Well, it would appear that all is "normal" for this joint.
I think that the last time I logged in was around the launch of the facelift. Things got funky after that.
It all started when I finally realized that I was going to need assistance to wash my hair. I literally couldn't raise my arms over my head. An MRI revealed that I had a disc that was compressing my spinal cord. While ignoring it was certainly an idea that I considered, I had to re-think as the resulting damage was heading into a zone of permanence that would have been unhelpful.
Surgery was the solution of choice but left me looking like I had lunch with Jack the Ripper. Anyone who also has me in their Facebook friends knows all this...
That was late April. Took awhile before I could be at the computer for any length of time. That was around the time I bought Naturally Speaking... but rarely use it because somewhere in my head I think of it as cheating.
In May, I finally took hubby's remains up to the cemetery in northern MN. It takes them awhile to defrost up there. Took me awhile to be [b]able[/b] to do it.
(For those who wonder, hubby was cremated.)
It is VERY strange to see your own name engraved on your tombstone...
(Hubby and I will share a niche. The only information not carved when his was is the year of my death. Like I said... strange)
I've been making a habit of escaping up there every month for a couple of days at a time. Last month I even took a computer with me.
The process of learning how to live again has been...
More recently, I've discovered that the whole spine thing was the least of my problems. Somewhere along the line I have picked up a fun lung disease that they tell me is treatable, not curable. According to the pulmonologist, it won't kill me... whatever is causing my heart rate and blood pressure to skyrocket out of control will get there first. Just in case I wasn't having enough fun, I've developed peripheral edema in mostly my left foot and something is funky with my gallbladder. And heart damage from the whole uncontrolled BP thing.
In a nutshell, that is what I did on my Summer Vacation. I went from being a happy pharma-phobe to taking a colorful array of things that must be swallowed or inhaled. I'm discovering drug sensitivities that I never knew I had.
Did you know that around 60% of widowed spouses die within five years of their partner? True story. Plan for today- beat those odds.
I am on target to reach my 49th birthday.
*sigh*
I very much missed the Soni hugs at the Gathering. There was just no way I could make it.
Coming to terms with all the joy in my life has been challenging. I warn you all that I really don't have the hang of it completely and am sometimes a real PITA. Disappearing posts may just be my friend.
(((((hugs)))))