We spent the better part of the past two days involved in checkups and repair. Maintenance stuff.
David’s physical therapist gave him the once over following the fall he took Monday morning. I have strongly suggested to David he is not to step off the porch before he’s had his morning coffee and daylight has safely arrived. But I was trying to protect Johnny from the foxes, says he. (Kathy spotted a couple of foxes a few weeks back, so this could be an issue.)
The therapist proclaimed David sound despite his tumble. Falling is a leading cause of death among seniors, not directly because of a fall, but because of the complications following a fall. Heck, a youngster can take a tumble that kills. A 40-year old in my former office fell off a step-ladder and broke his leg. He then developed a clot that went to his heart and killed him. So be careful on ladders.
I saw my ophthalmologist this morning for my six months checkup following cataract surgery (both eyes), and he pronounced me A-OK. He mentioned that I have several small tumors on my eye lids and asked if my dermatologist had seen them. I assured him she had after he asked if I had experienced skin cancer. Three times, I told him. Good grief, who knew those little bumps barely visible to the naked eye could cause trouble?
Dr. G asked if I had any questions and I said, “How do you grow orchids?” He then took me to his office down the hall and showed me his plants and explained a few pointers. Pretty soon the doc’s assistant came looking for him as he left a patient in another examining room. Enlightened, I came home and told my orchids they will be okay, cause I talked to an expert.