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We have done those things we did not want to do
...so I suppose there is health within us. Starting small with a week's worth of dishes and a dark wash and proceeding to assembling income tax papers, and finding that almost everything is there except my totals from the massage clinic. It's possible I just never picked them up in the first place. Shall swing by there tomorrow if I can.
If I can being because it's snowing quite determinedly out there and tonight is supposed to be -7, so it won't melt. At least it's doing it today and not yesterday, which was my aunt's funeral out in what I call the country and non-Torontonians call a small city of 150,000. Then it only rained, most appropriately. Aunt M, not surprisingly, while totally compos to the end, slept more and more every day and finally didn't wake up. I would too if I was both blind and mute and living on intravenous drips. I shall miss her. For almost six years Saturday was my tea with Aunt Margie day, and in the last month I haven't quite known what to do with myself.
However, because the funeral was in St Catharines, the other-side cousins who live in the area were all there in force, bar the one who was told to stay in bed. His SO came instead. There was an awkward moment when the funeral director asked for only the family to stay, just before the service, and we all looked at each other till she clarified 'immediate family.' Being as I haven't seen most of these people in two or three decades, I was constantly being accosted by a string of smiling strange faces saying 'HELLO! How ARE you!?' To which I had to say, 'I'm face blind now. Who are you?' And they were, well, various cousins or cousins' kids with the occasional kid of their own in tow. Most mortifying. At least I could identify and talk to the three oldest, whom I remember best from childhood: partly because the two male ones look like my brother, and the female one has an identifiable voice.
Oldest cousin informed me that when you have replacement surgery you can't have any dental work done for two years after, including cleanings. He did and he did and now he has to use a walker and take percocet. Useful thing to know, I'd say. Oldest cousin also has an adjustable walker whose back can be raised or lowered, which is exactly what I want. Shall go looking for one.
This was also the first time I've been out of Toronto in eight years, and it was quite exhilarating to see countryside again, brown and autumnal though it was. However, every time I got out of the car I was reminded *why* I don't go out of Toronto. I could barely stand up after two hours. Or even thirty minutes, because s-i-l wanted to swing by the cottage to see what damage the winter had wrought. I haven't been there in a decade and it's still much the same in spite of renovations. I remarked on the huge width of beach now, where in past years there's been hardly any. S-i-l told me that what I thought was beach was frozen water, lapping or rather, not lapping, right up to the steps down the hill. Another reason why I don't go to the cottage: So. Many. Steps.
If I can being because it's snowing quite determinedly out there and tonight is supposed to be -7, so it won't melt. At least it's doing it today and not yesterday, which was my aunt's funeral out in what I call the country and non-Torontonians call a small city of 150,000. Then it only rained, most appropriately. Aunt M, not surprisingly, while totally compos to the end, slept more and more every day and finally didn't wake up. I would too if I was both blind and mute and living on intravenous drips. I shall miss her. For almost six years Saturday was my tea with Aunt Margie day, and in the last month I haven't quite known what to do with myself.
However, because the funeral was in St Catharines, the other-side cousins who live in the area were all there in force, bar the one who was told to stay in bed. His SO came instead. There was an awkward moment when the funeral director asked for only the family to stay, just before the service, and we all looked at each other till she clarified 'immediate family.' Being as I haven't seen most of these people in two or three decades, I was constantly being accosted by a string of smiling strange faces saying 'HELLO! How ARE you!?' To which I had to say, 'I'm face blind now. Who are you?' And they were, well, various cousins or cousins' kids with the occasional kid of their own in tow. Most mortifying. At least I could identify and talk to the three oldest, whom I remember best from childhood: partly because the two male ones look like my brother, and the female one has an identifiable voice.
Oldest cousin informed me that when you have replacement surgery you can't have any dental work done for two years after, including cleanings. He did and he did and now he has to use a walker and take percocet. Useful thing to know, I'd say. Oldest cousin also has an adjustable walker whose back can be raised or lowered, which is exactly what I want. Shall go looking for one.
This was also the first time I've been out of Toronto in eight years, and it was quite exhilarating to see countryside again, brown and autumnal though it was. However, every time I got out of the car I was reminded *why* I don't go out of Toronto. I could barely stand up after two hours. Or even thirty minutes, because s-i-l wanted to swing by the cottage to see what damage the winter had wrought. I haven't been there in a decade and it's still much the same in spite of renovations. I remarked on the huge width of beach now, where in past years there's been hardly any. S-i-l told me that what I thought was beach was frozen water, lapping or rather, not lapping, right up to the steps down the hill. Another reason why I don't go to the cottage: So. Many. Steps.
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... Yes any dental work you do if you've had any implants or whatnot need what our clinic terms 'antibiotic cover' - so our patients (if they're not allergic to it) take 8 amoxillin tablets one hour before treatment (I can't remember what the dosage is - 2 mg if I'm not mistaken) - even if it is just only cleaning.
Not sure of the science behind it but apparently dental work can be life threatening if you have implants or whatever.
Also - even if I see peeps regularly at weddings and funerals ... I'm constantly going 'you're who again and how are we related?' - nowadays it's all 'Auntie Zan how are you?' and mostly I just hug back. A hug is a hug, and I'm good with it. Ahahaha!
Also steps ... be careful with those. Knee-killers are what they are. I still do them when I can but I am severely out of practice but am thinking of venturing out for a walk on Monday as it's my day off. It will be the first time in absolutely ages!!!
What with everything going on over the last couple of years I feel ought to start doing the walking thing again.
Take care ok! Much love
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Here are a few guidelines for Replacement Surgery and the dentist. My Mom starts a regiment of antibiotics before ANY Dentist visit and I think there are other times too. I know she had to have antibiotics before surgery and having a mole removed. ALWAYS ask before undergoing any procedure.
My Mother had both her knees replaced and has been very happy she did. The pain isn't always gone but she walks better than she has for a long while and she liked the physical therapy so much (once the pain from the operation lessened) that she still goes twice a week to keep her muscles active. My Mom is 83 years old and I can only hope to be as active as she is at that age.
My BIL (58) had both knees fully replaced and he is back to playing baseball, bowling and jogging.
My Dad's walker turned into a seat so he could rest when he got tired or needed more oxygen.
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All this talk of pain from the surgery makes me nervous, given that morphine doesn't work for me. I suppose there are alternatives, though in this climate I'm not sure how free they are with them.
Most definitely, a seat. Because it's not the knees that hurt me most but my hip, that gets better if I can sit for a bit.