Monday, January 25, 2021

Breaking a Non-existent Bone

Turns out there's some ambiguity about what a hip is.  We speak of breaking a hip, but apparently a hip is not a bone that can be broken—this despite the lyric, "The hip bone's connected to the thigh bone."  A hip is a joint, the coming together of the top of the leg bone (femur) into the socket of the pelvic bones.  (I say boneS, plural, because there are three of them that bond with each other at puberty.)

So usually a broken hip means a fractured femur, broken near its top into the joint area.  This is what happened to me and this is my non-medical understanding.🥴

Saturday, January 23, 2021

Upstairs!

 For two and a half weeks I did not go upstairs to our bedroom or closet or my office.  But this morning I made it!  Bravo!  Thanks to Steve for encouragement and support.😘

Except for dust, things were in fairly good order.  Over ten years ago my friend Rebecca was in an awful auto accident in Indiana.  It was months and months before she even got back home to Champaign, much less up the stairs of her house.  So I took a lesson:  don't wear ratty undies, and have the bed made when you leave home.  One never knows.

Out of the blue, I texted the accomplishment to my two sibs:              "I'm upstairs!"

My brother in Indy responded:                                                         "Oh, I didn't even hear you come in the house."  Wah wah wah


Friday, January 22, 2021

Prologue in My Pocket

 What does one think about lying, in the ER as paperwork is processed, x-rays studied, decisions made?  What to focus on so as to keep from going bonkers during two and a half hours on the operating table?  Or waiting for sleep in a strange room with unfamiliar lights and sounds?  I’m relieved to say I had a recently acquired resource.  In the weeks leading up to this accident I had been memorizing my own mixed-translation version of John's prologue, in the Christian Bible.  I printed and pocketed the text, then pondered and practiced it while walking of a morning.  Having something positive to focus on while I was in these situations was helpful and calming.  Here's my version.

In the beginning was the Word.  The Word was in fellowship with God the Father.  And the Word was, as to his essence, absolute deity.                                                      This Word was, in the beginning, close beside God.

All things came into existence through him, and without him,                                         there came into being not even one thing that exists. 

Life was in him.  And this life was the light of the human race.  The light is constantly shining in the darkness, and the darkness did not overwhelm it.

The Word was the light that spiritually enlightens every human being.                      This Word, the genuine light, was coming into the cosmos.

He was in the world and the world was made through him, and the world did not recognize him.  He came to what was his own, and his own people did not accept him.  But to anyone who did accept him, he gave the right to become born ones of God, God's children, yes, to anyone who believed in his name.  They were born not from blood, or from physical passion, or from the intention of a man, but from God.

And the Word became flesh and lived among us, pitched a tent among us, moved into the neighborhood.  And we saw his glory, glory as of the Father's one and only, full of grace and truth.

Out of his full store we have all received grace upon grace. 

For the law was given through Moses;                                                                         grace and truth came through Jesus the Anointed.

No one has ever gazed upon the fullness of God's  splendor, but the one and only Son—who is himself God, uniquely begotten, and who is intimately close to the Father—he has made him known, has unfolded for us the full explanation of who God truly is.

NIV, NT Wright, David Bently Hart, Kenneth S Wuest, NEB, Message, Passion translation mix

Thursday, January 21, 2021

Walkin'

 
Today's great pleasure was a walk, a real walk outside!  I have been walking—10,000ish steps a day—since COVID-19 discouraged the Fitness Center.  Steve and I have walked parks, small towns, and neighborhoods all over Champaign-Urbana.  If we wanted different scenery, we'd drive five miles or thirty miles and walk there.  Sometimes we called friends to join us since meeting inside was risky.

Weekday habit was for me to walk around nearby Lake Devonshire (3,000 steps) first thing most mornings and then Steve and I to take a longer walk in the afternoon.  It was on one of those first-thing walks that a single patch of unseen ice laid me low. 

My step count has dropped from 10,000 to 1,000 a day (lots of putzing around the house, plus physical therapy and MD appointments).  I've missed being outside.  But today it's over two weeks past injury and with temps in the 40s, I had to try it.

So with Steve at my side and walker in front I went out.  It was great.  A couple of neighbors sympathized and walked with us a bit.  Charming man on the corner whose wife has had her share of ambulatory issues brought out two tennis balls to donate to the walker and gave me a bigger grabber thing.  We joked with him about running a medical supply house.

I made it all the way around our little three-sided block. ðŸ˜…

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

It's Gonna Take Some Time

I went to see the orthopedic doctor Monday with high hopes.  Maybe I'd be released to put more weight on my injured leg; maybe I could be less walker dependent, maybe  even able to go upstairs* or sit cross-legged if it didn't hurt. 

But no.  Turns out it takes about six weeks for bone to heal—longer in some cases, apparently not shorter for anyone my age.  And, while working on the assigned physical therapy, I otherwise need to just realize that it's going to take time to heal. 

OK.  Looks like I'm gonna be spending more time on this trusty walker.  It's actually an amazingly helpful device and I have fitted it out to just what I need at home or going to appointments.

From top left here are  >hand sanitizer (Sara's special)                 >phone pocket      >extra bag   >handy carry bag—by Tina!      >reading glasses       >hair clip       >mask       >grabber thing               

    Many thanks to Brother John for the use of this fine chariot!                                                                           


Sorry this isn't pretty.  I can't figure out how to wrap text on this site.        

*Not walk up the stairs of course.  That would be scary, and, who am I kidding, impossible right now.  But I'm thinking I can try it step-at-a-time, sitting down backwards.  With a spotter.  At some point.  Hmmm.
 

Tuesday, January 19, 2021

Confession

For over fifteen years, I have resisted admitting my problem. 

I've tried three drugs for a few months to a few years each with no satisfactory result.  I've tried weight-bearing exercise (weighted vest anyone?), dietary improvements, and mineral supplements.  Of course I have gotten prayer.  These are good things.  But alas—sigh—this remains:  I have osteoporosis.

Doggonit.  It's hard to say that.  Why is it hard to say that?  It's not like it's a character flaw.  It's not from lack of attention to good health.  My mother has it; my grandmother had it.  They both had kyphosis, the grandma hunch back, in their last years.  The National Osteoporosis Foundation reports "Studies show that half of all women over the age of 50 and a quarter of men will break a bone in their lifetime due to this chronic, devastating disease."  Is anyone else stunned by that number?  Half! 

It makes me feel old.  That's it.  Who falls and breaks a hip?  Old people.  Sigh.  I thought I could beat the odds, but nope. 

And now, I seriously have to accept some kind of intervention so this doesn't get even worse.  (Thank you dear medical friends for not saying, "I told you so!")  We met with an energetic young endocrinologist this morning who seems to know his stuff and who has a clear recommendation.  I consulted with knowledgeable MD friend, Crystal, for approval.  And now I'll just have to take the medicine and pray for God's mercy. 

Monday, January 18, 2021

Yea! Yea! Staples gone today!

Maybe I should say "Hip hip, hooray!"  (Ugg--bad pun)

Ortho Dr. K says I'm doing well, but not to get feisty and rush the process.  Got it.  Actually, I feel like I could go to sleep right now.