Sunday, October 2, 2011

7 LONG Weeks

Tuesday, August 9, 2011 is a day I am not to forget too quickly.  Steve had been riding a roadbike since last year and I tried to keep up on my hybrid, which was frustrating -he was aloways faster than me!!  He got a new carbon bike, so I took the Allez.  We went to Encinitas for vacation and went out for our morning ride, in preparation for the Tour de Tucson in November. I had been to a bike shop there and got new HoHa cream (female antichafing creme), so I was ready to go!!  We came out of the condo complex and started pedaling.  As we all know, parking is a premiun in the San Diego area, so there were care parked, as well as those wizzing by.  I have a complex about a flying car hitting me an dleaving me splayed on the pavement with a completely broken body, so I told Steve we needed to rethink this path.  We turned onto a little street and were turning around in a driveway, when all of a sudden i saw a wooden telephone pole and a fence on my right side, as my bike leaned completely to the right and the bike went kerboom!!

I kind of looked around to see if anyone saw me fall,, and there was no one around, even Steve.  I felt a horrible pain in my right arm and looked down to see a bleeding leg and foot still in a clip.  I tried to unclip myslef to no avail.  An then I hear "oh there you are.  I thought I heard a THUD".  Steve got me out of the clip and sitting up.  We decided he had better fgo back and get the Jeep because I was not going to be able to ride back.

We got back to the condo, and Rob, my brother from the other mother, whose family was spending the week with us, took a look at my arm and his rugby days came back to him.  I had a dislocated shoulder.  He had me bend over and popped it back into place.  That was a strange noise!!!  I iced it and took Motrin and spent a day at the beach in the condo.

On Wednesday morning, we went to CVS and got a sling.  This was on our wayt o take the boys Whale Watching---which was great!!.  When we got back, I thought I should call my fav orthopedic group and make an appointment for when we got home.  When I called, they emphatically told me to see someone in San Diego.  After Steve got back from the beach, we went to Scripps.  They called the facility an Urgent Care, but it was an ER to us!!  I was diagnosed with a proximal humerus fracture, and they gave me pain medication and told me to be seen at home.

I went to the doctor on Tuesday, and the doctor ordered an MRI and continued use of a sling for 3 weeks.  It was not just any MRI....it was an arthogram---they inject dye into the joint, after injecting the skin with Lidocaine.  Well, why have the needle, when you have to have a needle???  the radiologist agreed, so he did it---3 times!!!  I literally passed out when it was done, so I was so embarassed!!!  But, I had the scan done....

The MRI showed that I had a significant injury----PT was ordered and I did it for 3 weeks...without a lot of help.  I saw the doctor on Wednesday, and I now need to see the shoulder specialist on Thursday, as the original specialist agrees that I have not progressed as expected.  My shoulder hurts....my mid arm hurts....i cannot lift it very far....Thoughts are that I will ahve to have the scar tissue cleaned.  

It has been a royal pain!!!  You use your right arm for everything!!  Even walking hurts, vecause your arm moves!!  I could not drive for 4 weeks!!!  That was the worst!!  At least with my foot in a cast, I could see why I could not go.  With cancer, I could go anywhere to get away from my thoughts.

Everyone says a shoulder is the worst thing to fracture--and I beleive it!!  I am soooo frustrated watching Steve prepare for the Tucson race.  I was so excited to do it!!  Exercise is so hard to do now because the arm moves!!  

My new goal-----Tour de Mesa in April!!!


Sunday, September 11, 2011

Things I Need to Blog About

This is my list of blogs I need to write...
  • Encinitas  Vacation
  • The Shoulder
  • Me and the Bike
  • The Canner and I
Hope these com soon!!  

All Dogs Go to Heavn

Mikella, my mom's dog. went to heaven yesterday.  Did you see the storm last night?  It was Mikella and Coco, our old dog, fighting over who we loved more!!

Where was I?

On September 11, 2001 I was at a Society of Otolaryngology-Head and Neck Nurses meeting in Denver, CO.  Steve called me early in the morning and asked me if I was OK, because he had a bad feeling.  I told him he was nuts and to go back to sleep.  A little while later, he called me back and told me to turn on the TV.  I saw the reruns of the first plane going into the tower, and I thought it was just a plane gone wrong.  then, I saw number 2....I called Steve and then my mom....then the phones would not really work due to the influx of calling.  I got into the shower and hurriedly got ready for my meeting, knowing that many of my friends were from the NYC area.  I went downstairs to the meeting, to meet a somber group of people.  TVs were everywhere...People were crying....Trying to call their loved ones...

An announcement was made...No classes would be held, as scheduled in the AT&T building next door, as it was under lockdown.  At that point, I decided to try to get home. I kept trying my phone, and when I could get through, the wait was forever....and then I was disconnected.  One of the physicians I work with was at the physician meeting at the convention center...that was the ticket...literally!!  I walked over there and everything in the usually busy exhibition hall, was quiet and exhibitors were dismantling their spaces.  I found Dr. G and we discussed how to get home.  He had found that there were no cars available for rent....no planes were leaving the airport...but he would let me know if he found a way home.

I went back to the meetings, and felt the love of everyone coming together.  Scheduling of the meeting had been done a year prior, but there was a general session on healing for the nurse....After the session, a large group of us decided to have dinner together.  Since at that point we all knew our family was safe and we realized we were all there for awhile, we relaxed and had a good dinner together.

As Wednesday dawned, it became quite apparent that I was going to be in Denver for awhile...especially since Dr. G had caught a ride home with 3 other AZ physicians in a compact car!!  The airlines were making reservations for Friday--with no guarantees.  I had a flight out at 8AM Friday morning!!  For some reason, I had packed a couple of extra days clothes...I helped to pack up the meeting and then my group just went wandering around the area.  We went on a tour of the US Mint--something I might never have done. 

Friday morning came and I left at 5AM for the airport.  I got there and there was a long line.  The airport personnel (not yet TSA), went through my luggage with a fine tooth comb.  Everyone in line was silent or just spoke to each other in hushed tones.  I was then told I could proceed to the gate.  It was eerily quite, as I walked alone up the ramp.  When I got to the gate area, there was only one couple there, also trying to get to Phoenix.  We talked to each other, and then welcomed another person.  As each passenger came up to the gate, we welcomed another to our group.  It was time to board the plane...I am not a good flier to start with, so I was VERY nervous.  I was buckled into me seat, and a Middle Eastern man came down the aisle.  My first thought was fear....then I had to think..."He is only trying to get home too".  I was never so glad to get to Phoenix!!

When I got home, Steve shared with me an experience he had with Will on September 11...If he had shared it prior to my arrival home, he knew I would have walked home...With all of the phone issues, the phone at home rang as Will was going ready to go to school.  Will thought it was Steve, so he called him back numerous times, but was unable to get him.  He left Steve a fearful message that something had happened to him since he left for work.

It is a day that I will never forget....

Thursday, July 28, 2011

The Husband and the Centipede

Once upon a time, in a world far away, a husband and wife were soundly sleeping.  Now, the wife does not sleep well during the summer because of the horrible hot flashes.  On this night, the wife finally fell asleep, only to hear a yell and feel a jump out of the bed.  While the husband jumped, he yelled "I've been bit"!!!  and the sheets were flying, only to find nothing.  The wife moved the comforter to see a site like no other---a centipede!!  The husband grabbed some TP and sent the centipede on the ride of his life.  He then became paranoid that he was poisoned!!  Out came google and research began....He then got up and went into the family room and iced the area and just stewed.  When morning came, the wife asked to see where the injury occurred.  A spot was no where to be found---but it "still burns"....

Finally all is well....and the husband is cured!!!


Sunday, July 24, 2011

Communication

Today in Sacrament meeting, the topic was ancestors and how they have imparted their knowledge, feelings, experiences, etc. to us.  Using a pen and paper or storytelling was their only method.  When you think of  the cavemen and generations prior to the pen and paper, we see petroglyphs as a method of communicating.

As Angie Nelson was speaking, I was thinking of how easy we have it now......Everyone with an internet connection has the ability to have a free blog and it can me made private, so that your innermost feelings are just yours. 

I thought of the news story that I heard this week....schools are not teaching cursive writing,  Research has found that with the computers and electronic methods of communication, it is not needed.  Isn't that sad?? I find myself writing less and less and using the computer more and more. 

Letters will soon be a thing of the past.  We get an email from Will every week, and a hand written letter about every 6 weeks.  In the past, missionary families were lucky to only hear from their missionaries every 6 weeks, if that often.  If we do not hear by noon on a Monday, we begin to wonder what is happening.....then I think of missionary families of only a few years ago....and I realize how lucky we are.

With social networking, Will's first pension, Alex, became my friend on Facebook.  I was able to check on Will every so often.  It is amazing that through our computers we have almost instant access to someone 15 hours away by plane!!  Alex and I became friends, and I hope that our family has been able to help his family with their future and he has helped our son become a great missionary!!

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Never Again

In 1999, we traveled to a family reunion in Ironwood, Michigan.  We decided Will needed the family road trip!!  We had the best time, for 10 days.  We went to the Church sites in Nauvoo and Independence.  We listened to the tapes of the "Work and the Glory".  We would stop and eat at local restaurants and look at anything on the side of the road that intregued us.  All in all it was a good trip...until it came to finding rooms at night.

We would drive until something struck our fancy, we were hungry, or the AAA book told us there was something we wanted to see.  We stayed in Tucamcori, NM when the weather was so bad that the 18 wheelers were stopping.  We stayed in Kansas City, Rockford, Hurley, Durango, Breckenridge, Duluth and many other places over the 10 days.  But one night will live in infany...

We were on our way home and had a day of bugs hitting the windshield so bad that we had to stop and clean in a few times.  We were tired....and every place we stopped in Iowa had a "No Vacancy" sign.  One one door it said something about a NASCAR race.  Being a non-NASCAR person at that time, I had no idea it was race weekend and what that entailed.  After going into numerous lobbies, we finally saw a Holiday Inn about 12AM that said "Vacancy".  We were so tired, we took it.

Our room was on the backside of the complex.  We parked among the car haulers and went into the room.  Now we had been driving for hours and I wanted nothing more than  a hot shower and the bed.  I went into the door and it looked clean.  I went to take a shower and there was mold all over in the bathroom tiles.  I told Will to not touch anything and to just use the toilet.  The beds looked clean, so we went to sleep.  In the morning, we did not shower, just hurried and left, after letting the manager know what a dive it was and getting our money back!!

So...we waited 10 years to return to a Holiday Inn..and it was just because priceline.com's name your own price put us there this weekend.  On Saturday morning, after I showered, I went into the bed area to get my stuff together.  Something yellow caught my eye....It was a HUGE stain on the comforter that had been by my face all night!!  If looked like a dry pee stain!!!  We called the front desk and after at least a half hour someone came to change the bed.  That was the only service we had to our room the entire weekend-unless you count the maid coming by at 4PM, as we were finishing getting ready for the wedding, leaving towels!!

When we checked out this morning, ass the lady said was "your room is paid for"....no how was your room...no did you enjoy your stay...no nothing!!!  Needless to say, Holiday Inn, Priceline and Travel Advisor will be hearing from me!!!