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susandennisMy back was really hurting when I got up but volleyball really helped. I don't know if it was the PT session two days ago or that I just slept funny. But, I'd like for it to stop hurting. Forever.
John (of John and Hazel) has been having nosebleeds. Finally, they went to a doctor who put a balloon up his nose. That didn't work so he went back and got another balloon. Then yesterday afternoon, Hazel came over to say the balloons were failing and they had called Keith, their son who lives nearby, and Keith was coming to take them to the emergency room. I was very appreciative of her coming to tell me and of Keith - a child who actually springs into action on request and so far has not accused me of anything. Small mercies.
This morning I woke up to find a sweet note from Hazel saying they had gotten home at 11 and "John is FINE". I'm sure at 11 pm after 9 hours in the emergency room, writing a note and finding tape and coming down to post it was not on her list of things she wanted to do. I am so grateful that she did. She and John have been married 60 years. I cannot imagine one without the other and I doubt they can either but they are both crumbling fairly quickly.
Myrna's evil spawn are still clearing out her apartment. I wonder how far they have gotten and how much longer they are going to take. We are ready to never see them again.
I discovered that I have more patience with the exercises if I do them on the bed rather than the floor. Tim did say that was an option. I figure the floor is better because I can add getting up to the list of exercises but I'm still trying to find a way to make them palatable enough that I will actually do them every day.
Guess I'll get dressed and do them now before I can find an excuse not to.
John (of John and Hazel) has been having nosebleeds. Finally, they went to a doctor who put a balloon up his nose. That didn't work so he went back and got another balloon. Then yesterday afternoon, Hazel came over to say the balloons were failing and they had called Keith, their son who lives nearby, and Keith was coming to take them to the emergency room. I was very appreciative of her coming to tell me and of Keith - a child who actually springs into action on request and so far has not accused me of anything. Small mercies.
This morning I woke up to find a sweet note from Hazel saying they had gotten home at 11 and "John is FINE". I'm sure at 11 pm after 9 hours in the emergency room, writing a note and finding tape and coming down to post it was not on her list of things she wanted to do. I am so grateful that she did. She and John have been married 60 years. I cannot imagine one without the other and I doubt they can either but they are both crumbling fairly quickly.
Myrna's evil spawn are still clearing out her apartment. I wonder how far they have gotten and how much longer they are going to take. We are ready to never see them again.
I discovered that I have more patience with the exercises if I do them on the bed rather than the floor. Tim did say that was an option. I figure the floor is better because I can add getting up to the list of exercises but I'm still trying to find a way to make them palatable enough that I will actually do them every day.
Guess I'll get dressed and do them now before I can find an excuse not to.