Why is it that everything I hear from doctors these days has the word “aging” attached to it? I have had back problems all my life and today, I learned from my new orthopedic surgeon, that I have something called scoliosis. This means my spine curves to the side. He showed me the x-rays on his computer and there it was a my funny looking spine. “Don’t you love computers?” I asked him. I am like that. I look at my body parts disintegrating and am “dis-interested.” Or is that disassociated? I’m sure some shrink could make a meal of it.
According to Dr. Hughes I have had this condition all my life. “God made you that way,” he said. On top of that, and associated with aging, I have Lumbar spinal stenosis LSS, a narrowing of the spinal canal in the lower back. Apparently, this too is age related.
The scoliosis and stenosis have been made worse by arthritis. Like a pile of poorly stacked tinker toy joints, one of the disks looked as if it would pop loose at any moment. The misalignment causes me severe sciatica which is worse some days.
The stroke I had 7 years ago made the left side of my body weaker than my right side. After all these years, I still have a tendency to fall down stairs, trip over my feet and have my leg give way from time to time for no apparent reason. This falling down was the major reason I stopped wearing high heels.
Dr. Hughes asked me what kinds of cancer I had, and I told him skin cancer: Melanoma and Basal Cell. In addition, my oncologist, Dr. Christie ran tests for chronic myelogenous leukemia (CML) all last year. The CML tests proved inconclusive, so for now I am not concerning myself with that problem.
Dr. Hughes told me that at some point I will face surgery, but in my twisted mind I thought, “Not if I die from something else before then.” I almost said so, but did not want to make him laugh. I don’t know that he would have laughed, but I liked him and don’t want to discover he had a sense of humor as warped as mine.
The good news is that I can work in the garden as long as I can work in the garden. As I have placed four orders for garden stuff in the past few days, and Amelia says she will help me this summer. This is good news.
All the above, the heart attack I suffered in 1998, and Shingles a few years ago make me think I should not worry about today’s problems and just enjoy one day at a time. Today, the sun is shining.
B is also for baked goods. David and I stopped for lunch at our favorite sandwich shop, Mancini’s. Barbara Mancini wasn’t there, she was in Fort Lauderdale, returning today according to her manager. This was Barbara’s first vacation ever. She is a swell lady entrepreneur who has worked night and day to make her little café survive. She can often be found in the back with her cook staff, but she will come out and say “Hi” to all her customers from time to time. When Connie and the girls lived closer, we used to celebrate birthdays there. That was a lot of fun.
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B is also for birds. On the way back from Dr. Hughes office, we passed the Northern Virginia Episcopal Seminary. There on the school grounds was a huge flock of Canada Geese. They were grazing on crab grass seeds on a hillock and basking in the sun. A happy gaggle of several hundred geese. The Canada Geese once flew overhead in V-shaped flocks every fall, honking and flapping their wings, and heading south. Now they stop here and have become almost year-round residents. Why not. The geese have grown more numerous and formed bands of loud, fat, and dirty birds fouling school grounds, green spaces and everything in between. They have adapted to urban living along with the other creatures who roam our urban streets: foxes, coyotes, and the raptors who pick off song birds at bird feeders.
“I can’t look,” said David. That’s why I like it if he drives. That’s also why he likes to drive, I like to look and he hopes to live to age 90. One of my sociology professors told me we became sociologists because we are nosy, we like to look, we like to walk along streets and peer through windows, and imagine how others live. David kindly says I am a noticing kind of person like Miss Marple.
B is also for the bird seed I dropped all over my kitchen floor this morning. I had just filled a container, and half of it spilled out when I dropped it on the floor. Good grief. is this what is meant by dropsy?
B is for books…what I got to hit in what remains of this afternoon. but first I am going to step outside and check the bulbs.