When the preop nurse called yesterday to work up my medical history (which, I discovered later, she already had at hand), she asked how often I took exercise. Every day, I responded.
Weight watchers counts housework as exercise, and so do I. When I discovered that some forms of housework gave me as many “points” as water aerobics in the pool, I decided to take another look at the $40 per month I pay for my gym membership.
I read this week in one of my many magazines or books on health and nutrition that only 20 percent of weight loss (or gain) is associated with exercise and eighty (80) percent with what I eat. This morning, having finally cracked the code and discovered an almost fool-proof-way to make tasty high-protein bread, I have started another loaf. I say almost fool-proof, because I am prone to leave something out from time to time. (My great fear is missing the bake pan altogether and pouring the sloppy mixture directly on the heating element.)
I am especially diverted if the neighbor kid knocks on my door with a huge box, accidentally delivered next door. I open the box to discover turmoil: two broken bags of bird seed, 12 boxes of gluten-free flour, new plastic containers the worse for wear, having spent the trip rubbing against the new metal pan, disarray, complete disarray. Amazon must have hired seasonal help to work in the warehouse again. The result was me working up a sweat cleaning up the mess.
Yesterday, my new kitchen stool arrived. David assembled it only to discover two missing legs. This morning, he shipped the incomplete item back to the dealer (Gold Violin). Hopefully the replacement stool won’t have six legs. (He tried to find the stool at Home Depot before he resorted to the mail order company.)
Years ago, a mail-order bird-cage arrived missing a part. I called the dealer, who had just started a small company in his garage, and he drove all the way from Baltimore to replace the missing piece. Amazing service, but that was then.
Having elected to skip the preop joint class, I called the joint coordinator about my post op precautions and other matters that affect my recovery. I also established a post-op physical therapy schedule for August and began my pre-op exercises. I have moved my other medical appointments to September, and very nearly completed all the forms, paperwork, interviews, etc. for this upcoming surgery. Now if only my general practitioner signs off on the surgery tomorrow I will be ready to undergo the knife next week.
John came over yesterday and finished some of the repair work he began in June, including re-cementing the shower tiles. He will install another grab bar in the shower next week. I had the raised toilets and grab bars installed in every bathroom when David had his hip replacement surgery. We have kept other items to assist in recovery, such as the walker I used with previous surgeries, the rollator, reacher, and shower stool.
My SIL installed a railing outside the door, to assist one climbing the outside stairs. Kathy says she will walk the dogs to help out. She tells me, Crissy, the dietician up the street has been helping Sue F. with her diet designed to reduce joint inflammation. Last week, John installed grab bars for Sue F.
Kathy says she got Brother Dunston to place my name on the prayer list at the Monastery. I told the pre-op nurse who took my medical details to have an RC priest at the ready if necessary. It sure helped my recovery from hip replacement surgery last year.