Cows, cheese and stong bones

Joy and one of her cows.

Joy and one of her cows.

Mage over at Postcards said I should check in periodically to let people know I’m alive.  So here’s to checking in.

David is feeling pretty good.  Victor the nurse took his bandage off yesterday and David had a shower, the first since his surgery. He’s wearing nylon compression hose to keep the swelling down and was able to change those finally, using a clean pair from his first knee surgery.  I suggested he throw the newer dirty ones in the wash in case he had another knee surgery….God forbid.

David is walking with a cane, which is pretty good given he had the joint replacement surgery a week ago.  It seems longer because we’ve been so busy.

He just pushed the walker to the laundry room to put it away…one more piece of junk gone.  I’ve been working on a clutter-free floor with the notion that falling is our worst enemy.  The Occupational Therapist inspected the house last week, looking for hazards.  She comes Thursday to show David how to get into and out of the car safely.  I will drive him to see his surgeon at the hospital center on Friday for staple removal, so this is timely.

I saw my surgeon yesterday about my right shoulder.  No torn rotator cuff, but it is inflamed, irritated by my using it to lift heavy things.  He gave me cortisone shot and said it should be better in three days. Fine with me, I was happy to have it X-rayed and found sound.  I’d never seen an X-ray of my shoulder joint before.  I have strong shoulder bones, no osteoporosis nor osteopenia, two afflictions my 50-year old stepdaughter Julie suffers with.

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Yesterday, I read that the Dutch are the tallest people in the world, and scientists attribute their height to a love of cheese.  Makes sense to me.  I just finished a book a few weeks ago about the genetic makeup of the British and Northern Europeans.  The book included a discussion of the Funnel-Beaker people, a tribe that domesticated dairy cattle and developed a gene for lactose tolerance.

The hot spot for the Funnel-Beaker tribe and its milk gene is an an area that today is centered on the Netherlands, Denmark and part of Germany and spreads from there west to Britain and south to Switzerland.  Because all but one of my great-grandparents had origins in this area, I like to think the Funnel-Beaker tribal genes have reassembled in me. My mother was Dutch, her parents were Dutch and their parents migrated from the Netherlands to the US as children in the nineteenth century. All my other genes come from Dad’s side.  My parents were both born in Wisconsin, the land of the cheeseheads, and we all love/d milk and cheese.

My youngest granddaughter Joy is majoring in agricultural science with a concentration in dairy farming. She loves cows. Joy worked for the Southern Dairy Association last summer, the people who made the “got milk” ads. She will graduate from Virginia Tech, otherwise known as “cow tech” next spring. Cows are us.

24 thoughts on “Cows, cheese and stong bones

  1. Sounds like David is recuperating quickly. After I broke my hip I found that my best friends were the PT folks … they can help so much. I guess, at age 82, my bone density must be OK since I’m not walking bent over like so many of my contemporaries. I lost faith with those tests while working at the hospital and learned that they were big money-makers for the hosp. and very often not warranted.

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  2. Guess I got skipped over on that lactose tolerant gene. About 20 years ago I became lactose intolerant. I can have a spoonful of ice cream or tiny bite of cheese if I take 4 Lactaid. Otherwise, I am a very sick chicky.

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  3. May I borrow some of your Dutch genes? I love cheese, have always loved milk , yogurt etc etc, but dammitall I still have osteoporosis. Blaming my Swedish and French ancestors… Lol! ( not really … I don’t blame anybody for any of my problems. ). Odd,y our daughter has amazingly dense bones.

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    • Oh those genes. They do amazing things. I have a grandson who looks like my grandmother’s grandmother’s brother. Now that’s what I call skipping a generation or two.

      Seriously, osteoporosis is a scary complaint, and I wonder if the scientists will figure out that some have a gene that makes them more vulnerable. I ca weeny you need that FL sun.

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  4. I’m glad David is getting better and your shoulder is better. I’ve only had a cortisone shot in my shoulder once, but it really didn’t help. I hope your shot is more effective.
    Anyway, I love cheese of almost any variety so I hope it helps keep my bones from shrinking too.

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