Preparing for a tropical storm

July 23, 2016

Two refrigerators in our home:

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After being subjected to so many false alarms over the past two years, we are rather blasé about Tropical Storm Darby. It’s due to hit Oahu on Sunday.  We just put it into perspective:  It’s a storm, not a hurricane.

With this in mind, we are not rushing to the store to buy groceries, bottled water, or batteries. After all, if the electricity fails, we definitely do not want the perishables inside the refrigerators to spoil.  However, David insists that we need eggs, ice cream, coffee and bread.  He intends to buy those after he deposits a check at the bank in the supermarket.

As for bottled water and batteries, we have enough of both.

What we might have a problem with is the toilet. If the electricity fails, the sewer pump won’t work, which means we won’t be able to flush the toilet.  However, we could always use our back yard as a toilet.

So, no worry. We will survive.

Creating more space

July 21, 2016

We decided to create more space in our family room by replacing our large end tables and lamps with smaller tables and lamps. David’s leg was sufficiently rehabilitated that he was able to stand up and assemble the two tables on Wednesday.

These are the empty cartons that the tables and lamps came in:

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These are the old tables and lamps. The Salvation Army will pick them up next Wednesday:

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These are the new end tables and lamps. Aren’t they lovely?  Note the extra space in the dining area.

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We now have a set of five end tables, all matching. We like them, because we can store our paraphernalia inside the drawers.  They all came from Ashley.com:

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Above all, I am so glad that David is becoming more active around our home. He is convalescing very well.

Two mottos to live by

July 19, 2016

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Me and Maria (1979).

In a nutshell, there are two mottos to live by:

QUIT BEATING YOURSELF UP. You may be full of regrets.  But, you can’t change the past.  No woulda, coulda, shoulda.  Move forward.

STOP THROWING STONES. Stop attacking people and finding fault.  People who throw stones are so mean and petty.

My father said it all, when he said this to me: “Despite your illness and all of those obstacles in your life, I am so impressed with what you have managed to accomplish.  You have a magnificent home, you are still married to David, and you have very successful children, too.  I am very proud to be your father.”

This kind of praise lifted me out of my depression, because all of my life I have been beating myself up. I am my own worst critic.  When I heard these words from my father, I felt so much better.  I can put my life into perspective, now.

Yet, people keep throwing stones at me, trying to make me feel inferior. I try not to let it get to me.

After all, how many 70 year old women have what I have?

Too much driving

July 18, 2016

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What would we do without our cars?

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Today, I will again drive David to physical therapy at Straub Clinic. It’s been very difficult for me with all of this driving to and fro.  I hate to drive and am not good at it.

Last Friday, I drove to physical therapy at 12:30 pm, then to Straub pharmacy to fill a prescription at 1:45 pm, and then to Ryan’s for a late lunch at 3:00 pm. After lunch, I was caught in rush hour traffic.  What a nightmare the stop go traffic was.  When I arrived at home, I went straight to bed and slept for seven hours.  I was exhausted!

Because of all of this driving, I have renewed respect for people who drive for a living. Imagine being a bus driver, a truck driver, or a taxi driver.  Many blessings to these people who are talented enough to drive all of us to where we need to go.  I can’t say enough how difficult it is to drive all day every day and not get into an accident.

I don’t know when David will be able to drive himself. He is still taking a narcotic for pain and can’t drive long distances.

However, he is getting stronger. Lately, he has been weaning himself off the walker and trying to walk without it.  He is still unsteady, though.

David and alcohol

July 16, 2016

This is the wine glass cabinet that David assembled in January, with the help of our grandkids:

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These wine glasses vary in size:

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It’s so ironic that I bought the wine glass cabinet and wine glasses, because I no longer drink alcohol. Previously, I had drunk wine as an aperitif prior to dinner at a restaurant or as a single drink at a party.  Now, I find that alcohol hurts my stomach, my brain, and my skin.  There’s nothing worse than a red faced woman with a stomach ache and a redundant mind.

However, I am glad I bought the cabinet and glasses, as they are useful for large parties.

David is fond of alcohol. Like most men, he prefers beer.  He used to drink a six pack every night, but I have gotten him down to three beers per week or two beers at a party.  The last thing I want is for him to DUI and get into serious trouble with the law.

You don’t know how embarrassed I was when David drank more than he should have and fell asleep at a party. The next day, I scolded him.  He hasn’t embarrassed me since then.

All it takes is a woman like me to keep a guy like my husband in line.

What will you be doing 10 years from now?

July 14, 2016

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Blue art in my home.

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What will you be doing 10 years from now?

If I were asked that question, I would say that I still would be enjoying life in my beautiful home with my dear husband, still blogging, still cooking, still attending symphony concerts, the opera, and art exhibits. Now and then, I would invite family and friends over for lunch and have a wonderful time eating delicious food and laughing at each other’s funny stories.

I am now 70.

My ambition at 70 is to make it to 80. When I reach 80, my ambition will be to make it to 90.  When I reach 90, my ambition will be to make it to 100.

At 100, I’ll greet all of my ex-boyfriends in heaven.

Making progress

July 12, 2016

David continues to undergo physical therapy at Straub twice or thrice per week. On Monday, he got on the recumbent bicycle:

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His wound is getting better. However, the PT told David that there are still scabs, so he is not ready to soak his leg in the hot tub and pool at the gym.  Bacteria could get into his knee and wreak havoc:

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Last Sunday, David surprised me by driving to Jack in the Box for fast food. This restaurant is just down the street from our home.  It was his first time driving since his surgery on June 23.  But, he told me he does not feel strong enough to drive to Straub, so I will continue to drive him on long distances.

I have lost quite a bit of weight since becoming his caregiver. I have to do his chores as well as mine, plus be his go-for every time he needs food, drink, medicine, or an icepack for his knee.  I reassure myself that this stress is only temporary and he will soon be able to resume his regular activities.

On Wednesday, I will have to drive David for his physical therapy appointment at 8:30 am and then drive myself for my appointment with my own doctor at 1:00 pm.

Soy, Ketchup, Honey Marinade

July 11, 2016

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Hawaii:  Photo by Ted Trimmer (2009).

As you know, I love to cook.  Lucky David!  I love to try different marinades to make meat taste better.  Veggies are nice and good, but David wants meat.  There was one time when I made vegetarian pasta.  David looked at it and bellowed, “Where’s the meat?!”  After that, I always incorporated meat into the dinner.

We like all kinds of meat: Beef, poultry, seafood, pork, lamb.  My favorite meat is chicken.  David’s is beef.

What makes any of this palatable is the marinade. And there are so many marinades to go with any kind of meat.

Try this marinade on boneless, skinless chicken thighs, for a change:

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SOY, KETCHUP, HONEY MARINADE

½ cup soy sauce

½ cup ketchup

1/3 cup honey

½ teaspoon minced garlic

½ teaspoon minced ginger

Mix and pour over 8-10 boneless, skinless chicken thighs in a greased pan.

Bake uncovered for 50 minutes at 350F.

Great aroma and great taste.

Enjoy!

Conversations

July 9, 2016

David

This is a photo of David when he was in his 30s during the 1980s.

We were at the Straub physical therapy clinic on Thursday, when we had this conversation:

Me: “David has been complaining about a sore butt.”

PT: “Oh, that happens when you sit too long.”

Me: “He probably has a bed sore.  You can die from a bed sore, you know.”

David: “I don’t have a bed sore.  I just have a sore butt.”

Me: “Only way to find out is to bend over.”

David: “I’ll do no such thing.”

PT: “Do you want me to be the referee?”

David: “Just let it go.”

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At home, David took his blood pressure, which he takes on a daily basis.

David: “My blood pressure is 111/59.  Is that good or bad?”

Me: “That’s kind of low.”

David: “How low does it have to go before you’re dead?  Zero, right?”

Me: “That makes sense.”

Staples removed at Straub Clinic

July 7, 2016

On Wednesday, I drove David to Straub Clinic to have his staples removed from his right knee by the physician’s assistant. Here is his wound without the staples and held together temporarily with white strips:

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It was swollen at first, but when David got home, he placed an ice blanket on his wound, and it looks less swollen now.  These photos were taken after the icing.

Those blue strips on the side of his leg were placed there by the physical therapist on Tuesday in order to reduce swelling.

It bothered me that David was so effusive and positive about his condition when queried by a nurse from Humana Insurance Company.  “Oh, yes,” he said, “I am doing very well.  Pain level is minimal.  I am doing better this year than last year.”

Then, a few hours later, he tells ME the truth, “The pain is terrible.  My knee throbs.  I wish I could take Oxycodone more frequently.  It’s hard to wait 6-8 hours for my next dose.  My leg still feels stiff.  It’s not as flexible as I would like.  I wonder when I will be able to drive again.”

Why couldn’t he have told the nurse the truth?  Why was he so macho that he had to lie?  It seems that he only tells me the truth.

David will undergo physical therapy for the next two months, and have a follow up visit for X-rays of both knees in August.

It isn’t over until it’s over.


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