We all remember the long form for the census which was given to a percentage of Canada's population to measure specific elements in our growth as a nation. I filled out one of these forms years ago and found it to be enlightening. I am joining a health club and I am faced with q long form of questions I feel are very personal and not necessary to use their bikes and other equipment.
I filled out all the routine questions about weight and age and even my physical weaknesses caused by accidents or surgeons practise .The medications and drinking habits might have some relevance as to the degree of difficulty I should be permitted to do.
After the interrogation and assessment I will be given a key to install in every machine that I use so it can be monitored by my personal trainer. No chance of missing a sit up or a few minutes on the walker or even on the rowing machine. For a person who does not like to be told to do anything this will be the closest thing to imprisonment that I will be able to tolerate.
The payback from this intrusion in my personal space will be a sculpted body after a year or so that will be the envy of everyone over 75. Wow if only this could be true. At any rate I will participate up to a point and be happy to say the journey was worth the misery and effort I am prepared to put up with.
Showing posts with label health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label health. Show all posts
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Back To The Health Club
During the months shared in Cape Coral where I attended the health club not less than five days a week I have been very negligent. Yesterday Theresa and I decided that we should look at joining a club here in Oakville. This morning we had a 8:15 appointment at the club and I tried to continue on the program I was on in Florida.
The simple machines that became easy after a few months were not easy after being away for two and a half months. Even now a few hours after my first go at continuing my program I am stiff as a board. I believe this condition is called old age but if I keep at it I should be OK in a week or two.
This health club has full services including a Doctor to help with some of the issues we have. I believe that I will need help in nearly every area for the first while but will enjoy the challenge. I prepared our bikes for some long rides along the waterfront and this should help.
I always thought that working in the garden and around the house was enough but I was so wrong. I lost so much in a short time I believe I have to dedicate myself to a long range plan and stick with it. This will be fun when the cold winter mornings will seem so friendly in front of the fireplace instead of going to the club at 7:30 am. Time will tell... maybe.
The simple machines that became easy after a few months were not easy after being away for two and a half months. Even now a few hours after my first go at continuing my program I am stiff as a board. I believe this condition is called old age but if I keep at it I should be OK in a week or two.
This health club has full services including a Doctor to help with some of the issues we have. I believe that I will need help in nearly every area for the first while but will enjoy the challenge. I prepared our bikes for some long rides along the waterfront and this should help.
I always thought that working in the garden and around the house was enough but I was so wrong. I lost so much in a short time I believe I have to dedicate myself to a long range plan and stick with it. This will be fun when the cold winter mornings will seem so friendly in front of the fireplace instead of going to the club at 7:30 am. Time will tell... maybe.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Fun At The Dentist Office
During the last few days in Florida I lost a crown off one of my front teeth. Besides looking like a character from Kentucky I was about to receive some bad news about the crown. I was able to find after it popped out during a golf game. I secured the crown and went to the local dentist who was kind enough to glue it on for $240. She said there was no guarantee for its life and she was correct as it broke off after a week or so.
Arriving home my dentist looked at the situation and after the x ray gave me the news that the roots of the tooth were cracked and broken and I would need a implant. He explained the procedure and gave me a forty day wait until the specialist came to his clinic. In the meantime he glued the well traveled crown on for the third time again with no guarantee.
For the next forty days I was careful to avoid eating some of my Favorite foods like peanuts and toffee.The day came for me to meet the specialist and he was accompanied by a excellent helper. He again explained the whole procedure and talked his way through the operation. Firstly he had to remove the crown which refused to go quietly. It was so well glued he had to drill it off the base tooth.
After that he tried to remove the broken roots but they wanted to stay put, He finally managed to clear the jaw bone for the next step. I asked to see the little metallic device which cost $350. It was no larger then the eraser holder on a pencil and was made of titanium .This added to the titanium used for my spinal fusion added great value to my old body.
He told me the rest of the procedure would result in a strong vibration and some rather uninviting pressure. The large drill proceeded to cut away my jaw bone and sent splinters throughout my mouth. Salt water was added to the mixture and the assistant touch the area where my gag reflex was ready to explode. He finished quickly and told me that everything was easy and OK. The final part was the installation of the device which would hold the new tooth. However he was about to stitch up my wound and it would be four months before I would get the new tooth. He left as he came fast and furious with a two page list of instructions for me to follow.
This is modern technology and of course it costs plenty. $2100 for that part of the deal and another $1000 for the new crown. I wonder what people do who cannot afford this procedure. All in all I had no option and there is a guarantee. I will be able to smile again in public... after four months.
Arriving home my dentist looked at the situation and after the x ray gave me the news that the roots of the tooth were cracked and broken and I would need a implant. He explained the procedure and gave me a forty day wait until the specialist came to his clinic. In the meantime he glued the well traveled crown on for the third time again with no guarantee.
For the next forty days I was careful to avoid eating some of my Favorite foods like peanuts and toffee.The day came for me to meet the specialist and he was accompanied by a excellent helper. He again explained the whole procedure and talked his way through the operation. Firstly he had to remove the crown which refused to go quietly. It was so well glued he had to drill it off the base tooth.
After that he tried to remove the broken roots but they wanted to stay put, He finally managed to clear the jaw bone for the next step. I asked to see the little metallic device which cost $350. It was no larger then the eraser holder on a pencil and was made of titanium .This added to the titanium used for my spinal fusion added great value to my old body.
He told me the rest of the procedure would result in a strong vibration and some rather uninviting pressure. The large drill proceeded to cut away my jaw bone and sent splinters throughout my mouth. Salt water was added to the mixture and the assistant touch the area where my gag reflex was ready to explode. He finished quickly and told me that everything was easy and OK. The final part was the installation of the device which would hold the new tooth. However he was about to stitch up my wound and it would be four months before I would get the new tooth. He left as he came fast and furious with a two page list of instructions for me to follow.
This is modern technology and of course it costs plenty. $2100 for that part of the deal and another $1000 for the new crown. I wonder what people do who cannot afford this procedure. All in all I had no option and there is a guarantee. I will be able to smile again in public... after four months.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Good News Around
Some days we get mail that tells us of bad news . The last few days were the opposite and gave us news that made us happy and informed. My oldest daughter who works for the federal government has been given a promotion that was well deserved. We were happy and know that the department she works in is better served in as a result.
My friend Doug is going to have some surgery that will help him play golf better and give him a better perspective about his trees. Trees are important Doug but you are a hundred times more important. Go into that surgery as I did and within a minute that they black you out and you wake up miracles happen and the Dr's have fun making sure that they do everything possible to make you better. I have had a few times when I was worried and then I had a very good method of making the wait possible . I used to try to keep my mind on fishing for Char and as I awoke I was surprised I was in a bed with pretty nurses looking after me.
Doug have a great strong surgery and make sure you have dreams that will make the time pass and you will awake strong and ready to face the few days of recovery. Theresa and I will be over to see you in a few days and we expect to see the Doug that we love so much. Polar Bear
Thursday, March 7, 2013
A Slip In Time
A week ago while Theresa was in Texas, I had a slip that changed my plans. I had planned to do so much while I was alone: gardening, planting a new tree and a general cleanup of the garage and the property. Everything changed when I decided to take a shower before bedtime. I had been fishing all day with friends and smelled of fish and fish bait. I decided to have a hot shower and to just stand in the stream to relax and revitalize my tired bones.
All went well for the 20 minutes under the hot water but I decided to shampoo my hair as well. I took too much shampoo and covered my head and the overflow trickled down to my eyes. This happens on a regular basis but this time my eyes really stung... I rinsed and the shower was covered with suds. I reached for the large towel and started to rub my eyes and hair. As I stepped out of the shower my left foot touched the mat but my right foot reached slippery tile.
With my towel over my head, the first thing I saw was my right foot flying in the air and I was on my way back. I pulled the towel tightly over my head fearing an impact with the floor. I saved my head but my right hip and knee met the tile with a crack. I was stunned and lay there naked as a jay bird and in no condition to move. All kinds of thoughts came to pass over my clouded brain. Did I break my hip? My knee, was it OK?
I lay there for five minutes and when the pain subsided I reached for the tortured parts and found everything as it should be except there was a cruel pain in my right leg. I rolled over and attempted to get to my knees. I was unable to do so but I reached the door under the sink and eventually to the sink itself and began to pull myself up. I managed to get to my knees and with a special effort made it up on one leg.
I dried myself off and with the help of the wall and furniture made it to the bed and my clothes pilled up on the floor. I could not reach them so I grabbed my housecoat and with a lurch managed to get to my easy chair. After all the wings were playing hockey and I could not miss that. After a small drink of rum and Pepsi I settled into a sleep in the chair. I missed most of the game but woke up feeling better.
From now on I will never come out of that shower with a towel over my head.
All went well for the 20 minutes under the hot water but I decided to shampoo my hair as well. I took too much shampoo and covered my head and the overflow trickled down to my eyes. This happens on a regular basis but this time my eyes really stung... I rinsed and the shower was covered with suds. I reached for the large towel and started to rub my eyes and hair. As I stepped out of the shower my left foot touched the mat but my right foot reached slippery tile.
With my towel over my head, the first thing I saw was my right foot flying in the air and I was on my way back. I pulled the towel tightly over my head fearing an impact with the floor. I saved my head but my right hip and knee met the tile with a crack. I was stunned and lay there naked as a jay bird and in no condition to move. All kinds of thoughts came to pass over my clouded brain. Did I break my hip? My knee, was it OK?
I lay there for five minutes and when the pain subsided I reached for the tortured parts and found everything as it should be except there was a cruel pain in my right leg. I rolled over and attempted to get to my knees. I was unable to do so but I reached the door under the sink and eventually to the sink itself and began to pull myself up. I managed to get to my knees and with a special effort made it up on one leg.
I dried myself off and with the help of the wall and furniture made it to the bed and my clothes pilled up on the floor. I could not reach them so I grabbed my housecoat and with a lurch managed to get to my easy chair. After all the wings were playing hockey and I could not miss that. After a small drink of rum and Pepsi I settled into a sleep in the chair. I missed most of the game but woke up feeling better.
From now on I will never come out of that shower with a towel over my head.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Camera Trouble
Theresa and I were going to take advantage of a evening without too many things to do.We decided to share some time at the gym. As we were leaving to go I asked Theresa to bring the camera. I never explained why but the reason was to take some pictures of the Xmas decorations in our area.
On the way to the gym which is about five minutes from home we drove to some of the more colorful displays and took some pictures. I cannot believe the effort some people put into their decorations. I believe many of the more elaborate ones are professionally developed.
After viewing many beautiful displays we moved on to the gym. Theresa was taking a Zumba class and I was going through my regular routine. I always begin with a 10 minute warm up on the tread mill. I saw a flash and there was Theresa taking pictures. Picture taking in the gym is a no no and quickly she was surrounded by members of the gym explaining to her that pictures were not permitted. They explained it was because of their liability. In any case Theresa put away her camera and went to her class. I am sure she was a little embarrassed but the people were very nice and I am sure it will not happen again.
I thought I told Theresa that pictures were not permitted within the gym but we got our wires crossed and our hands slapped.
On the way to the gym which is about five minutes from home we drove to some of the more colorful displays and took some pictures. I cannot believe the effort some people put into their decorations. I believe many of the more elaborate ones are professionally developed.
I thought I told Theresa that pictures were not permitted within the gym but we got our wires crossed and our hands slapped.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
A Year Later
The other day I celebrated a very important anniversary. It was a year since I had my surgery which gave me freedom from pain which haunted me for many years. The spinal fusion was a complete success but I still had work to do to become mobile and able to perform physical tasks as well as before.
The surgery left me with a blood clot and some nerve damage to my right leg. I was told that the recovery would take up to 18 months and I believe it. I lost about 30 percent of my back flexibility which means I can pin up my golf ball but when I occasionally sink a putt I am unable to reach down to pick it out of the hole..
Theresa and I attend a gym five times a week and we are enjoying the exercise. I hope that the program I am on will help me with the strength issue and perhaps the other issues which I have. It is difficult to have a problem putting on your socks or shoes but it is a small price to pay for the benefits I received from my surgery.
It is a mental issue and when I become a little concerned about my lack of mobility or any deficit I have physically I quickly remember before time. I now realize my golf game will never return to its best times or my walking will have speed or agility problems. In fact nearly every physical act I perform will be a little less efficient than in the past.
I accept the situation and give thanks to the Dr's who gave me the increased freedom from pain and a chance to live a normal life. When my Dr. told Theresa and I the true fact that I would end up in a wheel chair without the surgery it took me 10 seconds to make the call. I really helped me to have a wife who was a nurse and understood the need for patience and hard work to recover. Our life has changed over the past year and I know that the recovery will be on going for the next period of time.
All in all the past year was an adventure for me and everyone connected with my recovery has made it happen. I am thankful.
The surgery left me with a blood clot and some nerve damage to my right leg. I was told that the recovery would take up to 18 months and I believe it. I lost about 30 percent of my back flexibility which means I can pin up my golf ball but when I occasionally sink a putt I am unable to reach down to pick it out of the hole..
Theresa and I attend a gym five times a week and we are enjoying the exercise. I hope that the program I am on will help me with the strength issue and perhaps the other issues which I have. It is difficult to have a problem putting on your socks or shoes but it is a small price to pay for the benefits I received from my surgery.
It is a mental issue and when I become a little concerned about my lack of mobility or any deficit I have physically I quickly remember before time. I now realize my golf game will never return to its best times or my walking will have speed or agility problems. In fact nearly every physical act I perform will be a little less efficient than in the past.
I accept the situation and give thanks to the Dr's who gave me the increased freedom from pain and a chance to live a normal life. When my Dr. told Theresa and I the true fact that I would end up in a wheel chair without the surgery it took me 10 seconds to make the call. I really helped me to have a wife who was a nurse and understood the need for patience and hard work to recover. Our life has changed over the past year and I know that the recovery will be on going for the next period of time.
All in all the past year was an adventure for me and everyone connected with my recovery has made it happen. I am thankful.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Busy Weekend
ORIGINALLY WRITTEN OCTOBER 28, 2012
Theresa and I had a busy weekend but there were a few things that made it a wee bit interesting. We went to a dance to hear a group that we have always wished to hear. they are called the Del Prado's and are a senior professional group who have been together forever. They sing music from the fifties and sixties and sometimes go over the top and sing some seventies music.They were terrific and Theresa and I sang along with them and enjoyed every selection. We danced and sang and everyone had a great time. We sat with a couple of couples and one was wearing a gun. I asked him about this and he said he always wears his gun. He was from New Jersey so I sort of understood.
Dinner was served and it was very good and during dinner we talked a little about everything. Three ladies were from Kentucky and they wanted to know how we felt about their State. Theresa said she loved that pace and I added my feelings as as well. Two were teachers and we had a great discussion. They were proud of their state and we gave them to feel that way as we always loved the time we shared in that place.
Today we played golf in a windy thirty to forty miles per hour wind. The people we played with did not make us feel very welcome once we were known as Canadians. We had fun anyway and ended the 18 holes in five hours. Home we came and jumped in the pool and were able to cool off and get the supper ready and forget the game. Our scores were way up with the wind and our time shared was a lesson in understanding those who feel Canadians are just not so good as Americans. Actually almost every couple we play with wish they had our benefits and are real friendly and great.
Tomorrow Theresa and I go for our formal test at the gym... fitness center. We will not reveal the results but they will motivate us to work hard and get better.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
In Search of Fitness
Theresa and I decided that this year we would join a fitness center and try to renew our youthful physical needs. Well we did go and join a center and I was amazed at the size and scope of this establishment. We will be assessed by a trainer and given a program to suit our needs.
It is embarrassing when you are faced with the fact that you are not what you used to be. Measuring your fat and calculating the percent of your body is far from fun. Of course all these fitness folk are early twenties and live in the gym. I have to say they treated us with respect as seniors and reminded me on several occasions that they do make a difference but are not magicians. Seems that my barber has that same line. Getting old is sometimes just not fun.
After a trial run on about a dozen machines I realized that I had body parts that suddenly asked to be serviced. The gym is the best answer to sleep disorder and we always sleep well after exercise. After our workout I went straight to the steam room and relaxed and after a shower we retired to our home and had a cool drink.
I was used to the gym but for Theresa it was new and she will take full advantage of all the programs offered. I do not expect too much but it will be great to be able to recover some of the physical abilities I lost after surgery.
It is embarrassing when you are faced with the fact that you are not what you used to be. Measuring your fat and calculating the percent of your body is far from fun. Of course all these fitness folk are early twenties and live in the gym. I have to say they treated us with respect as seniors and reminded me on several occasions that they do make a difference but are not magicians. Seems that my barber has that same line. Getting old is sometimes just not fun.
After a trial run on about a dozen machines I realized that I had body parts that suddenly asked to be serviced. The gym is the best answer to sleep disorder and we always sleep well after exercise. After our workout I went straight to the steam room and relaxed and after a shower we retired to our home and had a cool drink.
I was used to the gym but for Theresa it was new and she will take full advantage of all the programs offered. I do not expect too much but it will be great to be able to recover some of the physical abilities I lost after surgery.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Help From The Professionals
It seems that once you get on the roller coaster with the medical profession that there is no end to getting help. Sometimes it feels that you are just being passed on from one to another. In my case I have received the excellent care I desired and every step to recovery was directed by professionals. It is a long road as I was told from the very beginning but it is nearly completed.
My final stage after surgery is in the hands of a caring professional from Chedoke who is building me a device to enable me to walk normally. I counted 11 specialists who have walked me through the system from pre-surgery to me leaving the system some 12 months in all. Every one played a role and used their expertise to guide me along the correct path. Each specialist stayed within the framework of their particular talent and all delivered sound healing along the way.
Theresa and I are looking forward to the end of numerous visits to medical offices and consultations. Our final {I hope } visit will come in two weeks when I have my fitting for an orthotic which will correct a walking issue. She explained and showed us what she is going to do so I thought I would get a little jump during the two weeds and make my own. I took one of my old orthotics and built up a layered thickness to the device. I used that great material called duck tape. Today Theresa and I went for a long walk and I must say it worked very well. I just thought that if this helped, imagine how much better the professionally designed device will work.
I never took any step along the way without seriously following most of the directions and tried to do what was right.Now that the end is near I realize that without the help of Theresa and family who encouraged me it would have seemed like a nightmare. Instead it was a journey of healing that I am and will be eternally grateful for the rest of my life. Certain words resonated with me after I left the hospital. Everyone who was my caregiver said many times, make sure you do not ruin the gift you received by being foolish.
I feel I have been a good patient with not a lot of patience but managed the best I could.
My final stage after surgery is in the hands of a caring professional from Chedoke who is building me a device to enable me to walk normally. I counted 11 specialists who have walked me through the system from pre-surgery to me leaving the system some 12 months in all. Every one played a role and used their expertise to guide me along the correct path. Each specialist stayed within the framework of their particular talent and all delivered sound healing along the way.
Theresa and I are looking forward to the end of numerous visits to medical offices and consultations. Our final {I hope } visit will come in two weeks when I have my fitting for an orthotic which will correct a walking issue. She explained and showed us what she is going to do so I thought I would get a little jump during the two weeds and make my own. I took one of my old orthotics and built up a layered thickness to the device. I used that great material called duck tape. Today Theresa and I went for a long walk and I must say it worked very well. I just thought that if this helped, imagine how much better the professionally designed device will work.
I never took any step along the way without seriously following most of the directions and tried to do what was right.Now that the end is near I realize that without the help of Theresa and family who encouraged me it would have seemed like a nightmare. Instead it was a journey of healing that I am and will be eternally grateful for the rest of my life. Certain words resonated with me after I left the hospital. Everyone who was my caregiver said many times, make sure you do not ruin the gift you received by being foolish.
I feel I have been a good patient with not a lot of patience but managed the best I could.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Three Months Later
Theresa is my task master and warns me of over zealous actions that could hurt the curing. The most significant change is the lack of pain. After many years enduring pain nearly all the time, there was a tremendous impact on your whole life. The day after the operation that pain connected to the nerve damage was over. The small amount of pain connected to the healing process is so minimal there is no impact what so ever.
My challenge is to keep my patience in check and not expect unrealistic results. All this takes time. In one area I am going to take exception and that is in the game of golf. Dr said I could try to play but no using the driver. I cannot bend to put the tee in place so will play everything off the ground. A light wood (#4) will be my long club and I will have to be content to score poorly for a while.
Throughout this three months I have sung the praises of these Dr's who have given me a second chance at life and of course to Theresa who was with me every step of the way. The process will help both of us to live a more active life and share our dreams of more adventures and travels which require a person to be mobile.
The three months flew bye and I am sure life will do the same so we have to fill our time with all those things we talked about when we were waiting for this cure. I am able to think like all the people who are waiting for their own miracle and hope they receive one like me.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Feeling Great And On My Way To Florida
Yesterday Theresa and I went for our last major Dr appointment to see if I was fit enough to finally get away to Florida. Dr was surprised but happy that I had a perfect recovery from my surgery. During the viewing of the X-rays of the carpenter work he performed, he said I had a perfect work and my recovery entitled me to be free of any conditions. I can even play golf (carefully). I happen to have a large spine and very hard bones so all the nuts and bolts and devices held very well.
I was absolutely happy and after he gave me a letter to enable me to go through customs at the airport we shook hands and I was returned to the real world in 2 and a half months. Hardly 4 to 6 as he predicted. I praise and thank my whole medical staff for work well done and promise to never do anything to dishonour their work by doing something foolish.
Medical science has given me a second chance to be a whole and healthy person and even promised that I might be able to run again in six to eight months, I have zero pain and as I make up my little pill box routine there is no pain control medicine their in.All this work was done for me by doctors who work within the Canadian Medical Association at no cost to me. I was relieved of the burden of economic ruin because of our health plan.
Tomorrow morning at 4 am we will leave and head to our home in Cape Coral. Our family will take care of our home and try to keep our flowers alive while we vacation and recuperate under the sun. Life is good and I appreciate the second chance to contribute to the world around us.
I was absolutely happy and after he gave me a letter to enable me to go through customs at the airport we shook hands and I was returned to the real world in 2 and a half months. Hardly 4 to 6 as he predicted. I praise and thank my whole medical staff for work well done and promise to never do anything to dishonour their work by doing something foolish.
Medical science has given me a second chance to be a whole and healthy person and even promised that I might be able to run again in six to eight months, I have zero pain and as I make up my little pill box routine there is no pain control medicine their in.All this work was done for me by doctors who work within the Canadian Medical Association at no cost to me. I was relieved of the burden of economic ruin because of our health plan.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Guest Post: Notes from the Ward
Tonight when I walked into the room I saw my good old dad smiling back at me. He no longer looked like a vulnerable patient, although I know he still needs lots of help reaching for things. That leads me to the two "grabbers" he has tucked in close beside him that he uses to pull up his blankets and pick up things. They look like formidable weapons!
I asked him if he had any message for this guest post and he smiled and said, "write that in the beginning the concern was all about spines and nerves and now it is all about bladders and bowels!".
And on that note, I'll close by saying how proud I am of his progress. He is weeks ahead of where he expected to be and is a superstar yet again. Nite Pops. Don't let the bed bugs bite!
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| Hey - no hanky panky: he can't bend, reach or lift for 3 months! |
Monday, November 28, 2011
Guest Post: Upwardly Mobile
What a difference a day makes! Yesterday pain was like a cling-on pal who couldn't take hint. Pain was his bedfellow and it was evident in his restlessness, in the creases lining his face and most of all his eyes. He put up a good front but he was clearly agitated. I felt a little downhearted when I left him meditating the pain away.
But today it is a whole different story. Mama T tipped me off that he was in a better space with the pain under control and being up and around a little more. I popped in after work to see it for myself and I am glad I did. He was beaming, sitting up in his bed (30 degrees) having just polished off a delicious (yup - his words) chicken dinner. I scanned the tray and it was seriously licked clean! He chatted happily with Mama T by his bedside and boasted about the fact that he had gone 5 hours without pain meds. He actually did some stairs today and had lots of walking in. Mama T and I think he looks taller ... they say this operation can do that to a person (take note all you shorties out there).
Best of all (thankfully) he finally had a shower!
His talk is all about his recovery and his plans to make it as speedy and successful as possible. When I kissed his stubbly cheek (he hasn't shaved) and walked away, I couldn't help but marvel at his progress and fortitude, and what a difference a day can make.
Lyn
But today it is a whole different story. Mama T tipped me off that he was in a better space with the pain under control and being up and around a little more. I popped in after work to see it for myself and I am glad I did. He was beaming, sitting up in his bed (30 degrees) having just polished off a delicious (yup - his words) chicken dinner. I scanned the tray and it was seriously licked clean! He chatted happily with Mama T by his bedside and boasted about the fact that he had gone 5 hours without pain meds. He actually did some stairs today and had lots of walking in. Mama T and I think he looks taller ... they say this operation can do that to a person (take note all you shorties out there).
Best of all (thankfully) he finally had a shower!
His talk is all about his recovery and his plans to make it as speedy and successful as possible. When I kissed his stubbly cheek (he hasn't shaved) and walked away, I couldn't help but marvel at his progress and fortitude, and what a difference a day can make.
Lyn
Friday, November 25, 2011
Guest Post: Walk On
When we stepped off the elevator first thing this morning, there he was ... leaning heavily on a very tall walker, and walking (albeit tentatively). Standing tall, sitting pretty and clutching the button for his morphine pump, his eyes showed the breadth and depth of his pain. But he swears that it is exactly what he expected. No complaints; just grit and determination.
The road in front of you will get easier with each passing day. Walk on Pops!
Lyn
The road in front of you will get easier with each passing day. Walk on Pops!
Lyn
Guest Post: Onward and Upward
So after months of delay, dismay, regrouping, strategizing and preparation -- he underwent his surgery and came through the other side in fine form. He was rocking an off the shoulder, paisley cotton hospital-issued gown with bright blue paper slippers. I hear they are all the rage this year. His hair was swept in an up-do, off his face to accentuate volume and texture.
He emerged from his procedure humbled blue paper slippers will do that for you, relieved, elated, focused - and of course, in great pain. The surgeon assured the congregated clan that the procedure was a success and that he will be on the mend and vertical in no time.
Dad is grateful that the surgery is behind him and is focused intently on his recovery. He outlined the next steps as he saw them and assured us that he would be up when we went to see him tomorrow.
As we left him to his self administering morphine pump and visions of a long night ahead he has no illusions, his sweet good night and smile were like elixirs for worried hearts.
Good night Pops. Rest well, for tomorrow. the real work begins. Onward and upward and that will probably involve stairs!
Lyn
He emerged from his procedure humbled blue paper slippers will do that for you, relieved, elated, focused - and of course, in great pain. The surgeon assured the congregated clan that the procedure was a success and that he will be on the mend and vertical in no time.
Dad is grateful that the surgery is behind him and is focused intently on his recovery. He outlined the next steps as he saw them and assured us that he would be up when we went to see him tomorrow.
As we left him to his self administering morphine pump and visions of a long night ahead he has no illusions, his sweet good night and smile were like elixirs for worried hearts.
Good night Pops. Rest well, for tomorrow. the real work begins. Onward and upward and that will probably involve stairs!
Lyn
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
People Do Care
Today I was making last minute preparations for my surgery tomorrow. From early in the morning until when I closed the phone at 9:50, there has been a steady stream of well wishers. My children and grand children are concerned of course; and my neighbours came over to offer support and make me feel good. Friends who for years have supported me in my many endeavours called or emailed me. I was wishing I was back in politics again because with this outburst of concern, I could have won every time.
What I am really trying to say is that I am overwhelmed with kindness and it makes me feel so grateful and humble, that I had to express these feelings. I always knew this to be true, but this time there is written and verbal proof. I shall try to be worthy of these sentiments and in turn do my part to add to the pool of well-being and kindness expressed by you to me today.
Thank you.
What I am really trying to say is that I am overwhelmed with kindness and it makes me feel so grateful and humble, that I had to express these feelings. I always knew this to be true, but this time there is written and verbal proof. I shall try to be worthy of these sentiments and in turn do my part to add to the pool of well-being and kindness expressed by you to me today.
Thank you.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Third Time is a Charm
During the last two months I have been participating in the Great Canadian Medical Plan. I am not joking about our system, but I am really showing the universal benefit of such a system. It is not perfect and I am sure that some people fall through the cracks, but it suits me just fine. Since my failed attempt to have a serious spinal procedure some months ago, followed up with a second attempt which ended with a no go, I have had numerous tests by specialists to find out the safest way to get me well.
I must say that the manner I was treated and the care shown by all staff made me feel confident that this time I will have my surgery in the most timely fashion. Yes, I lack the courage of some, and suffer those twinges of fear as my memory of the past is not completely erased. Recent visits to Sunnybrook and and our regional hospital had put me more at ease because I feel that I will receive the best possible care.
My pre-op which was a few days ago cleared my mind as I was treated to the final tests by a senior Dr who took special interest in my case as it was only the second time in thirty five years that she was called upon to work this procedure. Theresa and I listened intently as she described every detail of our upcoming event.We left completely satisfied with our Thursday surgery procedure and are thankful that every care is being taken for my benefit.
If all goes according to plans I should be back on my feet in two or three months and our Florida trip will not be completely missed. Theresa will miss Black Friday the biggest shopping day of the year in the USA but happy that we will be given a great American Thanksgiving at Trillium Hospital. It is very gratifying to receive the support from my family and friends and look forward to getting back to normal and sharing in the workload here at home.
I must say that the manner I was treated and the care shown by all staff made me feel confident that this time I will have my surgery in the most timely fashion. Yes, I lack the courage of some, and suffer those twinges of fear as my memory of the past is not completely erased. Recent visits to Sunnybrook and and our regional hospital had put me more at ease because I feel that I will receive the best possible care.
My pre-op which was a few days ago cleared my mind as I was treated to the final tests by a senior Dr who took special interest in my case as it was only the second time in thirty five years that she was called upon to work this procedure. Theresa and I listened intently as she described every detail of our upcoming event.We left completely satisfied with our Thursday surgery procedure and are thankful that every care is being taken for my benefit.
If all goes according to plans I should be back on my feet in two or three months and our Florida trip will not be completely missed. Theresa will miss Black Friday the biggest shopping day of the year in the USA but happy that we will be given a great American Thanksgiving at Trillium Hospital. It is very gratifying to receive the support from my family and friends and look forward to getting back to normal and sharing in the workload here at home.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Recovering
After 48 hours I was given jello, water and cold tea. I was recovered. I could smile at my visitors and I even combed my hair. My son came to show me films of his son at flying school. I became less emotional. Post traumatic stress took its toll on someone like me who cries at weddings and such.
That evening Theresa brought supper and Kraft dinner and sausages tasted great. I could not describe my hospital menu but who cared; I was well again.
Second Chance
The good thing about this event is that I have a second chance. I asked the Dr's to book me in for my spinal operation ASAP. The OR staff came to see me and tried to explain how this happened. For them it was the second time in their lengthy career. I will be given a battery of tests to check the problem and I shall proceed to complete the task I started. I have full confidence in the system, the nurses, the Dr's, and confident that this time I will get it done. Do I have fear? Yes, but not enough to stop me from becoming healthy once more.
Back Blogging - I'm OK
While I was in the Trillium Hospital I made notes of the events and I would like to share them with you as you might have a similar journey and it might help to make it easier.
High Hopes
Coming to Trillium on Thursday with Theresa at 9:30 am I had high hopes for my future. 10 years of pain from arthritis made me less than I wished to be. I saw the operation as a way of getting back to being healthy again.
Theresa and I entered the hospital like kids ready to receive the ultimate gift - better health.We did all the right things by going through the hoops four times over: name, address, age and once I was asked if I knew where I was and why I was there. Theresa stayed right with me until I was sent to the OR. I was very emotional when I left her but managed to compose myself while I was needled and lines put in place. The room was cold and a mixture of urgent busy people and the cool words from the anesthetist telling me I was going to sleep but I did not. Up until then I was OK and still hopeful.
No, I Am Not OK
The Dr. repeated his statement, Henry you are going to sleep. At that moment a searing hot needle sharp pain penetrated every segment of my body, from all angles. Never did I ever experience anything like it. I tried to yell but it was too late, I fell to the drugs.The next thing I knew I was fighting for my life. I opened my eyes and saw Theresa and the girls, and a Dr. and nurse.
A large tube was down my throat and I was struggling with the breathing tube. I remembered Roma telling me how to survive the tube. You have to get in sync with the machine. I closed my eyes and and tried. I did well but something worse was about to happen. I began to convulse and vomit. Theresa and the kids noticed I was struggling and even though I was tied down I managed to indicate I needed pen and paper.
The Dr. said I was OK. I wrote... dammit. I am not OK. Take out the tube. She waited and after seeing the rising liquid she pulled the tube. I breathed once and threw up copious amounts of liquid bile. I was OK.
I breathed freely and began an hourly routine of getting rid of quarts of liquid. I am sure I would have drowned in this liquid had she not listened to me. Because Theresa and my kids had to see this I tried to humour them by writing on my worksheet: How does my hair look?
I was placed in ICU and my family came in and looked after me with the help of a wonderful nurse Becky.
To be continued...
High Hopes
Coming to Trillium on Thursday with Theresa at 9:30 am I had high hopes for my future. 10 years of pain from arthritis made me less than I wished to be. I saw the operation as a way of getting back to being healthy again.
Theresa and I entered the hospital like kids ready to receive the ultimate gift - better health.We did all the right things by going through the hoops four times over: name, address, age and once I was asked if I knew where I was and why I was there. Theresa stayed right with me until I was sent to the OR. I was very emotional when I left her but managed to compose myself while I was needled and lines put in place. The room was cold and a mixture of urgent busy people and the cool words from the anesthetist telling me I was going to sleep but I did not. Up until then I was OK and still hopeful.
No, I Am Not OK
The Dr. repeated his statement, Henry you are going to sleep. At that moment a searing hot needle sharp pain penetrated every segment of my body, from all angles. Never did I ever experience anything like it. I tried to yell but it was too late, I fell to the drugs.The next thing I knew I was fighting for my life. I opened my eyes and saw Theresa and the girls, and a Dr. and nurse.
A large tube was down my throat and I was struggling with the breathing tube. I remembered Roma telling me how to survive the tube. You have to get in sync with the machine. I closed my eyes and and tried. I did well but something worse was about to happen. I began to convulse and vomit. Theresa and the kids noticed I was struggling and even though I was tied down I managed to indicate I needed pen and paper.
The Dr. said I was OK. I wrote... dammit. I am not OK. Take out the tube. She waited and after seeing the rising liquid she pulled the tube. I breathed once and threw up copious amounts of liquid bile. I was OK.
I breathed freely and began an hourly routine of getting rid of quarts of liquid. I am sure I would have drowned in this liquid had she not listened to me. Because Theresa and my kids had to see this I tried to humour them by writing on my worksheet: How does my hair look?
I was placed in ICU and my family came in and looked after me with the help of a wonderful nurse Becky.
To be continued...
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