F and clear skies that blessed us here at the shore on first of December. I thought about sitting on the top step of the landing to soak in the warmth and fresh air coming in off the Atlantic, prepared to spend most of the day in bed reading, as usual.</div>
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When she finished her catch-up work at the restaurant, she picked me up and off we went. First we took a drive to the liquor store so she could replenish her supply of beers and wines depleted during her time in Ireland. She found a new Icelandic brew that had been raved about, so she bought a 6-pack of each of the three different flavors offered by the company, which is new to the US. </div>
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We drove back into town and found a parking spot close to the boardwalk. The jacket I brought JIC it was cooler near the ocean remained in the car. It was a magnificent afternoon and we ran into people we knew from around town and the restaurant who had the same idea. Many were surprised to see me, others surprised to see us together.</div>
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I came upon a listing for a rental nearby on the ground level with off-street parking. As I’ve mentioned before, it’s slim pickings out there. Only a few things wrong with it. Rent is more than I can afford, even if only $25. more. It is a 2-bedroom mobile home, I only need one bedroom. That’s quite a large space to heat with the winter ahead and I don’t know how well insulated the place is. With the compromised immune system, sensitivity to heat and cold is more pronounced. </div>
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The other monthly expenses include water, sewer, and trash pickup. I already pay for electricity so that’s not an extra burden in itself, unless the heating system in the place is also electric. Then it could be a killer. I know. From the published image above the place looks clean and neat, well kept. Yes, but at what expense?</div>
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The other issues include snow and ice removal - can’t do that myself - and the Verizon telephone and DSL wiring infrastructure is very old, so I may not have high speed access to the Net. This was a problem when I lived in that area about 6 years ago. When it rained, snowed, or flooded the phone lines went down - sometimes for days until things dried out and techs could work on restoring service.</div>
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At any rate, I’ve called and left a message requesting the approximate cost of each of the added expenses above. I have little hope that everything will be within my budget. Even less hope that I’ll find something affordable and livable any time soon. My hope is to continue to gain strength and weight, get through the dizziness balance issues, navigate the stairs more than once rail, and drive my own car again. </div>
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<br />the cajunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10905358111623645338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707860620453967502.post-41927626601589698422014-11-30T08:30:00.000-05:002014-11-30T08:30:01.620-05:00I Lied. Never Say Never.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Unintentionally, of course. You see, I didn’t mean to, but I <strike>spoke</strike> <a href="http://ontransmigration.blogspot.com/2014/11/the-ring-that-time-of-year-again.html" target="_blank"><i><b>wrote</b></i></a> before I knew I had this particular, weighty (ahem!) problem. Some would say I ought to have known beforehand, but I've had other business on my mind, dontcha know...Anyway.</div>
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<i>There is a disturbance in the FORCE! (</i>Sorry, wrong metaphor.) I found out the hard way that I cannot read the LOTR books. My hands and fingers are too weak to hold the hard cover volume for any length of time. </div>
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The problem may be due to the cancer, causing weakness in joints and muscles. It might also be the arthritis which I have in both hands. The fingertips become numb on occasion. I can no longer tell if the pain in the hands - like the pain in the legs - is due to the cancer nowadays, or still the arthritis.</div>
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I’ve tried reading with the book propped on my chest, but the weight and size are too clumsy and the book slips out of my mostly useless thumbs. The thought that reading the entire trilogy would have to take place sitting at desk or table, instead of snuggled up in bed, was more than I could take.</div>
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the cajunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10905358111623645338noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707860620453967502.post-50405785770975171812014-11-29T18:30:00.000-05:002014-11-29T18:30:00.103-05:00The Essence of My Education TodayPHILOTIMO: Love of Honor.<br />
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A lot to process and work through, especially since I am not Greek. I think it's worth the time, study, and meditation. What say you?<br />
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