The drip fix it guys are supposed to be here at 8:30. It's 8 now. I'm showered and dressed and ready.
Last night I woke up several times with the itchiest back on the planet. It was the bandage. I almost started to get up and rip it off. I debated for a while. But finally, I went back to sleep. This morning was bandage change day anyway.
It went way more smoothly this time. The most difficult part now is taking a selfie of the middle of my back. There is a little difference between Monday (1) and today (2) but only a very little. It's still not hot and not tender. (I did hear back from the doctor's office after I sent a pic. No biggie, they say, so cool.)

I am weary of the drama and the itching. I have two more bandage changes and then I go in on Tuesday to have them remove the stitches and I'm done!
My Fitbit got a new skill yesterday. It will now notify me if my heart rate dives or elevates. I'm conflicted about this. But, also, while I love my Fitbit, it's not something I'd bet the ranch on. It's been known to say that I did not sleep at all on nights when my bed says I slept great. It thinks my treadmill walking is 'outdoor biking'. It says that even if I don't tell it I'm swimming, it will know and start tracking 10 minutes in. Never happened once. Overall it is great. But, if it told me I was dying, I'd chortle and ignore it, I think. We'll see.
If I do die, though, make sure you check my app and see if they called it. They deserve the credit if they do.
Sometimes I think 'hmmm wonder what xxx will be like when I'm old?' xxx being an ache or an ability or an opinion.
Then I realize with more of a shock than I should have that I am already old. Then I think, do most septuagenarians experience xxx this way? Google sometimes knows and sometimes doesn't.
Biggie is a meatloaf in my lap this morning. I don't hate it.
I might make a Goodwill run this morning - drop off and shop both. I am on the hunt for a rain jacket. Plus I need the steps.
My Dinnerly order arrived last night. I have 3 dinners to make - 6 meals total. I think I'm going to go ahead and make the doubles and just park the leftovers for the next meal. (As opposed to halving everything and doing it twice.) At first glance, it does not appear as if I received anything that I won't be using which is nice. I did go ahead and cancel next week. I sure don't need this every week. Maybe not every other week. But, they make that pretty easy.
Baseball is at 3:10. And there will be crocheting.
Last night I woke up several times with the itchiest back on the planet. It was the bandage. I almost started to get up and rip it off. I debated for a while. But finally, I went back to sleep. This morning was bandage change day anyway.
It went way more smoothly this time. The most difficult part now is taking a selfie of the middle of my back. There is a little difference between Monday (1) and today (2) but only a very little. It's still not hot and not tender. (I did hear back from the doctor's office after I sent a pic. No biggie, they say, so cool.)

I am weary of the drama and the itching. I have two more bandage changes and then I go in on Tuesday to have them remove the stitches and I'm done!
My Fitbit got a new skill yesterday. It will now notify me if my heart rate dives or elevates. I'm conflicted about this. But, also, while I love my Fitbit, it's not something I'd bet the ranch on. It's been known to say that I did not sleep at all on nights when my bed says I slept great. It thinks my treadmill walking is 'outdoor biking'. It says that even if I don't tell it I'm swimming, it will know and start tracking 10 minutes in. Never happened once. Overall it is great. But, if it told me I was dying, I'd chortle and ignore it, I think. We'll see.
If I do die, though, make sure you check my app and see if they called it. They deserve the credit if they do.
Sometimes I think 'hmmm wonder what xxx will be like when I'm old?' xxx being an ache or an ability or an opinion.
Then I realize with more of a shock than I should have that I am already old. Then I think, do most septuagenarians experience xxx this way? Google sometimes knows and sometimes doesn't.
Biggie is a meatloaf in my lap this morning. I don't hate it.
I might make a Goodwill run this morning - drop off and shop both. I am on the hunt for a rain jacket. Plus I need the steps.
My Dinnerly order arrived last night. I have 3 dinners to make - 6 meals total. I think I'm going to go ahead and make the doubles and just park the leftovers for the next meal. (As opposed to halving everything and doing it twice.) At first glance, it does not appear as if I received anything that I won't be using which is nice. I did go ahead and cancel next week. I sure don't need this every week. Maybe not every other week. But, they make that pretty easy.
Baseball is at 3:10. And there will be crocheting.
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Date: 2022-04-27 04:20 pm (UTC)I can't IMAGINE changing a dressing on my back. I have crap shoulders and haven't put on a bra by hooking or unhooking in back in YEARS. I don't bend that way anymore. Go you, flexible woman!
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Date: 2022-04-27 08:24 pm (UTC)Hoping my Rays get the best of your guys tonight! (grin)
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Date: 2022-04-28 02:35 pm (UTC)Sounds like it's healing well!
RE: aging and/or discovering that you're already old: At the moment I'm finding these moments hilarious, maybe because I'm not quite 40 yet. My boyfriend, who is newly 40 and is suddenly experiencing multiple health issues, finds it understandably less funny, but we both have these "Wait...I'm already old!" moments happening more and more often. With me I find myself a lot more scatterbrained than I used to be, and also while I'm doing things like weeding (long periods of time squatting or bent over) I wonder for how long I'll be allowed to keep this up without some kind of repercussions.
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Date: 2022-04-28 02:41 pm (UTC)Another phase you have in your future is the ... Oh shit. Now I'm too old to die young!!
I'm perilously close myself to the age when announcement of my death does not really need a cause of.
But honestly and really and truly, all ages are pretty damn excellent. I'm enjoying the heck out of 73.
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Date: 2022-04-28 03:08 pm (UTC)My boyfriend is already having them. To no fault of his own, he's tried to take care of himself as best he could, but got dealt a crappy hand where genetics were concerned.
I have a lot more snap-crackle-pop in my body, but no accompanying pain yet. Still bounding up steps, lol, but I notice that I have to be careful when I stretch in the morning because I'll often get charlie horses in my calves which are very painful. That's a new thing.
Glad to hear 73 is good! I look forward to whatever years I get with pleasure! :D
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Date: 2022-04-28 06:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2022-04-28 07:34 pm (UTC)I used to have an app on my phone once that would tell me I was bike riding while driving or not moving while running.