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.”
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.
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.