Fast times on Cleveland Street

No Way Out

No Way Out

I visited my bone doctor yesterday and have scheduled knee joint replacement surgery for July 17. Owing to changes in the law, Medicare no longer covers the cost of a rehab facility following this surgery.  I did not use a rehab last year with my hip replacement surgery, and wouldn’t this time.  In-home therapy worked just fine.  Visiting nurse handled everything medical.

It was time.  I have been in agony with my right leg for months.  Doctor Mac measured my leg and found it 1/4 inch shorter than the left leg (I told him it was).  No wonder I walk like a sailor with a peg leg.  This causes much stress on my new right hip and back, and leads to sleepless nights. I don’t blame you, I told the doc who performed my hip surgery. We have to get it stabilized, he said.  I told him a chiropractor had told me years ago my weight was unevenly distributed.  I have probably always had a shorter right leg. And, born with a deformed left foot, I have always placed the bulk of my weight on my right leg (why I was so grateful when I had a stroke, it paralyzed the left side of my body, not the right.)

After the doc and I agreed to knee replacement surgery, David says, “I’m 85, who will take care of me?”  Doctor Mac, a devout Catholic, takes my hand and David’s and says,  “I will pray for you.”

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After the Doctor’s prognosis, I told David, I can’t blame you anymore for my not climbing Mount Kilimanjaro.

The latest Arthritis Forecast magazine featured an article (August issue?) on some guy who climbed Kilimanjaro for the Annual Arthritis Walk. When I read the article Sunday, I whined to David, I will never get there now, because you can’t walk well.

Maybe they have a way to ride there?  As 30 percent of the wrinkly boomers will suffer with arthritis, perhaps the local authorities should install a train, like the one that carried me to the top of Mont Blanc in Switzerland, or the one I rode to the top of Pike’s Peak. Must cater to the tourist trade.

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I told Kathy about David’s comment in the doctor’s office.  She laughed and said, I will walk the dogs, and fix some food too.  I told Kathy that I would fix some food before I went in the hospital, and freeze it for David to eat while I am incapacitated but she could feel free to feed him too. He will eat anything, I told her.

Kathy says, yes, Arlington has a dog tax.  We think the new girl in my vet’s office reported Clare when she had her rabies shot in April.  “I pay my annual property tax, then walk across the hall to pay my dog tax,” says Kathy.  I hope the county doesn’t institute a cat tax.”

Then we talked about Helene who has four dogs, while the county allows only three per household. I said, my goodness, three years ago we had four dogs, too.

Because Kathy has no access to Internet, we will sign her name to the online petition to save the local park.  Kathy says Sue F was almost killed yesterday, when she tried to turn on Second Street.  With Fort Meyer at one end of the street and a new Mega high school at the other end, can you imagine what the traffic will look like in a few years?  It’s a nightmare now with all the cut through traffic.  Thank goodness I don’t commute anymore.

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16 thoughts on “Fast times on Cleveland Street

  1. Sending best wishes that all will go well … they scheduled that surgery pretty quickly — must have realized how badly you needed it. Thank Goodness. Sounds like David will be well taken care of. //// On your other scribblings: we did Pikes Peak with our son driving … you haven’t lived until you drive a mountain like that,( or a Colorado Jeep trail,) with a kid you remember teaching to drive in what didn’t really seem like that long ago.

    I hope you keep your sense of humor etc intact through the pain for another (less than a) month … and I know it will go well and recovery will go well too.

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    • I had been seeing my bone doctors (I have several of them…bad arthritis) almost continuously for the past few years. I’ve had surgery on this knee in the past. I suppose doc M. agreed with me that the time had come to take the big step. I could have had this surgery done around the tenth of July, but I have other medical tests I want to get out of the way first.

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  2. Who will look after us?
    That is the biggest problem we have too. While I am fit and active (except for occasional AFib) it’s not so bad, but I don’t really want to do everything anymore. I want somebody to take the cares off my shoulders, not have them heaped on me by my nearest and dearest.

    I had a bout of arthritis last night, it must be turning to rain soon.

    I hate the thought of getting old. 85? I neither think I’ll get there nor do I want to.

    Good luck with the knee surgery. You are lucky you don’t have to wait for it, like we do.

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  3. Can’t believe you’re headed for yet another replacement surgery. With all these synthetic parts, you’ll soon be known as Dianne, the Beltway Bionic.

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  4. Good luck and best wishes, Dianne. My hubby will see his surgeon on July 8. If approved, the surgery for his left knee replacement will take place in September, hopefully after my 50th class reunion.

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  5. Glad to hear you have a friend to look in on David while you recuperate. I gather there is no family close by?

    I have been helping a friend from church who needs both hips replaced. One in bone-on-bone and the other one is completely shredded. She refuses to quit going out and stay home and rest. She is in severe pain and it’s hard to get around, but she insists on going places. She doesn’t use her walker, either, when going out, just a cane. It will be at least two months before they can schedule surgery for her really bad hip. I’m not too sure who will look after her after her surgery. She tends to burn bridges and seems to have few friends.

    I have been talking with another friend who has had hip replacement surgery about how difficult it becomes when one’s friends and family are elderly and unable to help. We have both said we need younger friends. I am hers.

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    • I think you are a lot like Kathy. I live in an aging neighborhood. We sort of look out for each other. My daughter is two hours away. David’s daughter is closer. We might see one or both of them when the time comes. We also have long term care insurance, but I doubt I will use it.

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