Category: My Life

Friday found my hand going under the knife. Since I know my doctor well (she did both my Carpal Tunnels), I was actually relaxed and calm before. She is such a gifted lady.

My neighbor drove me, and this was nice. It gave us time to chit chat and get to know each other better. I cannot begin to tell her how much I appreciate her taking such good care of me.

The numbing agent took a very short time to work and then she lay me down, draped my arm and twenty minutes later, the surgery was over, the hand wrapped, and off I went with a pain prescription, and instructions.

I felt a little light headed, but okay. We drove back, got my prescription, and then home. I grabbed a pillow to rest my arm, and relaxed.

I fell asleep after lunch, and when I woke, all the Novocaine had worn off. Oh my gosh, the pain was so bad! I took the medication, sat down and did some deep breathing.

I slept some in the night, but this morning, I still have quite a bit of pain. But it is over and will only get better from here.

I was just hanging up the phone, this morning,  when my hand gave out, and I dropped the phone and it hit my coffee cup, which went airborne, and splattered half a cup of coffee around the table, the floor and worst of all,  across my laptop.

I sprang into action, unplugging the machine  unplugging the battery, and then I began praying.

Good thing I did. My computer is up and running and I am heaving a sigh of relief! Let’s just hope my hand surgery goes as well.

Wish  me luck!

The weekend went by far too fast, and this actually extended into Monday, as well. I’ve been trying to get caught up with miscellaneous cleaning jobs before Friday, and yet, I am saving the thorough vacuuming until Thursday.

Why, you might ask? Because all I have to do is vacuum the house, Lili will come into the room, sneeze and it seems all her hair comes flying out of her body and covers the floor.

The other last minute item, is the changing of our sheets. I want to do it on Thursday because it will be a bit until I can do it again.

Last night was a celebration at my neighbors. One of her daughters had a birthday, and the other leaves for Dhaka, Bangladesh to teach for the next year. She has been doing this for some time, and has been to Turkey, India, China and now Bangladesh. Quite a resume.

Anyway, cake was eaten, champagne drunk, and great talking! I love these types of events.

Today I dip my head, in the fountain of youth, and afterward stop at the dollar store to buy paper products, so Hubby isn’t overwhelmed with clean-up while my hand recovers.

So, off I go to start the day!

All weekend long, I have gotten the feeling that I am greatly loved. Who, you might ask, is snuggling up to me and showing me copious amounts of love?

If you guessed the dogs, you would be correct. I think they sense a disturbance in the force. Somehow they know, that this week is the week that the nasty, tricky, trigger, finger will be repaired.

The dackels are constantly by my side and even Lili has been staying close. I feel loved. I feel their warmth. Most of all, I feel reassured.

I’ve told them all that it isn’t a big deal. A quick twenty minute surgery and snip, snip, all will be well. Then it is just the recovery time.

So now, it’s the countdown. Laundry, meals put up and ready to go and sheets changed.

Hope you all have a great week!

Well, it was a great weekend. From watching Savannah, to enjoying Amanda’s company. I drove home, stopping at LL Bean to shop for something for me. It was not to be had, but I did find a great deal.

Hubby can never find jeans that fit his tall frame, and long legs. But they were having a big sale, and so I decided to check the men’s section. There I found a pair of jeans marked down to $15.00! Wait, it gets better!

I had a gift card for $14.00 and so in the end, the jeans cost just $1.00! I love a good sale, and so does my husband.

I came home and started to prepare everything I would need to make 4 bean salad to can. I got it all ready, and currently it is in the extra fridge to set overnight. Tomorrow we will can them and see how it all turns out.

I told Hubby that I was unhappy about how the marinade turned out. So I just dumped it and started again. The second time was the trick.

After being gone overnight, I was royally greeted by all the dogs! I think Hubby was happy to see me too, but he did not jump up and down, or try to lick my face!

This week I want to do some deep cleaning. I want the place spic and span clean before my hand surgery. Wouldn’t you know, I am right handed and the surgery will be on my right hand!

A breeder friend of mine, has a female dachshund who just welped 8 puppies. Apparently she delivered a couple naturally, but then was rushed in for a cesaerian. Mother and pups are doing well, but it will be a few more days until everyone will be out of danger.

So that’s all for now. Everyone have a good week ahead!

I drove across the state of New Hampshire to see my hand surgeon. She is the same surgeon who operated on both of my wrists for Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.

She looked at my poor, bent, tricky, trigger finger, and declared that surgery was in my future. I will be operated on in two weeks. It is all done with local anesthesia, so I can come home the same day. I need stitches in for 10 days, then afterward it is a 4 week recovery.

I got in the car and drove home, stopping for the mail at the Post Office. I was driving aong and passed a shop and there was a sign for Lobsters, $6.99 lb! So I actually stopped, turned around, and went back and got them. I also got some nice looking corn on the cob. Dinner was great!

I’m off to spend the day with Savannah! I am so excited to spend the time with her!

Me, at about 10 months old. In the front yard of our house on Clipper Lane.

Falmouth, Massachusetts.

On Saturday night, after I got done doing the dishes, I noticed that my right eye hurt. I got a flash light and Hubby looked at it, but couldn’t see anything.

An hour later, I passed by a mirror and noticed my eye lid was swelling and blotchy red. Hubby checked it out again, but could not find anything that looked like a bug bite or any kind of injury.

By midnight, the eye was weeping, and all night long I woke with an very uncomfortable eye. By this morning the eye was just about swollen shut. I used a warm compress to get the eye to open. I popped more Benedryl and that seemed to help the swelling.

By dinnertime, the swelling began again. I need to do warm compresses, take more Benedryl and then if it is the same in the morning, call my eye doctor.

After the surgeries I have had on both of my eyes to repair my retinas, I am a bit alarmed by this. A call to my retinal surgeons office to run my symptoms by him, will probably make me feel better.

Currently I look pretty aweful! But there is not much I can do, but ride it out.

Our property taxes were due last week, and since I believe in leaving our money in our account until the last second, I wound up in a long line of town’s folk, also paying taxes.

Let’s face it. No one enjoys writing that check to the town. Especially when we get very little in the way of services here.

So, there I was, waiting, when an office worker in flip flops walked by and stubbed her toe on a bench. I steadied her and asked if she was okay?

She looked down and not seeing any blood determined that she was just fine. I was happy for her.

But this reminded me of an incident on our last cruise, and somehow, before I knew it, I was sharing the story with the group.

“On our last trip, I got up pretty early, and grabbed my Kindle, slipped on my sandals and went to the 24 hour buffet to have some tea and read, in the quiet of the early morning. I love it then, because no one else is there and it is absolutely silent.

After a couple of hours, I went back to our cabin to wake up Hubby, and walking in to the dark room, I went over near the sofa, and SMASH! I stubbed my index toe on the wooden sofa leg.

I did a silent scream, not wanting to wake Hubby, and then sat down quietly to look at my email. Oh my goodness, that toe hurt something fierce!

Eventually Hubby woke up and we turned on the light and oh my! That toe was a bloody mess! The nail was torn off, there was blood all over my sandal, and suddenly the pain was even worse!

I soaked it in the tub, and then doctored it up, using all the supplies I brought for such an event, because….I am always doing weird stuff like that!

I wore my sneakers after that, and protected my toe, as I hobbled around on our shore excursion, (in St. Kitts) and doused the pain liberally with Caribbean Rum!

No, I do not do pain well. If I get even a hangnail, I want a morphine drip!”

At that, the Tax Collector burst out laughing, as did a couple of tax payers in line.

It made me smile for the rest of the day. I love to make people laugh, even if I have to break a nail to do it!

The rest of the story is, that nail has not grown back. I’m afraid I shall be nail-less on that toe until my final days! Ah well, that’s one less nail to trim and paint!