tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56684040062837135302024-03-14T05:47:58.948-04:00it just Dawned on me . . .Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.comBlogger691125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-17890726019414721822021-03-27T12:48:00.002-04:002021-03-27T12:48:27.413-04:00"Come on, just one more!"<p>I wrote this post for a community Facebook page, which got published today, and thought I'd share it here. </p><p>Enjoy! (And feel free to ask me anything in the comments.)</p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p style="text-align: left;"><b>“Come on, just one more!” </b></p><p style="text-align: left;">I’ve been hearing, saying, or thinking that phrase my whole life. When I was a chubby kid, I always wanted just one more cookie. When I was an overweight teenager, I wanted just one more Chicken McNugget. When I was an obese young adult, I wanted just one more slice of pizza. And when I was a morbidly obese adult, I wanted just one more cheeseburger. Nowadays, I push myself to do just one more pushup.</p><p style="text-align: left;">So, how did I go from “just one more cookie” to “just one more push-up”? Weight loss surgery. Specifically, gastric bypass. </p><p style="text-align: left;">It took me about 10 years, many different diets, and an all-time high of 343 pounds to make the decision to do it, mainly because I thought of it as “quitting” or “taking the easy way out.” Weight loss surgery is neither of these things. What is it? It’s a tool. And just like most tools, the effort you put into using it correctly determines how well it works. And honestly, I think it’s much harder than losing weight in the typical manner. Why? Because even though it physically makes it much harder to overeat, it doesn’t fix the mind. If you’re someone who is obese because you’re bored, use food as a reward, or ignore your feelings through the use of food, weight loss surgery is not going to magically fix these things; these habits and feelings don’t go away simply because the scale is quickly trending downwards. What it takes is changing your habits: exercise; eat better; and avoid using food as a reward, something to do, as an emotional crutch, etc.</p><p style="text-align: left;">I had gastric bypass surgery in 2013. What got me there, finally, is a very embarrassing and humiliating experience, which happened twice within a week: I was unable to buckle my seatbelt for the first time in my life while flying both to and from Las Vegas. The flight going to Las Vegas was more embarrassing, because the male flight attendant shouted up to his coworker at the front of the plane that he needed the seatbelt extender. Coming home, the woman flight attendant grabbed an extender, palmed it in her hand, and quietly slipped it into mine, for which I was grateful. But it wasn’t just those two moments. It was the five years leading up to them: the frequent acid reflux and heartburn; the fact that I’d go to grocery store, buy three (yes, three!) candy bars and eat them all before I even left the parking lot; and it had become very difficult to find clothing I liked AND that actually fit, which is really hard mentally when you’re only 39 years old. I realized I’d be 400 pounds in no time if I didn’t do something.</p><p style="text-align: left;">So, I signed up for an information seminar, made the decision, and did six months of pre-op preparation and testing to make it happen. Over the last seven years it’s been quite the journey: I lost 143 pounds; had a tummy tuck with muscle repair; then developed back issues, which resulted in lumbar fusion in 2020; regained 50 pounds after back surgery due to the pandemic, less activity, and emotional eating; and now I’ve discovered I have bursitis and osteoarthritis in both hips, as well as gluteal tendinosis in one hip. Even though it hasn’t been completely smooth sailing, it was the best thing I ever did for myself and don’t regret it—it helped me to change my habits and my lifestyle. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Do I still want “just one more” when I decide to treat myself? Absolutely, and that will probably never go away. But the last seven years has helped me turn that desire for “more” into pushing myself more to do just one more pushup. The desire to continue to be a weight loss surgery success story outweighs my desire to have that extra piece of pizza. </p></blockquote><p></p><p>I included the pictures below with the post. My "before" picture (left) was taken in September 2013. I took a cruise to Bermuda with two of my sisters. I was roughly 340 pounds at that point. Three months later I had gastric bypass surgery. My "after" picture (right) was taken in Huntington Beach, CA, in September 2016 while on a business trip. This was about six months after I started working with my trainer. I believe I was around 220 pounds. I had gained back about 19 pounds at that point and stayed there until I had the abdominoplasty in March 2017. I got down to 200 and then regained that 20 pounds. I hovered around 220/230 until March of 2020 when I had back surgery. Then...well, the pandemic hit and I had a rough year, both mentally and physically. But I'm doing much better now. </p><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitOk8Cr2SzOYlUvEcft3qwTb7_dsHoo0DMwqJoCGT2FhE53nXkuNAmEjvPl4VDyr8nN9hlUF44qRqt2qjxWPnj7IRl9VFXH3Nn19nIqAVHvW9d-3dgONtDnCQlSgspx5zVyfn2BELliwE/w188-h400/September+2013+Bermuda+Cruise.jpg" width="188" /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6OoNV34Xo4qrcf_R0ILT47tBT-FjDwCVo98sYr1U-EQ-S6SiFYsmC40lEbeawwkYYAeIgiEo_Ps0jDT-Dsdtwkn5qmOv15pTAkjJAc3r170-tYus_F-Hj5lWhbbWuzOpl3cyx8fYaNa8/s2048/2015-09-21+15.09.42.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6OoNV34Xo4qrcf_R0ILT47tBT-FjDwCVo98sYr1U-EQ-S6SiFYsmC40lEbeawwkYYAeIgiEo_Ps0jDT-Dsdtwkn5qmOv15pTAkjJAc3r170-tYus_F-Hj5lWhbbWuzOpl3cyx8fYaNa8/w225-h400/2015-09-21+15.09.42.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div>I'm now working on losing the excess weight I gained in 2020 after the lumbar fusion. It's hard to believe that one year after two back surgeries, I'm able to do standing chest presses with a 50-pound barbell. It might not sound like a lot of weight, but it is for someone who has always had shitty upper body strength and had major back surgery a year ago. I'll always need to protect the fusion, but I'm almost back to where I was prior to surgery and that's a good feeling; I never thought I'd get to this point.<br /><div><br /></div>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-9420820021064459782021-03-07T07:30:00.002-05:002021-03-07T07:30:34.517-05:00fitness challenge update--just a bit late<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3062L8Y9GQN55cvfyCdT82MuRiPoqtAYHIROXlDWnelBftfSmXfzUbjXDmnxKLX81FdXlXUeSTHVirniLf2Ikr7sJDVgZrP1U3u2GSb-euZiGRxuqg_rheFN8oNJmdkRb0uejl1YnAvA/w640-h480/1615120139742723-0.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Part of my fan club. 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And then one person who needed to provide some information had system problems, too--his server crashed--so I had to ask an IT person to create a report for us in order to get that information. Let me say, the guy is a saint--he turned it around in an hour!</p><p>Given the rough week I had, I didn't eat very well at all and it showed on the scale.</p><p>Then this past week I had cortisone shots in both hips. I'd had an MRI a few weeks ago, which showed bursitis and osteoarthritis in both hips, as well as some tendonitis in the left hip. The hip pain has been ongoing since probably June of last year, which is a really long time! I'm pretty sure a lot of it was caused by recovering from back surgery during a pandemic, since I couldn't get out much and get back to a regular routine. I'd had two rounds of cortisone shots last year--one worked and one didn't. I'd been dragging my feet since November in regard to going to a hip doctor (back surgeon gave me the shots) and finally in January I sucked it up and made an appointment. The doctor ordered the MRI and the follow-up appointment was really frustrating and disappointing. I left feeling like he didn't listen to me at all. Some doctors don't seem to understand that someone who has had gastric bypass surgery is pretty limited when it comes to oral medications. I can't have any NSAIDs, like Advil or Aleve, which are the things I need right now since they reduce inflammation. Tylenol can be used with no problem, but I've been taking it daily for 3+ years--usually the max daily dosage in one go, sometimes twice a day, which is A LOT--so my tolerance for Tylenol is extremely high. At this point, it doesn't even work for a headache anymore. And lots of doctors will not prescribe pain meds these days, which is really my only option now if I want real, fast pain relief--it's incredibly frustrating. Also, I think some doctors are biased against weight loss surgery, which can affect treatment. So, not only did this doctor become visibly frustrated with me when I asked about short-term pain relief until I can get the pain under control through physical therapy and/or cortisone shots, he also didn't explain anything about the MRI results in terms of the arthritis, which is a new diagnosis for me. I struggled with the decision, but I went in search of another doctor and it turned out to be a good experience. He showed me my MRI and x-rays, and explained everything he was seeing; he told me to ignore the arthritis for now as it's very mild; and he showed me some YouTube videos of exercises I can do to stretch out and strengthen my hips muscles. He gave me the cortisone shots Thursday and today I'm feeling a lot better. The pain isn't completely done yet, but I definitely feel much better than I did before the shots. Also, the pain from one of the shots (left hip) was pretty bad these last couple days. Thankfully that subsided yesterday.</p><p>This week's story is I ate better, but didn't get in many workouts since my hips were killing me after the cortisone injections. </p><p>So here's my progress to date: I've lost about 11 pounds, I'm journaling my food intake everyday, and I'm eating better. I'll take it!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-55079935104475440992021-02-08T08:03:00.002-05:002021-02-08T08:03:57.890-05:00fitness challenge update<p>I've just finished my first two weeks of my new meal plan and workout routine and I'm happy to report I've lost a total of nine pounds. </p><p>I started two weeks ago at 253.4, which is quite a bit more than what I was this time last year. As of today, I'm 244.4. I had a much bigger drop last week (7.4 pounds), but it's pretty typical to drop a lot the first week and not much the second week. </p><p>My new meal plan averages about 1,980 calories right now, with a split of 26% carbs, 37% protein, and 37% fat. That's actually A LOT of calories for me given how small my stomach is after weight loss surgery--I've been struggling to eat everything each day and hit my targets. I recently bought several Isopure protein powders, which I'll use to boost my protein intake without adding many calories and almost no fat and zero carbs. I also got some lower carb protein bars, as well as a few items I haven't tried before. I'm pretty excited about the brownies. They're pretty big and they have only 7g carbs, which isn't bad compared to some other protein bars. I've been good about logging everything I eat in MyFitnessPal. Looking over my food journal, I noticed I ate more salt this past week, and I also had a couple days of not feeling well. I'm guessing that's part of why I didn't lose as much this week as I'd hoped. But it's a new week!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><p>I've logged all my workouts, too. But that's almost unavoidable since they're planned out and are in an app I use to track them. My new plan consists of six workout days and one rest day. I have two days of all body weight exercises, one HIIT day with kettlebells, one day of kettlebells and dumbbells, one resistance band day (worst day of the week!!), and one day with my coach. So far the hardest one was the body weight day, mainly because there are two exercises that were really tough for me because my piriformis muscles have been killing me: the single leg drop and step-ups for the same reason. I also had a tough time with the dumbbell renegade row, which is part of the dumbbell and kettlebell workout. I had a really hard time keeping my balance while lifting one hand up off the floor. Practice makes perfect, though! I'll get there.</p><p>Overall, I'm feeling much better because I'm not eating crap all day anymore--I ate A LOT of Cheddar Jalapeno Cheetos and Andy Capp Hot Fries this past year! </p><p>On to Week #3!</p><p><br /></p>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-30451893726750539362021-01-31T13:40:00.003-05:002021-01-31T13:40:16.121-05:00time to overhaul my fitness routine<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NB3BCPLlRKb9_UNyF1uY778lwcsPlgAiBm2P7VJvqE7mWBtzAEL3pNHiuKnrn6ZMqpG9I51o_PtGBDlPue-DsePADHOGMHPE4OtOo8uBdy16eR6OdXpo_EwUmHxsDXuC2xXBfABLK9g/s1254/20201206_192435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1183" data-original-width="1254" height="604" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NB3BCPLlRKb9_UNyF1uY778lwcsPlgAiBm2P7VJvqE7mWBtzAEL3pNHiuKnrn6ZMqpG9I51o_PtGBDlPue-DsePADHOGMHPE4OtOo8uBdy16eR6OdXpo_EwUmHxsDXuC2xXBfABLK9g/w640-h604/20201206_192435.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roscoe</td></tr></tbody></table><p>Yet again, another month has gone by and I've posted only once. It's not that I don't have anything going on or anything to say about it. I've just been very lazy about posting. That's about to change: I plan to start posting once a week.</p><p>I'm taking part in a 12-week fitness transformation challenge, <a href="https://rbtshow.com/rbtrx-challenge/" target="_blank">RBT/Species Nutrition Transformations Challenge</a> through <a href="http://www.RBTshow.com" target="_blank">Radical Body Transformations</a>, which starts tomorrow. Participants will have 12 weeks to show the most radical body transformation. After 12 weeks, the winners will be declared. Anyone can enter and it doesn't cost anything. In fact, participants can win cash and prizes. </p><p>I started the meal plan last week and it went well. It's six meals per day and roughly 1,900 calories right now, though I believe that will be changing very soon. To be honest, it was actually too much food, mainly because my stomach is so small now. I also have to again get used to eating on a schedule. Last week it felt as if I was eating all day long and couldn't eat all the food. But at least I'm eating healthy now: salmon, turkey breast, vegetables, etc.</p><p>My workouts will be ramping up this week, not only in frequency but also the exercises. I'm nervous about that, mainly because of the hip issues I'm having. I worry about having pain mostly. I really have nothing I can take--no prescription pain meds, can't take NSAIDs because of the fusion and weight loss surgery, and Tylenol doesn't do anything unless I take the max daily dose in one shot (yes, I'm talking 4,000mg in one dose). I'm not too worried about hurting myself since I know what I can do and what I can't or shouldn't do. </p><p>Why am I doing this? 2020 was hard. Like, really hard. Not only because of the pandemic, but also because I was recovering from two back surgeries (March 2020), coming off the opioid pain medication I'd been on for almost a year (man, does that ever play with one's mind...), dealing with lots of physical restrictions, getting myself back to full working hours, transitioning to working from home full-time, trying like hell to eat right, and then gearing up to get back into the gym. It...didn't go so well. I gained almost 50 pounds last year. Yes, 50 pounds! My eating was way out of control and even though I got myself back to working out, it was slow going between the physical restrictions and now hip issues. My coach told me about the challenge--he's one of the coaches--and thought it would be a good thing for me, and I agreed. I really need a strict, guided program right now. I initially lost 143 pounds after weight loss surgery, and it's pretty damn scary to see how 1/3 of it came back in about nine months. I don't want to ever go back to 343 pounds--ever! So tomorrow I begin. </p><p>My plan is to post here each week, possibly with photos, and update you on my progress. It will help me stay on track and keep me accountable, which is what I really need at the moment. </p><p>Let's get it started!</p><p><br /></p>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-6906607447162800932020-12-31T20:39:00.001-05:002020-12-31T20:39:26.536-05:00good riddance, 2020!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh40eZ0csfO6J3O9_KRrA2wr9AJ6h4RVFT0QQHdDcTcZb5fRzVhnqU0FH3KkdtHwVzn24-A9u1TY9i8o0l_tqXeHqk8FbPxYVYlosmCczyeaoJCUu5OmxS6dvtfS0tYF1rRzsxnpSGHmH8/s2048/20201225_082113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh40eZ0csfO6J3O9_KRrA2wr9AJ6h4RVFT0QQHdDcTcZb5fRzVhnqU0FH3KkdtHwVzn24-A9u1TY9i8o0l_tqXeHqk8FbPxYVYlosmCczyeaoJCUu5OmxS6dvtfS0tYF1rRzsxnpSGHmH8/w640-h480/20201225_082113.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p>So...how many of us are elated 2020 will be done and gone by midnight? I can't imagine many people are disappointed. That said, while 2020 sucked (pandemic; we lost several kitties--<a href="https://itjustdawned.blogspot.com/2020/11/another-goodbye.html" target="_blank">Oscar</a>, <a href="https://itjustdawned.blogspot.com/2020/06/a-hello-and-two-goodbyes.html" target="_blank">Tessa and Tigger</a>), there were some good things that happened.</p><p><b><u>Health</u></b></p><p><u>Back Surgery</u></p><p>I finally had my lumbar fusion back in March. I no longer have sciatica, which is great. Recovery went well physically for the most part. My first surgery was March 3, right when the pandemic was picking up speed, and the second was March 17, which is when schools started shutting down and events were being cancelled. Recovering from back surgery during a pandemic was tough, because I probably would have felt better if I'd been able to get back to a regular routine earlier. With everything being shut down, my life became just trips to the pharmacy and the grocery store, and that was only after I could drive myself. I took a few trips prior, as I was absolutely desperate to get out of the house. </p><p>Mentally, it was...rough. That's probably an understatement. While it really sucked having to be home all the time due to the pandemic, and then moving to remote-only work once I was cleared to start working again, it was much harder coming off the opioid pain medication, which I'd been on for almost a year. At the time I had absolutely no idea that weaning off after so long could cause depression and anxiety--two things I'd never dealt with before. I really, <i>really </i>wish the doctor or the physician's assistants had told me what to expect. But they didn't. (I assume it's because the pain management doctor was managing my pain meds before surgery, and then that was transferred to the back surgeon's team. And don't get me started on the PAs--they sometimes made me feel like a drug addict.) I knew about the possible physical side effects--thankfully I didn't have any--I knew nothing about the mental effects. So, since I had no idea all this emotional turmoil was common, I spent weeks getting worse and worse, thinking I was just a basket case and having no idea what was going on. My poor husband had no idea what to do with me. (And, honestly, I didn't even know what to do with myself.) I contacted the doctor's office to ask if it was the gabapentin, since that can cause issues. They took me off of it, but I was still a mess. After talking to several people in my life, it became apparent that all of this was the effect of weaning off the pain meds. I contacted the office again and the PA's answer was, "We don't prescribe anti-anxiety meds. Go see your primary doctor or a therapist." By the time I finally got an appointment with the primary doctor, I was just about done with the meds, but she prescribed an anti-depressant, which I don't think helped at all. But once I was off the pain meds, the depression and anxiety just magically went away. Never once did the PAs ever suggest that maybe it was the pain meds and the fact I was weaning off after a year. </p><p>I'm back to working out now. Although I'd gone through physical therapy and started doing some light workouts at home--partly to get back into shape and build my strength, but also to feel a little bit "normal"--I didn't go back to my personal trainer until October, mostly because he needed emergency knee surgery, but also because I wasn't cleared to do all that much yet, which meant I wouldn't really get my money's worth from going to the trainer. </p><p>I'm having some issues with my hips now, so I plan to see the hip doctor. My back surgeon gave me several cortisone shots for bursitis, but they didn't help the second time around. The hip issue makes it hard to sit at my desk for very long. Since I have a desk job, that makes work difficult sometimes. It's a bit depressing to have fixed one problem and now be dealing with another. But at least my back is fixed, I guess!</p><p>Some days.<span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Other days.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHOHFHNiUG3WnT99XJj0eLTesH0ZIMfDjkc4uyeI6xaAzKw0gQ19eVCYqXEfUs-wSQrkIFpHrcKTEelioFI4Sevonw_j1Kt2wjEUNzYEi-PyHJT-u9I7xbxxQY2D6ULTcGISzRmHsoEMI/s2048/20200909_215855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHOHFHNiUG3WnT99XJj0eLTesH0ZIMfDjkc4uyeI6xaAzKw0gQ19eVCYqXEfUs-wSQrkIFpHrcKTEelioFI4Sevonw_j1Kt2wjEUNzYEi-PyHJT-u9I7xbxxQY2D6ULTcGISzRmHsoEMI/w300-h400/20200909_215855.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrbQ4dB_XHRPnvoQdn5pERar3jMPZTy6TvINrKCtR3MiApG9G8VNuKE7j9n4_gUE1BJxnzxsfAQgH51xTsZfrFwtNz2ll6jBs4-oer1ScJArXYAfQQwXuLfoQug8XQvh8tXxfj2ShWks/s2048/20200909_220002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrbQ4dB_XHRPnvoQdn5pERar3jMPZTy6TvINrKCtR3MiApG9G8VNuKE7j9n4_gUE1BJxnzxsfAQgH51xTsZfrFwtNz2ll6jBs4-oer1ScJArXYAfQQwXuLfoQug8XQvh8tXxfj2ShWks/w300-h400/20200909_220002.jpg" width="300" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Cancer Scare</u></div><p>A couple months ago I had an abnormal mammogram for the first time in my life--I'm 46 so I admittedly haven't had all that many yet. It was very unexpected and I was beating myself up for being six months late, which was due to COVID and the back surgery recovery. The whole time I told my logical self that it's very likely nothing since breast cancer doesn't run in my family and if it IS something, it's very early and would be completely treatable. But my emotional self was scared as hell that it would be something. I had another mammogram on that one breast along with an ultrasound and was then told it's very likely nothing, but I had a choice to come back in six months for another mammogram or have an MBI done, which stands for molecular breast imaging. It's like a cross between a mammogram and an MRI, along with an injection of a radio tracer. I went for the MBI for peace of mind, as I know people who either knew or suspected something was wrong an ignored it; were misdiagnosed and it was too late once they got a correct diagnosis; or were just completely blindsided because there were no symptoms. Although it was nerve-wracking, it turned out to be nothing! Now it's just a matter of checking up on it every six months.</p><p><u>Weight</u></p><p>We won't go there. All I need to say about this is that I had two back surgeries during a pandemic and also had to deal with coming off opioid pain meds. I've got some work to do in the kitchen and out in the gym...</p><p><u><b>Finances</b></u></p><p>We were able to sell our old house right before the pandemic hit. We'd we'd rented it out to various people when we moved six years ago. That was a huge mistake, but thankfully we no longer have to worry about that house or anything else that goes along with it. The closing was about a week before my back surgery. Now that we don't have another mortgage to worry about, we've been able to pay off some credit cards, though we still have a long ways to go.</p><p><u><b>Christmas</b></u></p><p>How does Christmas manage to come so fast every year? Especially this year. I thought for sure this year would drag by slowly, but it seems to have gone by faster than any other year. To me, at least.</p><p>As usual, we went to <a href="https://www.osv.org/" target="_blank">Old Sturbridge Village</a> for their <a href="https://www.osv.org/event/christmas-by-candlelight-2020/" target="_blank">Christmas by Candlelight</a> program. Given the pandemic, it was different this year. There were attendance restrictions and people were not able to go inside the buildings or get food samples, which is normally my favorite part, especially the mulled cider. Some exhibits were moved outside, while others were done inside, but the windows and/or doors were open so people could look in. Parts of the village that are normally closed for this program were open this year, like the Freeman Farm and the blacksmith shop, where we got to watch them making sleds. They also piped music throughout the village, which was a nice touch. We didn't spend as much time as we normally do since much of the time we spend there is usually inside the buildings, which were mostly off limits, but we still had a good time. We came home with goodies from the gift shop, like village-made tin lanterns and books about old houses, and a local antique store where I got more antique glass Christmas ornaments. Afterwards we went to a late dinner at the <a href="http://www.oxheadtavern.com/" target="_blank">Oxhead Tavern</a>.</p><p>Some of my "new" ornaments:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAxicdHuCvq6s63NZ8M513Hu_XG3Sh_iis4kXK1XG05kZgjOWOguG2sakknsV-owX0br5LNehOjm386KZBpGiOTJuW7vNVsU-VlbzhU54OP-Bdrydu4TYEewTpL0xrrzYd7_x6eRsiGCc/s2048/20201213_125458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1692" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAxicdHuCvq6s63NZ8M513Hu_XG3Sh_iis4kXK1XG05kZgjOWOguG2sakknsV-owX0br5LNehOjm386KZBpGiOTJuW7vNVsU-VlbzhU54OP-Bdrydu4TYEewTpL0xrrzYd7_x6eRsiGCc/w264-h320/20201213_125458.jpg" width="264" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYov7OE7zstyW9Vqis9GV9DybhrBdkhRka_2UsqTSqFZaFqF0b5FISFXkqZ-c1z7Nr9G1sGlbdIxDxLjZqJp9SV2Bpt9s_pO6Ccu6RenQr9QYyKS0nuQZ3NuXVkz1e8Thfq8cSS3zxQA/s2048/20201213_125511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1620" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYov7OE7zstyW9Vqis9GV9DybhrBdkhRka_2UsqTSqFZaFqF0b5FISFXkqZ-c1z7Nr9G1sGlbdIxDxLjZqJp9SV2Bpt9s_pO6Ccu6RenQr9QYyKS0nuQZ3NuXVkz1e8Thfq8cSS3zxQA/w253-h320/20201213_125511.jpg" width="253" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ZLOJE_noa6ZH_X_iBWMlEW6_u__OQbFQ6v4yYe47IALwqfsdPQ3yTy9DjC-MbamM86gJGv_lmyatUickHVCY9moyYeVJH-_WXbtrggWAIz7XZ7_A1j4QrhMmJ31aYugZmhdDnOFYXBU/s2048/20201213_125534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1566" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ZLOJE_noa6ZH_X_iBWMlEW6_u__OQbFQ6v4yYe47IALwqfsdPQ3yTy9DjC-MbamM86gJGv_lmyatUickHVCY9moyYeVJH-_WXbtrggWAIz7XZ7_A1j4QrhMmJ31aYugZmhdDnOFYXBU/w306-h400/20201213_125534.jpg" width="306" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSHjFDkBEpLshmznVqjZXcTCkAKbTJH742wLtlatDKH_PQ_7uApkon6vyFh7qYGh0y2ZpVyuEPP18c10-rE7HZvvLwEOwo2uD2vwrexWUxZKrAvQAf3cQ4bidLDeHSlEds0d2y-_PxI9I/s2048/20201213_125608.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1317" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSHjFDkBEpLshmznVqjZXcTCkAKbTJH742wLtlatDKH_PQ_7uApkon6vyFh7qYGh0y2ZpVyuEPP18c10-rE7HZvvLwEOwo2uD2vwrexWUxZKrAvQAf3cQ4bidLDeHSlEds0d2y-_PxI9I/w258-h400/20201213_125608.jpg" width="258" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>At Old Sturbridge Village:<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQvvRkWliEuUExVoDo0eLVQpHcZxeAC6esXpNgUG4CNwotzueX_jcw10-m-2B_W2ie_kLQhJI7MIVMF2tsx9n6lyRktQax8se7TOOlFBejwKjwwA7EremCj5wEKp2H0VNIxgYbn-CI4A/s2048/20201204_170346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQvvRkWliEuUExVoDo0eLVQpHcZxeAC6esXpNgUG4CNwotzueX_jcw10-m-2B_W2ie_kLQhJI7MIVMF2tsx9n6lyRktQax8se7TOOlFBejwKjwwA7EremCj5wEKp2H0VNIxgYbn-CI4A/w300-h400/20201204_170346.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRrgNWiuMm5RXvqQdbyFyMo4enl5vgKUXGe-DgTQZ08j-DtiCNTr7sRdfGoDWZNIuCkZUK5Y1mx61UAwHS-Vl3hDczkvqKSlfntXfiPXnHqJPEkSppYZoaD5hSfnnZpouCmHff8cI8iUo/s2048/20201205_183209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRrgNWiuMm5RXvqQdbyFyMo4enl5vgKUXGe-DgTQZ08j-DtiCNTr7sRdfGoDWZNIuCkZUK5Y1mx61UAwHS-Vl3hDczkvqKSlfntXfiPXnHqJPEkSppYZoaD5hSfnnZpouCmHff8cI8iUo/w300-h400/20201205_183209.jpg" width="300" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlctsdgZmr0dYiBb4umdckG2Rb2ZZXHocXSfIpJ-ovcG4nawd6jnb0TBhjq9yLTh4qCsfPADoZxkX-YwmCrkgq0G8xO-C5T57z5whWnaQHXy6QR72X62xN9pUrD1em3QzI7E0cXPjrOs/s2048/20201204_175507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlctsdgZmr0dYiBb4umdckG2Rb2ZZXHocXSfIpJ-ovcG4nawd6jnb0TBhjq9yLTh4qCsfPADoZxkX-YwmCrkgq0G8xO-C5T57z5whWnaQHXy6QR72X62xN9pUrD1em3QzI7E0cXPjrOs/w400-h300/20201204_175507.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZslRP21G3UldEgTTRQo8SB1dvTL36gsc12WxpzJkwjEQGzhtiJeqrhWlYiNeQuZWuGyyZY1npLeu8V-tL1vko1VXFTcvzTehAp8IM5pjj6SJzNLz0THCry1qZOxorNwAll0EC3Ry4Wo/s2048/20201204_181214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZslRP21G3UldEgTTRQo8SB1dvTL36gsc12WxpzJkwjEQGzhtiJeqrhWlYiNeQuZWuGyyZY1npLeu8V-tL1vko1VXFTcvzTehAp8IM5pjj6SJzNLz0THCry1qZOxorNwAll0EC3Ry4Wo/w400-h300/20201204_181214.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />We got two Christmas trees, just like we always do. There's a small tree farm about 20 minutes away and you can cut your own tree. Any tree, no matter how big, is just $30.00. I can get two trees for less than the cost of one from a local pre-cut tree lot (pre-cut trees usually start around $55-$60 and go up from there). One tree is decorated with C9 lights and antique glass ornaments, like the kind I had growing up. I think I now have enough antique ornaments to cover the tree without filling in spots with new ones, though I still put the plastic unbreakable ones on the bottom so the cats don't ruin anything. The other tree has the standard miniature lights and modern ornaments. This year we put that one in the living room and the one with the old fashioned decorations in the den near the fireplace. Given how small the den is we had to find a smaller tree. It fits well and we don't have to maneuver around it.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEqrqSMdBF64Yuy4OuvWsdkhBO_tCLGpR_yYdSL3UIBxqWbnLWq5LdtPr8pweUyZhXyiGIFL7j756cQ_8R97iLNJb_rizQyyeZYmiGqhpe-hW3mIZ9W27cgSlGk1c2aVAvTxVa0L29ldg/s2048/20201212_162258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEqrqSMdBF64Yuy4OuvWsdkhBO_tCLGpR_yYdSL3UIBxqWbnLWq5LdtPr8pweUyZhXyiGIFL7j756cQ_8R97iLNJb_rizQyyeZYmiGqhpe-hW3mIZ9W27cgSlGk1c2aVAvTxVa0L29ldg/w300-h400/20201212_162258.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYubxS6qA2KfR6L_RZtTwG_eCFlwiz2GXa1a_cxR-i4cY22nmFgK7JUvwc2EGLBWMszayg9ShZlonZt42tjr8XFsnhDdZ8Ju-TpDI2s2b_tzu_XvDA0Ms1RkSu02bLZCKoKtjr-dLxtho/s2048/20201212_162241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYubxS6qA2KfR6L_RZtTwG_eCFlwiz2GXa1a_cxR-i4cY22nmFgK7JUvwc2EGLBWMszayg9ShZlonZt42tjr8XFsnhDdZ8Ju-TpDI2s2b_tzu_XvDA0Ms1RkSu02bLZCKoKtjr-dLxtho/w300-h400/20201212_162241.jpg" width="300" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">On Christmas Eve I burned the traditional bayberry candle, which is supposed to bring luck and good fortune to the house in the new year--let's hope 2021 is better than 2020! (The second one will be burned tonight.) Christmas day was a small affair--just me and my husband. It was his first Christmas off in several years, so we decided to stay home. Plus, you know, COVID. We opened gifts, relaxed, watched Christmas shows and movies, and played with the new Atari Flashback I bought for us. I made a small prime rib, which I'll use the leftovers to make hash, along with mashed potatoes and carrots. It was a good, relaxing day.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxzOttHGN7Dw2zxRfxr-zFocZILF93x5hxOj8dxlq6nCcq7ZJgTSA7YQl_1jj6HRvaYgRI2hgbdOx1uCFZ__y4zPN76PquWHYvzjS0NHhJgvT9YEPDwuUM7f67En-7MaDt4VKZ_lFefI/s2048/20201224_181011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxzOttHGN7Dw2zxRfxr-zFocZILF93x5hxOj8dxlq6nCcq7ZJgTSA7YQl_1jj6HRvaYgRI2hgbdOx1uCFZ__y4zPN76PquWHYvzjS0NHhJgvT9YEPDwuUM7f67En-7MaDt4VKZ_lFefI/w480-h640/20201224_181011.jpg" width="480" /></a></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have no plans for tonight other than to make dinner--probably a cheddar BBQ meatloaf--, hang out with my husband and the cats, and maybe play some Atari Flashback. :)</div><p><b>Happy New Year, everyone! PLEASE let 2021 be better!! </b></p><p>Apparently Bailey has had it with 2020.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVIG0ZkxNXcAzL2AJAwKnb_X_NV_kvm6IupBP_W4V-CN5CKiZPqMCDHshAMvWv3XWKKvAtPD2k8apN9_SFvM-UAAZWNYXHBRk1sMmWM8CeYLjllDjLo_ykmdPuEtX-TcxoYjDPbdYGDc/s2048/20201225_110856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVIG0ZkxNXcAzL2AJAwKnb_X_NV_kvm6IupBP_W4V-CN5CKiZPqMCDHshAMvWv3XWKKvAtPD2k8apN9_SFvM-UAAZWNYXHBRk1sMmWM8CeYLjllDjLo_ykmdPuEtX-TcxoYjDPbdYGDc/w480-h640/20201225_110856.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p></div>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-63420553751366865752020-11-22T14:26:00.002-05:002020-11-22T14:26:48.279-05:00another goodbye<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiAsgjvlskOqldeOEJpSwpp0sf3es9WF2ueAZn_NrymZFo4wBzIM5VAV4FbpFR3f__UOXgNYGbb2ITzseiB9CjSg0DvUeeVSSIdfNKTj8cB7xG9Q5-ggoyGeEjK2tHtrip_H0yo79QDI/s2048/P1020218.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1514" data-original-width="2048" height="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiAsgjvlskOqldeOEJpSwpp0sf3es9WF2ueAZn_NrymZFo4wBzIM5VAV4FbpFR3f__UOXgNYGbb2ITzseiB9CjSg0DvUeeVSSIdfNKTj8cB7xG9Q5-ggoyGeEjK2tHtrip_H0yo79QDI/w640-h474/P1020218.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>2020 is the year that keeps on giving, isn't it? We've lost our third kitty this year: Oscar.</div><div><br /></div><div>We got Oscar in 2005 at a local adoption event, which was run by New Leash on Life. Apparently his owner had passed away and the family didn't want her two cats. They dropped Oscar and his sibling off at a local rescue without any paperwork or even telling the rescue the cats' names. Given there was no paperwork, we believe he was around three to four years old at the time. I was looking at Prince, who was in a long cage with a bunch of kittens. Prince was six months old and the kittens were just a few months old. He was on one side of the cage, trying to stay away from the kittens. So we decided to get him. Then Bob spotted this cute black and white kitty who was in a cage by himself with a name tag that read, "Help! Get me out of here!" The poor guy had no name on his cage unlike all the other cats and kittens. Bob felt sorry for him, so we came home with two cats that day.</div><div><br /></div><div>We called him Mr. No Name for a while and then eventually settled on "Oscar." He was lovable from the start and we discovered he was a hugger. He liked to be held near our shoulders so he could wrap his paws around our necks and hug us. He was great with the other cats--very tolerant and let them cuddle with him. Eventually most of them seemed to think of him as Dad or even Grandpa in more recent years. </div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuL2h1V4pteHImKXVwHkBZ5SPO3NUsfjDwnt0TEO89jBmcroe5rfweetUnR7kLfmKSA_oeH7rdSyXYLHLziKwILGlGxzl2Kmhjwq2XXBw0ToV5S6GZpfYQjdPVCpxW3_DoQQGNvSObQpI/s2048/Oscar.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuL2h1V4pteHImKXVwHkBZ5SPO3NUsfjDwnt0TEO89jBmcroe5rfweetUnR7kLfmKSA_oeH7rdSyXYLHLziKwILGlGxzl2Kmhjwq2XXBw0ToV5S6GZpfYQjdPVCpxW3_DoQQGNvSObQpI/w400-h300/Oscar.JPG" width="400" /></a>Even though Oscar was young when we adopted him, he'd already lost most of his teeth. And since there was no paperwork, we have no idea what happened. Although he had virtually no teeth, he wouldn't touch wet food and almost no form of human food, not even tuna fish. The only human food he would touch is ham (lunch meat), which we eventually stopped giving to him. He also had pica, which is a compulsive eating disorder in which people or animals eat nonfood items. He favored plastic bags and wrapping mostly, but also tissues and napkins, which meant we had to make sure anything plastic was thrown away and any tissue boxes were turned over at night. If we didn't, I'd come downstairs in the morning to find half-eaten tissues. He even ate a check once! I had to tell my friend to send me the money she owed via PayPal because my cat ate half the check. </p><p>Oscar has two accomplishments: he was featured in a banking industry calendar back in 2012, which featured pictures of clients' pets; and that same picture (posted at the beginning of this blog post) I took of him won second place in a photo contest. The prize was a mug with his photo on it, which I still use. </p><p>A couple years ago Oscar was diagnosed with a large mass in his bladder. We were told they could remove it, but it would mean losing more than half his bladder. At his age then, which was about 15 or 16, we decided that would be too invasive and we just left it alone. The vet told us it may or may not be cancer, but if we notice he's coughing a lot and starting to decline, then it's most likely cancer. Surprisingly that never happened and he lived a couple more years with no issues. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQkJs2NeriJX9XDMYqDCji8RAR1dhbMT9Jx58H2ZLpT5w9xb0GNyfu0ILlLK5Eg8VcQd6Pa1a_xMVPZC52GmO98BEyFUUB14mbMZa3veX7SWWG9vBvjo11AiZtTTgRYTrEMP8L6JX1Bg/s2048/2012-07-17+07.11.24.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQkJs2NeriJX9XDMYqDCji8RAR1dhbMT9Jx58H2ZLpT5w9xb0GNyfu0ILlLK5Eg8VcQd6Pa1a_xMVPZC52GmO98BEyFUUB14mbMZa3veX7SWWG9vBvjo11AiZtTTgRYTrEMP8L6JX1Bg/w400-h300/2012-07-17+07.11.24.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>Over the last few months we started to notice Oscar was losing weight, which is pretty normal for a cat that's about 18 or 19 years old. Then a couple weeks ago we noticed the weight loss had accelerated and he was basically just a skeleton with fur--very matted fur, as he'd stopped grooming maybe a year ago and brushing wasn't always enough. We knew it was almost time. I then started noticing he wasn't really eating, but was still drinking, jumping, and playing a bit. But he was also behaving strangely, as though he was going senile. For example, he would stay in the bathroom most of the day--a room he never ventured into--or howl very loudly for no reason. A few times I turned on the shower not knowing he was in there. When I went to get into the shower, he was in there drinking the water and was soaking wet. It seemed like he either didn't know the water was hitting him or just didn't care anymore. I had to physically remove him from the shower. Last Thursday afternoon he started sleeping a lot more and Emily snuggled with him all day. Friday he was in his bed all day and didn't come out for food, water or the litter box. He also started sounding a little congested. By Friday night, it was clear it was time to bring him in to be euthanized: Bob picked him up and he just laid there and seemed very lost, like he didn't know what was going on. His eye was glued shut by gunk, too. We struggled for a couple hours, trying to decide if we should take him to the 24 hour vet hospital or if we should wait until the following day to see if he would pass in his sleep or if not, we could bring him to our own vet. We decided it would be cruel to wait until Saturday so we called the vet hospital and brought him in. </p><p>Thinking back, I'm pretty sure Oscar was the cat we've owned for the longest--15 years. He had a very long life and he was a great cat. I'm so glad Bob convinced me we should get a second cat that day at the adoption event. (Although, it's not as though I needed much convincing.) I'm going to miss his hugs and the fact that all the cats seemed to think of him as Grandpa. I guess he was a comforting presence to them, especially Emily--she is really missing him I think, as she's decided I'm now the one to cuddle with. I won't, however, miss having to hide the plastic bags and tissues! So hopefully Oscar is now with all the other kitties we've said goodbye to over the years. We'll miss him, and so will Emily.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Problem is, it never makes it home as a full bag. I always open it on my way home. This time I was smart and bought a huge bag for home and a small bag to eat on the way home. It only took me about an hour to open it and start snacking. (When I went online to Kitchen Kettle I saw they have a website AND they ship!!)</p><p>I decided to try <a href="https://shopkitchenkettle.com/collections/shampoo-conditioner-bars" target="_blank">shampoo and conditioner bars</a>. I'd heard of them, but hadn't seen them in the store. I felt they were expensive, but wanted to give them a try. I was told the shampoo bar can also be used as body wash/soap and the conditioner bar can be used for shaving. While the shampoo bar lathered well, the conditioner bar felt like nothing at all on my hair. It was a weird experience because I'm used to feeling the conditioner in my hair. Once my hair was dry, it felt kind of heavy, like I didn't get the conditioner out or that it wasn't completely clean. I gave these bars a few more tries and decided this isn't something I'd buy again. though I'm sure there could be others I might like better.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGE-mrYj2SGTdD350P1o2SCXOL4rDEGtQvanUn65iWb99Lc0c2zvYb3QSV9vIiWRZLn46qDRY0ia5zx9Zcq2Yedw2xuVKPXYccPWf-ikSUM5CAHkYQqY9cpRWEtSPYlQ5mG8Ib0Yfk-GE/s2048/20200815_120931.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGE-mrYj2SGTdD350P1o2SCXOL4rDEGtQvanUn65iWb99Lc0c2zvYb3QSV9vIiWRZLn46qDRY0ia5zx9Zcq2Yedw2xuVKPXYccPWf-ikSUM5CAHkYQqY9cpRWEtSPYlQ5mG8Ib0Yfk-GE/w640-h480/20200815_120931.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Most of what I bought during the last few months has come from <a href="https://beekman1802.com/" target="_blank">Beekman 1802</a>. The guys who started this company won season 21 of the Amazing Race back in 2012. We were able to <a href="https://itjustdawned.blogspot.com/2014/05/weekend-in-review_25.html" target="_blank">visit their farm</a> a few years and it was fun. I've never bought any of their products before and I figured with recovery from surgery and a pandemic going on, it was a good time to try them. </p><p>Here are some of the items I bought from Beekman. I didn't take pictures of everything, but most of it is here.</p><p>(Note: some of these items can be found cheaper on the <a href="https://www.hsn.com/shop/beekman-1802/19090?query=beekman%201802&isSuggested=true" target="_blank">Home Shopping Network</a> website.)</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjDSGlRlDS7VrxRXUe4jkqHxKWK3iM75n-2Qnmaq-Qdei4Ii8vVhgo6h6pYzVeinvz4QVLyb5EOE0MpIMzpjZKnxrAzIbhi2mpM1sGBYLaeAacpM9eDk8ZxIWn1-w5m0x4TcZyj8S17U0/s2048/20200710_150816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1758" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjDSGlRlDS7VrxRXUe4jkqHxKWK3iM75n-2Qnmaq-Qdei4Ii8vVhgo6h6pYzVeinvz4QVLyb5EOE0MpIMzpjZKnxrAzIbhi2mpM1sGBYLaeAacpM9eDk8ZxIWn1-w5m0x4TcZyj8S17U0/w550-h640/20200710_150816.jpg" width="550" /></a></div><br /><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Natural deodorant: <a href="https://www.blogger.com/#">https://beekman1802.com/products/milk-stick-deodorant</a>. I read on their website that switching to a natural deodorant can take the body up to 30 days to adjust. Deodorants that are also antiperspirants contain aluminum, which clogs the pores, which in turn controls wetness. As such, it takes time for the body to adjust to something that is aluminum-free. Since I'm working from home and not going out much, I decided to try it. Overall I like it: it smells nice, it feels like, and the stick I bought seems to last (that's a plus since it's $18.00). Although my body has adjusted, I find I need to reapply at least once during the day depending on my level of activity. I also don't care for the wetness. Because of this, I've decided to switch back to a regular antiperspirant/deodorant<span style="text-align: left;">. </span></li><li>Goat milk soap: <a href="https://beekman1802.com/collections/goat-milk-bar-soaps">https://beekman1802.com/collections/goat-milk-bar-soaps</a>. I bought a lot of these and I like them all but one, which is the <a href="https://beekman1802.com/collections/soap-makers/products/spring-bar-soap" target="_blank">Spring soap</a>. It smells too musky for me and not like Spring at all. These soap bars aren't cheap, but they're HUGE at 9 ounces each. They lather well and smell nice, plus they seem to last a long time. </li></ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxZmllC11ESUbN6tMk3hO4dDaFnjuWLpn25IU8hi3mmYwZR88Xl2HguoXbneQMDENMBpBGAXpWOLFly7qh9Waj8Ds8a71W03UfR4BCnqeJjAZzCrY29_Rtny0bhJ9Y07pklWrz5EGkSk/s2048/20200716_130437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxZmllC11ESUbN6tMk3hO4dDaFnjuWLpn25IU8hi3mmYwZR88Xl2HguoXbneQMDENMBpBGAXpWOLFly7qh9Waj8Ds8a71W03UfR4BCnqeJjAZzCrY29_Rtny0bhJ9Y07pklWrz5EGkSk/w640-h480/20200716_130437.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div></div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Goat milk fudge: Regular: <a href="https://beekman1802.com/collections/sweet/products/original-hot-fudge" target="_blank">https://beekman1802.com/collections/sweet/products/original-hot-fudge</a> and Coffee: <a href="https://beekman1802.com/collections/sweet/products/coffee-hot-fudge" target="_blank">https://beekman1802.com/collections/sweet/products/coffee-hot-fudge</a>. Whenever I mention this fudge is made with goat's milk, people tend to cringe. No, it doesn't taste like goats! This stuff is so delicious, rich and thick. So much better than Hershey's or Smuckers. I think the goat milk enhances the chocolate flavor and just makes it very rich. I really don't want to admit how many jars I bought over the last few months, all of which didn't get used on ice cream, but were simply eaten straight from the jar. My husband at one point asked, "Why are there so many damn spoons in the sink??" No idea...</li><li>Salty Goat Milk Fudge Cookies: These were delicious! Very sweet with a hint of salt. These are pricey at $15.00 for four. <a href="https://beekman1802.com/collections/sweet/products/goat-milk-fudge-cookie" target="_blank">https://beekman1802.com/collections/sweet/products/goat-milk-fudge-cookie</a></li><li>Blaak Tomato Jam: <a href="https://beekman1802.com/collections/savory/products/blaak-tomato-jam">https://beekman1802.com/collections/savory/products/blaak-tomato-jam</a>. This stuff is delicious on a good, sharp cheese and really makes all the flavors pop. I used it on their <a href="https://beekman1802.com/collections/savory/products/blaak-cheese" target="_blank">Blaak Cheese</a>. The cheese was OK, but I wouldn't buy it again. I really disliked the vegetable ash coating on the rind, because it got all over everything and also stained my cutting board, kind of like when you spill cocoa powder; it's almost impossible to get all the residue off surfaces.</li><li>Goat milk hand cream: <a href="https://beekman1802.com/collections/hand-care/products/honey-orange-hand-salve" target="_blank">https://beekman1802.com/collections/hand-care/products/honey-orange-hand-salve</a>. I got this in the Honey & Orange Blossom scent and I like it. It feels very rich and isn't heavy. </li></ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgznvDIj87skvYqaTNc4Ck2lpEm9UbpSM9quQ1EbM4Ua_NNAqX38itOb7QzK7kUHcof7PYdUrdX0UP7qDHZQy5NejY7KKL3ioShogvKvbGMstYZF3dyZz968eOXInCvgdYAegC_cV1Pz8w/s2048/20200726_070646.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgznvDIj87skvYqaTNc4Ck2lpEm9UbpSM9quQ1EbM4Ua_NNAqX38itOb7QzK7kUHcof7PYdUrdX0UP7qDHZQy5NejY7KKL3ioShogvKvbGMstYZF3dyZz968eOXInCvgdYAegC_cV1Pz8w/w640-h480/20200726_070646.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div></div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Heirloom Flower Garden Spritzers: <a href="https://beekman1802.com/collections/perfumers/products/flower-garden-spritzers-peony" target="_blank">https://beekman1802.com/collections/perfumers/products/flower-garden-spritzers-peony</a>. I tried all three scents--honeysuckle, peony, and gardenia. I liked honeysuckle the best, probably because I love that scent in general. They can be used for linens, as a room spray, or even a body mist. These spritzers are only water and fragrance, which means they're very light. But it also means they don't last all day. I needed to respray several times throughout the day.</li><li>Goat milk shampoo and conditioner: <a href="https://beekman1802.com/collections/hair-care/products/honey-orange-shampoo" target="_blank">https://beekman1802.com/collections/hair-care/products/honey-orange-shampoo</a> and <a href="https://beekman1802.com/products/honey-orange-conditioner" target="_blank">https://beekman1802.com/products/honey-orange-conditioner</a>. These aren't cheap, but they smell great, lather really well, and my hair seems to like them. I plan to buy these again, though probably from HSN and not the Beekman website. On HSN I can <a href="https://www.hsn.com/products/beekman-1802-honey-and-orange-blossom-shampoo-and-condi/8732076#" target="_blank">get the set for $35.00</a> (yes, that's still expensive). On the Beekman website it's $24.00 for a bottle, or $48.00 for both the shampoo and conditioner. </li></ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPc0SMdJQzWoGjcpiILtT8KKF9Mf1OnuxxSzIMf4yWWtcSxDjpfn2gRbCfFN4UmHiGoFzTRQV_d4kGM9pdC9vGzCE2LskLzWYMmyq0DliwTo7W9KCe40NN0b8Oo-0H0JZOdNvKZUg73sE/s2048/20200710_080805.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPc0SMdJQzWoGjcpiILtT8KKF9Mf1OnuxxSzIMf4yWWtcSxDjpfn2gRbCfFN4UmHiGoFzTRQV_d4kGM9pdC9vGzCE2LskLzWYMmyq0DliwTo7W9KCe40NN0b8Oo-0H0JZOdNvKZUg73sE/w640-h480/20200710_080805.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>As you can see, I went a little wild with the bath products, among other things. I like Beekman, though. They make quality products using local ingredients, people, and businesses. They also make things like jams and jellies; candies; condiments; goat cheese and Blaak cheese (once a year); hair, skin and bodycare products; and ceramics. If you ever get a chance, take a tour of their farm. It's usually offered once a year in the Spring, though I'm not sure if that will happen in 2021 due to the pandemic. </div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-40356884199836679352020-07-22T09:50:00.001-04:002020-07-22T09:50:23.371-04:00physical therapy after lumbar fusion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1Py1S7ZkVk0b-8aYVDo58jYKnhsFFaMu5IY6ftnyUckvkRxq0zBu0SGqpbdLR47rD5xJCXgvzgrL7MANz7YvHD6nLgstGmsV5wX6VmtgRjZ9vjrQ4Y9RRBMLYbZImYUxrNtN93qrNzc/s2048/91051534_10221302934098841_1896870064305471488_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="469" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1Py1S7ZkVk0b-8aYVDo58jYKnhsFFaMu5IY6ftnyUckvkRxq0zBu0SGqpbdLR47rD5xJCXgvzgrL7MANz7YvHD6nLgstGmsV5wX6VmtgRjZ9vjrQ4Y9RRBMLYbZImYUxrNtN93qrNzc/w625-h469/91051534_10221302934098841_1896870064305471488_o.jpg" width="625" /></a></div><div><br /></div>When I talked to my orthopedic surgeon about recovery from the lumbar fusion I was about to have, he didn't go into all that much detail. I asked questions, of course, and he answered them, but I didn't think to ask much about physical therapy. I knew I'd have to have it, but didn't know for how long or what kinds of things I'd be doing. All I knew is it wouldn't start until at last a month after the second surgery, would be at least four to six weeks, and it would start out slow and very low impact.<div><br /></div><div><div>I started physical therapy April 28, twice per week, and have completed almost three months at this point. At my first appointment I had no idea what to expect since I'm not allowed to bend, twist, or lift more than 10 pounds. What could they possibly have me do that didn't involve any of those things? The answer is: not much, but something. I started off with supine ankle pumps, quad squeezes, glute (butt) squeezes, marching my legs, ball squeezes using my knees, and <a href="https://youtu.be/_Eye7bGQqt4" target="_blank">transverse abdominis bracing</a>, which basically means "suck your abs in and let them out." This was all why laying down on the table. They also had me use stretchy bands, which look like a jump rope, to do lateral pull-downs and rows. I also did hamstring stretches using a strap since I can't sit up and bend forward like I used to, at least not yet. I've now progressed to other things to give me more of a workout and target some problem areas, like my hips. I'm doing clam shells, side steps and "skaters" with ankle bands, more arm exercises, squats using a chair as my landing spot (harder than one might think!)--sometimes holding a one-pound ball and sometimes not, among other things. I also do most of these things at home the other five days of the week, using my <a href="https://itjustdawned.blogspot.com/2020/05/my-home-gym-its-purple.html" target="_blank">home gym</a> of course! I generally do physical therapy, whether it's at home or at the PT office, everyday. Though I do occasionally take a day off, especially when they have me do something new or they work my hips a lot.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Has it helped? Yes, definitely. </div><div><br /></div><div>I feel better the rest of the day afterwards and it keeps me somewhat active given what's going on these last few months. As you all know, we've been dealing with a pandemic for months. Things really started picking up in my state in the two weeks between the two surgeries (March), with many things starting to be closed/cancelled while I was in the hospital for the second surgery. (The news alerts were so frequent that I finally turned my phone on silent; normally it's on "vibrate," but I couldn't stand even that anymore.) I came out of the hospital into a world that literally changed almost overnight. Masks weren't yet required, but many things were closing or being cancelled. Eventually non-essential businesses closed; restaurants either moved to curbside pickup or takeout, or closed completely; business hours were significantly reduced for essential businesses; companies started having employees work from home; and masks were mandated when out in public. As a result, I feel like recovery has been much longer and slower physically than it would normally have been. I couldn't get out and start doing normal errands, going out to eat, and going into the office. Even though places are now opening up, I'm still nowhere near as active anymore and I'm now working from home permanently.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not only has physical therapy helped me physically, but it has helped me mentally. In the beginning it helped because it got me out of the house twice a week. Up until then, my life was visits to the pharmacy and the grocery store. That's it. And now it helps me feel "normal" to be able to go out to my gym, put on my music, and do my physical therapy. I'm an introvert, but all that means is I recharge by spending time alone. And though I do tend to keep to myself and not socialize all that much, it doesn't mean I hate people. Never did I think I would miss talking to and seeing people. <b>Any </b>people. I miss going into the office and talking to my coworkers, and just having that routine in general. Things are getting better now that I've mostly adjusted to working from home, though I don't yet have a home office--that's coming soon and there will be pictures. And I'm working on getting myself into a routine that's more than "get up, feed the cats, sit at the computer reading work blogs while drinking my homemade iced mocha latte, start working, take a shower at some point, then work some more until whenever." Even just getting back into the routine of taking my vitamins has been a big struggle. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'll end this here. There's lots more to talk about in regards to recovery from surgery, which I'll cover at another time.</div><div><br /></div>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-76388449388584244932020-06-30T16:44:00.000-04:002020-06-30T16:44:53.911-04:00a hello and two goodbyesI started this post a while back. It took me so long to get back to it, we now have had two goodbyes.<div><br /></div><div><b>First, the "hello."</b></div><div><br /></div><div>We have a new kitty, and his name is Caesar. He's another kitty from the <a href="http://www.stratfordcatproject.org/" target="_blank">Stratford Cat Project</a>. We got him in December, just a few days before Christmas, and he was about seven months old at the time. As you can see, he's a cute Tuxedo kitty. He seems small; however, I admit most of my cats are quite large. Not necessarily fat, just big. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb8R-31FWsBlOryR3K9Jf6Rhz3X-iqCaiUUYrmjTiQ-yEpyxMEgAkFCCOl8AoWMjyTRgyDj8eK8_sxk65psYMWQzbAgzLqJZTzVXHVTMSRvipBF-eYCRZ_kJDx9sbZ29QJNG4qxR6DDGY/s640/20200425_073608%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="640" height="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb8R-31FWsBlOryR3K9Jf6Rhz3X-iqCaiUUYrmjTiQ-yEpyxMEgAkFCCOl8AoWMjyTRgyDj8eK8_sxk65psYMWQzbAgzLqJZTzVXHVTMSRvipBF-eYCRZ_kJDx9sbZ29QJNG4qxR6DDGY/w640-h632/20200425_073608%255B1%255D.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div>What can I say about Caesar? He's a little quirky. He likes to chirp. He's been known to watch TV. He gets startled easily. Although he knows us and has been here for six months, he tends to run when he thinks we're walking too close to him. He'll be eating dry food and if we walk into the kitchen, he takes off, usually dropping dry food on his way out. Maybe he's afraid of feet? He likes the bathroom sink for some reason. At first he liked playing with the running water, but now he seems to like stretching in the sink. Kitty yoga fan maybe? Kind of weird, but that's what he likes. When I feed the cats, I line up the dishes on the entertainment center (they get fed in the family room because I have 12 cats and the kitchen is too small--OLD house). As I open the cans and put the food in the dishes, he stands partly on the cat tree and partly on the entertainment center and licks the empty cans. Sometimes he gets up on the entertainment center and sneaks around the back so he can start eating from the dishes. He can't seem to wait long enough for me to put the dishes on the floor. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><b>And now for the "goodbyes."</b></div><div><br /></div><div>I always hate having to write these posts, since I usually cry the whole time. In both cases, these were kitties that we wanted to "save."</div><div><br /></div><div><u><b>Tigger</b></u></div><div><br /></div><div>Our first goodbye was Tigger. Tigger showed up on our doorstep somewhere around April 15, which was about a month after my second back surgery. At that point I was up very early everyday, usually around 4 am or earlier--it was definitely still dark outside. Well, he showed up one morning, crying for food and acting as though he lived here. Me being the soft heart I am when it comes to cats, I decided to feed him. He scarfed the food down like he hadn't eaten in weeks. He was so skinny and was dirty, too. He looked as though he'd been outside for awhile. He was very friendly, though. He purred like crazy and wanted so much attention. Once he has his fill, he left. He then showed up the next day for the same routine. He didn't come back again until around May 15 and it was the same routine. This time he was skinnier, if that was even possible, and had obvious mouth pain. Bob and I both said we should put him in the spare bedroom and then bring him to the vet the next day. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVFeuKgsD4skNED_wgr9w89W1_REnXLKVtb5hD9McqIvMyM-QnPVDJc5B_oVakchyN3zvDeuZl5U_NCR7o2rOraSPzkeCxIkHsp1NqaB5oEmhkFQKshJ16_TuDTOlp4aW56Lh4S3a_oDU/s3100/20200420_052520%255B1%255D.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2906" data-original-width="3100" height="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVFeuKgsD4skNED_wgr9w89W1_REnXLKVtb5hD9McqIvMyM-QnPVDJc5B_oVakchyN3zvDeuZl5U_NCR7o2rOraSPzkeCxIkHsp1NqaB5oEmhkFQKshJ16_TuDTOlp4aW56Lh4S3a_oDU/w640-h600/20200420_052520%255B1%255D.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>We took him to the vet and he was there for more than a week. They calculated his age to be 12-15 years old. It turns out he had many health issues: double ear infection; hyperthyroidism, which is why he was so skinny; kidney disease; and congestion that wasn't improving. The mouth issue was thought to be either an abscess or possibly a tumor. In order to inspect it, they would need to put him under anesthesia; however, because of the other health issues he was too weak to do that. Another option was a needle biopsy, but no matter what it turned out to be, it was in a hard-to-access area, which meant he would go through a lot of physical trauma in order to fix it. I didn't want to put a senior, very sick kitty through that when it was likely he might not even survive surgery. And if it turned out to be a tumor, we would lose him anyway. </div><div><br /></div><div>We made the decision to put him down. Thankfully we were allowed to be there for it. We both cried a lot. I cried probably more than if he'd been my cat his whole life, probably because I was convinced I could save him, and he came at a time when I needed something to focus on while recovering from surgery during a pandemic. And I think what made it worse was that he clearly recognized us when we walked into the back office where they had him in isolation. He perked right up and started prancing around. We spent some time with him and then we helped him over the Rainbow Bridge. </div><div><br /></div><div>We have his ashes and will bury him in our garden. I think he came to us because he knew he would get the help he needed, even though it came in the form of euthanasia. He needed his suffering to end, one way or another. By coming to us, he didn't die suffering and alone. </div><div><br /></div><div><u><b>Tessa</b></u></div><div><br /></div><div>Last year Tessa came to us with her brother, Toby, from the Stratford Cat Project. They had been adopted out of the Project as kittens; however, they were returned last year in a semi-feral state: very aggressive, fearful, and unsocialized. Given their state, they weren't adoptable again. The choice was to euthanize them or to make them "barn cats." Me being me, I volunteered us to be their caregivers--we do have a barn, after all! </div><div><br /></div><div>We were lent a couple large dog cages and we set them up in the barn with their cat carriers, food, water, litter and blankets. We covered them with moving blankets to keep in some warmth (it was starting to get chilly at night) and also to make them feel more secure. We spent the next several weeks feeding them and cleaning their litter. Very, very carefully, I might add. Any time we got our hands too close, we got a hiss and a growl, and usually a swipe of the paws. I began using a stick to pull the empty food and water bowls out of the cage, as well as pulling out the litter box. After a few weeks we let them out of the cages. We put out food and water in the barn, and Bob built some cat shelters so they'd have someplace warm to sleep. Eventually we moved the food dishes to the patio. </div><div><br /></div><div>We saw Toby only twice after we let them out of the cages; however, Tessa came around to eat everyday. We often saw her sleeping in the barn window or hanging out under the bushes. She seemed content. We were never able to approach her; however, we eventually were able to get within about eight feet of her before she would retreat. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgve0iTrFv1mNf_IwWIGVZgYnsfAmAcg-ObIqnrP6JV-Is82CID_jwpnzpmqBQxfuNLdf0pYzPbVkuNCTgBmIROmt4J2q0OhlNvpdPm-mLy_WVMlYSnllnhgv735vLi85YQbO5AuofTKTY/w640-h604/20200530_083156.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A couple weeks ago someone knocked on my door. He told me a cat had been hit by a car. He described it and asked if it belonged to me. Based on the description, I was nearly 100% sure it was Tessa. It was. When I went outside she was across the street on the side of the road, still alive and clearly in a lot of pain. She was panting from the pain and was bleeding from the mouth. The man's friend was there, as was another friend of theirs. They had wrapped her in a blanket. I ran in to call the vet; however, the doctor wasn't in yet so I had to take her to the emergency hospital. The man who wrapped her in the blanket helped me get her into a carrier and then into the car. She was scared and in pain, so she would occasionally hiss and try to bite us. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Within minutes of arriving at the emergency vet, they called me to tell me euthanasia was the best option, as she had numerous fractures that would require extensive and multiple surgeries. In addition, she was having difficulty breathing. I gave the OK to put her down. Although I wanted to be there with her for it, the doctor said I wasn't allowed in the ICU and if I wanted to be there, they would need to remove her from the oxygen in order to bring her into an exam room. I didn't want her to suffer anymore, so I waited in the exam room while they euthanized her. They then brought her in when they were done so I could say goodbye. I decided to have her cremated and her ashes will be buried in the garden, too.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The man who knocked on my door that morning came back later in the day to check in and see how Tessa was. I was so touched by that, as not many people would do that these days, nor would they have even stopped to look for the owner of a cat that was hit by a car. And it wasn't just one person--it was THREE. And it turns out they live in my neighborhood, too.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Although I'm glad Tessa was cared for the last year of her life and we were the ones to do it, I really struggle with the fact that she was hit by a car and we had her for less than a year; I no longer let my own cats out because it happened to one of my previous cats many years ago. On the other hand, she wasn't adoptable anymore and she spent the last year enjoying the sun, being fed everyday, and chasing chipmunks.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-81861738901924960352020-05-17T14:20:00.001-04:002020-05-17T14:20:24.764-04:00my home gym: it's purple!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsR2rNHoUxr1EyBYhg3rR90wy1AuNER5dFnLXsvfUvsoATmtNrCB0lVS5DlMdTx-3gL7iGupLHPYLSX2bvT-JAK0gtUAupgjukRnp-KeJzciEPOD2cUkOTzJl_9vOCwJA3GxdPc4MV3aA/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsR2rNHoUxr1EyBYhg3rR90wy1AuNER5dFnLXsvfUvsoATmtNrCB0lVS5DlMdTx-3gL7iGupLHPYLSX2bvT-JAK0gtUAupgjukRnp-KeJzciEPOD2cUkOTzJl_9vOCwJA3GxdPc4MV3aA/w640-h480/20191202_170101.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>I've been sitting on this for a very long time. Since last year, as a matter of fact. I had some things going on at the time and didn't want to advertise it. Then life (and back pain) got in the way and I just didn't want to sit down and write a blog post; sitting too long hurt. Then I had my two back surgeries in March and <b>couldn't </b>sit down to write. Well, it's now May and I'm able to sit and write, so it's time to reveal my home gym. Plus, writing this will hopefully keep my mind occupied for a bit; I'm really struggling mentally at the moment.<div><br /></div><div>When my previous company was bought, I didn't get a job offer. Instead, I was given a nice bonus to stay on for a period of time and wrap up things. Fine by me! I didn't want to work for the new company for several reasons, and that bonus enabled me to build a home gym.</div><div><br /></div><div>My previous company had a small on-site gym, which I used four days per week. It was SO convenient--literally 20 feet from my office! I would eat lunch at my desk, go into the gym at 4:00 PM, and then go home right after. It kept me on track, because I didn't have to go to a crowded gym across town. Nor did I have to drive home, eat dinner, change, and then go to the gym. That would have resulted in my saying, "Screw it!" Having that gym was awesome. When I left the company, I then had to either pick one of those two options, or work out at home on my patio since the new company doesn't have a gym. For several months I worked out either in the living room or on the patio, weather-permitting. It was fine, but it limited my workouts since I couldn't jump around in the house and I couldn't really buy any equipment I wanted and needed. Not to mention it was getting too hot outside to work out comfortably. That's when I decided I'd use my sizable bonus to build a home gym. </div><div><br /></div><div>The first step was deciding where the gym would be. I had several options: convert the existing shed, which would need work and was smaller than I wanted; renovate part of the barn, which is huge and almost 300 years old; build one from scratch; or buy a prefab shed. The first three options would take too much time, money and effort, so I opted to buy a prefab shed. Expensive, yes, but it would be delivered already completely built and sided, and they would do the minimal site work for us. It was very much worth it to us to not have to do a ton of work. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmaarSlDOvEQLxQ768v35cioQOugxJNUeJ0oJrTgOtivQ1mUzGdU8Q7YdfGr3rUFXQvl2PSpoJjvkGEgWRozz2eocgqZDloOhDZ8mJG9BIrVbt_zDGOFgOlWhYzvk4CK-k37F82eIRzeI/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmaarSlDOvEQLxQ768v35cioQOugxJNUeJ0oJrTgOtivQ1mUzGdU8Q7YdfGr3rUFXQvl2PSpoJjvkGEgWRozz2eocgqZDloOhDZ8mJG9BIrVbt_zDGOFgOlWhYzvk4CK-k37F82eIRzeI/w640-h480/20190514_152734.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shed delivered! This is the side entrance.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="line-height: 1;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegPlYWt7LEFR7ZNGjA7-32b11TJq9OCoJaHzOjTn2AbkncErXo0t8k2R98f72GOvgFN7CH9a0bKzRf7DN7Jg7yr5c_yzaE7SBQnjuYgmtdFl-IjVlMjmrTpAEdJVE1vT5yiYYb_NhZkY/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3010" data-original-width="3010" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhegPlYWt7LEFR7ZNGjA7-32b11TJq9OCoJaHzOjTn2AbkncErXo0t8k2R98f72GOvgFN7CH9a0bKzRf7DN7Jg7yr5c_yzaE7SBQnjuYgmtdFl-IjVlMjmrTpAEdJVE1vT5yiYYb_NhZkY/w640-h640/20190514_152712.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Front entrance. Behind it is our barn, which is original to the property.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Once the shed was delivered, the next step was to insulate it and install drywall, run electricity, install a mini-split heat/AC unit (also very much worth it), and then paint it. I chose purple, because that's my favorite color. The exact color is <a href="https://m.valsparpaint.com/color-chip.php?id=1843&g=1006&r=lowes" target="_blank">Sonic Plum by Valspar</a>, which I got at Lowe's. We didn't drywall the ceiling and instead left the beams exposed, which I painted white. Even though we used a spray gun for that, it was a big job. We also installed horse stall mats for the flooring. They're so easy to install. You just drag them in and lay them down. No need to glue or screw them down. Not all that easy to trim since they're quite thick, but we got it done. The final item was the wall of mirrors. Those were...fun. I completely shattered one by accident and then chipped another one. Rather than buy yet another mirror, I put that mirror in the far corner.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0EzoyaAXgUumrY6Q8bEnyfdYwPs52byZcx2DQy0kZC6LH2_MB2x5J5viOTAXSFRXYLORTDDD0UsS_v2tjRP2NmOP_G8BOr1zGCheUmsjoc3o9IuE2sKxyZ5r6gYlYiRgifCrx20HWumg/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0EzoyaAXgUumrY6Q8bEnyfdYwPs52byZcx2DQy0kZC6LH2_MB2x5J5viOTAXSFRXYLORTDDD0UsS_v2tjRP2NmOP_G8BOr1zGCheUmsjoc3o9IuE2sKxyZ5r6gYlYiRgifCrx20HWumg/w480-h640/20190514_152648.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside, before we finished it off.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://m.valsparpaint.com/color-chip.php?id=1843&g=1006&r=lowes" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><br /><br /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG351wUa2hIlNEGfxDiEVONW3-04JaF-QOAni8yzaF9x7cG-06Q8qbUW9IBVz3bILWeGZjIX9z4nFqiNHeUzAEIET4C0FXv1BpBGcJjq3upQLwEvts-yfUvAV-45d7I-tde_rjhtAAu8s/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG351wUa2hIlNEGfxDiEVONW3-04JaF-QOAni8yzaF9x7cG-06Q8qbUW9IBVz3bILWeGZjIX9z4nFqiNHeUzAEIET4C0FXv1BpBGcJjq3upQLwEvts-yfUvAV-45d7I-tde_rjhtAAu8s/w480-h640/20190713_185823.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Painting finished!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Finally, it was time to fill it with the fun stuff! I had enough money left from my bonus to buy a piece of commercial grade equipment: a functional trainer. It's the Inspire Fitness FT2. Yes, it was expensive, but it was worth it. It does everything I need it to and then some. It comes with a smith bar, which hooks into the dual weight stacks. I opted for the bench and leg curl attachment. (I wish I didn't get the leg curl attachment, since it's not really something I should be using with my back problems. But maybe someday.) I bought a lateral bar to add to it so I can do proper lateral pull downs. I also added a battle rope, plyo boxes, a mat, a step, slam balls, wall balls, dumbbells, and kettle bells. Within the last week I've added small weighted balls and a stretching strap, which I'll be using as I do physical therapy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As you can see, a lot of work went into this gym. Yes, it was expensive, but it was worth it. I can go out there anytime I want, it's heated/cooled, has all the equipment I need (for now), and has a very nice, LOUD Bluetooth speaker. :) (If anyone wants to know, it's the <a href="https://www.ultimateears.com/en-us/wireless-speakers/megablast.html" target="_blank">Ultimate Ears Megablast</a>, which has built-in Alexa.) It's my own personal space, kind of an escape. And since it's right in my back yard, I have absolutely <b>no reason</b> not to work out! Though I just had back surgery, so I won't be able to do too much out there for a while yet. I'm back to using it, though. I do my physical therapy out there, which is helping me feel like myself again. A tiny bit, anyway.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhafC3AqN7iCUL8UZvX1jOd4qO7zKyxtRk3_ea_G9p7xQAZbcdq4ITdT3oTAQEyRXMXnRufvuc7kNLYjO8Zsj_g-o9pQiqGCTJ-rrijDdabtPqF2PAanfQV9Vf5X3GFCwhDgreyyYscmoo/w480-h640/20190806_161422.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="480" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My new functional trainer. Ignore the dusty floor mats. <br />They're black and don't photograph well.</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWKLixN_XzLiD8zlBlwPTIa-Ge0pbDei7BW-9qliqenV2HMwJ7tpreEMDyMMcmPpxqq88hhNaM29wWUszqqi3BW2QpGpnp3T2deCbg-PybPYNTM5dMzu0pR3thABs4U32Psxe9ntLRLY/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWKLixN_XzLiD8zlBlwPTIa-Ge0pbDei7BW-9qliqenV2HMwJ7tpreEMDyMMcmPpxqq88hhNaM29wWUszqqi3BW2QpGpnp3T2deCbg-PybPYNTM5dMzu0pR3thABs4U32Psxe9ntLRLY/w480-h640/20191202_170223.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The finished product! I even have a mini fridge for my water. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: 1; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJmy2eZLGtsVCj1a7vp2ZMOYlqfXn5jGFWms4aPe69aa0bvkDpuG5CXPs4190TzRclGuLfEHyQUYnT6Ko8LCn4C3cM8GmML-9YWVv0EBRNiv0AFnlExPv6iR9PstL9ZQI7xaXYEh0_F7E/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJmy2eZLGtsVCj1a7vp2ZMOYlqfXn5jGFWms4aPe69aa0bvkDpuG5CXPs4190TzRclGuLfEHyQUYnT6Ko8LCn4C3cM8GmML-9YWVv0EBRNiv0AFnlExPv6iR9PstL9ZQI7xaXYEh0_F7E/w640-h480/20191231_193529.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The main wall.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="line-height: 1;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFs2KUCAI2DZhWht3-Vl_CBmc7_6OOlkWz6_B3fwS4HmMSrNf4Eda5D2B1rFPpNyE2Y6ZAyqzAi294S7z9qSJ5GBoJVd_Tx2MDAJxYECDHQ-AH0iF8gls__BYtKR99higgrb-MXe3kVZ8/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFs2KUCAI2DZhWht3-Vl_CBmc7_6OOlkWz6_B3fwS4HmMSrNf4Eda5D2B1rFPpNyE2Y6ZAyqzAi294S7z9qSJ5GBoJVd_Tx2MDAJxYECDHQ-AH0iF8gls__BYtKR99higgrb-MXe3kVZ8/w640-h480/20191202_170101.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8C48CustuiEeFUdWmuyno5nbrVcQUR_bFTq7yutFjow355erIo6Pq4lnM4vO7o2lBeoBJWv8VC_AoHgtru-D12-6sRu3gZhtj7cW4lvJhHKsrgxta5RHU0-uVhemim6xVPFr8rGuXg58/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8C48CustuiEeFUdWmuyno5nbrVcQUR_bFTq7yutFjow355erIo6Pq4lnM4vO7o2lBeoBJWv8VC_AoHgtru-D12-6sRu3gZhtj7cW4lvJhHKsrgxta5RHU0-uVhemim6xVPFr8rGuXg58/w640-h480/20191202_170201.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ignore the floor. I hadn't yet swept. I added a nice Bluetooth speaker, which is on the shelf.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-29592096565473892452020-04-19T09:01:00.000-04:002020-04-19T09:01:20.700-04:00lumbar fusion surgery preparation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I figured I'd finish a post I started two weeks before the first surgery, which I had on March 3. I started this post in mid-February and never finished. So I removed some of the references to time frames so as not to confuse anyone. I decided I'll write this as "here's all the stuff I had to do pre-op."<br />
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It seems like just yesterday I made the decision to have lumbar fusion surgery. But before I knew it, pre-op preparation was upon me. And now both surgeries are over and it's been almost seven weeks!<br />
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I started preparing probably about the second week of February: everything from grocery shopping to cooking to blood work.<br />
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A couple weeks before surgery I headed out to the grocery store and the warehouse club to stock up on stuff like paper towels, toilet paper, and other stuff I hate spending money on; I'm <b>so glad</b> I did considering the COVID-19 pandemic that started taking off right around the time of the first surgery. Had I waited to get these items when we actually needed them, I'd be SOL on toilet paper. I also grabbed some ingredients so I could make up some casseroles and other meals to freeze. I'm made a Shepherd's pie; taco bowls (those are already made and are in the freezer); a ground beef base for sloppy Joes; and a huge batch of seasoned rice in the Instant Pot.<br />
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I also bought some items I figured I'd need after surgery: a raised toilet seat attachment (turns out I didn't need this); a shower seat; a handheld shower head, which I installed myself; and two grabbers so I can pick up things from the floor and pull laundry out of the washer and dryer (these things are SO worth it--you'd be amazed how many things you drop after surgery!).</div>
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I had my first pre-op appointment mid-February. The nurse practitioner was really nice, and it turns out she's had back surgery, too, so it was helpful to hear about her own experience. She took my vitals (BP and lungs were good!), weighed me (I've gained 34 pounds in three year...not a surprise since my eating has been crap, but I still didn't like hearing it), and ran down a big list of medical questions. She answered some questions for me and really made sure I felt like I was being heard. She also went over pre-op prep, the hospital stay, and recovery afterwards. I have to say, although I knew going into this that recovery would be long--six months to a year before the bones are completely fused--it was tough hearing her say it out loud. I was told that my back will be my "newborn baby" for the next six moths to a year--no "BLT." That means no bending. lifting, or twisting. She said I'll need to learn how to do everything from getting dressed and undressed, getting into and out of the car, picking things up, and pretty much anything else that would normally involve bending, lifting or twisting. In hindsight, it's really surprising how many things involve twisting and we don't even realize it at the time. She told me to bring clothes to the hospital so they can teach me how to dress and undress in this new way. She also said that once I get to my hospital room after surgery, the physical therapist will be coming later in the day to start PT...the SAME DAY AS SURGERY! I couldn't imagine how that was going to go, but it turned out that all I had to do was show that I can get in and out of bed without twisting (the "log roll"), walk, and do a few stairs.<br />
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The following week I had my blood work done. In the same appointment they did a nasal swab to test for staph, MRSA, and all the other nasty stuff that can run rampant in a hospital. They also blood-typed me since I'm new to that health network. Then they took a urine sample. (That's always fun. I just love peeing all over my hand while I try to "do a clean catch midstream.") Then it was on to the EKG.<br />
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Next was the general surgeon. He's the one who works with the orthopedic surgeon to pave the way for access to the spine, as my surgeries involved placing a metal plate and screws on both the front and the back of the spine. He told me what he's going to do, which was basically, "I go in through the abdomen and move all your guts to the side, and you'll have a six- to seven-inch scar." Pretty much in those exact words, too.<br />
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My last appointment was with the pain management doctor. I thought it would be to talk about post-op pain management, how they'll wean me off the meds, etc. Nope. It was just to say he's now handing me off to the orthopedic surgeon for pain management and hopefully I won't need to see him in the future, which obviously is the point of surgery. Normally I'd be thrilled with an appointment that literally lasted about three minutes, but I felt a bit let down, as the doctor was running about 45 minutes late.<br />
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So, that was it for doctor's appointments and lab work.<br />
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The remainder of my time was spent cleaning the house and preparing for my cousin to visit, which unfortunately didn't happen because the timing of the visit was right when Amtrak was cancelling train routes. That's OK. I'll see her at some point once COVID-19 is over and things start to return to normal. </div>
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It's been over three weeks since I've had the second surgery, which was March 17 (<a href="https://itjustdawned.blogspot.com/2020/03/one-surgery-down-one-to-go.html" target="_blank">first one was March 3</a>). Time to finally finish this post, which I started almost two weeks ago. (I can't sit for long periods of time yet.) And since it took me so long to get around to finishing it, it's going to be long! I also plan to do another post about recovery in general. Hopefully it doesn't take me quite so long to get it done!<br />
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<u>Surgery</u><br />
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My surgery was again scheduled for 7:30 am, which meant being at the hospital by 6 am. No food after midnight, clear liquids only until 4:30 am, and then nothing, not even water, after that. I again missed having my <a href="https://itjustdawned.blogspot.com/2016/09/homemade-iced-mocha-latte.html" target="_blank">homemade iced mocha latte</a>.<br />
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When I got there, admission was pretty fast and they called me into the pre-op area almost immediately after. (Last time they were on Day Two of a new computer system so it took a little longer.) They weighed me and had me give a urine sample to rule out pregnancy. Luckily I remembered not to use the bathroom again before I left the house, so giving a sample was easier this time. Then it was on to the pre-op prep room.<br />
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I wasn't nervous this time. I mean, I was on some level--surgery is a big thing after all--but I don't remember actually feeling nervous or being worried. My body would tell you different, though, if you were to look at me or hold my hand. As with the first surgery, I was visibly trembling quite a bit in the pre-op room. Kind of like when you're cold and you shiver uncontrollably. Same thing here, but you're hot and cold at the same time with a bit of nerves thrown in, and your hands are clammy. I seemed to have a little bit of control over it since, when I told myself to stop it, I was able to stop for about 10 seconds or so. Once I stopped actively telling myself to stop shaking, it would start up again. I just kept telling myself that surgery is going to happen at this point whether I want it to or not. I mean, I guess I could have backed out, but why do that? If I want my back to be fixed and I want to not have pain anymore, I need to have the surgery. There's no other way to fix it; therefore, I have to go through with it.<br />
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The pre-op room is where you go to change into a gown (they pump it full of nice warm air!); have your vitals taken; give a rundown of your health, current meds, etc.; have your IVs started; talk to the doctor an everyone else on your surgical team; and generally just wait until it's time. I was in there for about an hour and half or so. With the first surgery it was time spent being nervous, but mostly upbeat. This time, while I wasn't as nervous, it was very uncomfortable physically having to recline on a stretcher with a thin mattress--not good for someone recovering from recent back surgery. Sciatica had set in the Saturday before and it was my whole left leg, from the buttock down to my foot. Since surgery was to take place the following Tuesday, they weren't able to give me an anti-inflammatory meds, which would have helped to calm the sciatic nerve. Basically all I could do from Saturday to Tuesday is take my oxycodone and recline or lay down as much as possible. Most days it was so bad the oxy really only made it tolerable. (If you've ever had sciatica, you know how uncomfortable it can be. If you haven't had it, it REALLY SUCKS. The sensations range from pain, to throbbing, to burning, sometimes all at the same time, from you butt down to your foot and everything in between, and it can be really hard to get yourself into a comfortable position.) By Tuesday morning I was beyond ready to get into the OR and get the surgery over with just so the sciatica would stop. I told the doctor when he came in beforehand that I want to get to the OR and to knock me out ASAP. He laughed, but I was serious. Having to recline on that hard stretcher for over an hour when I was already uncomfortable felt like torture; I couldn't get comfortable at all, especially because I was still recovering from the first surgery, which made it hard to keep switching positions.<br />
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After talking to the surgical team--I had some of the same people I had last time, which was nice--I was brought to the OR. When I got there, it looked different than the last time, but also felt the same. It turned out it was the same room. (They brought me from the opposite direction and it was arranged differently due to the robotic arm and other machines they needed this time.) I remember telling the guy sitting near the OR door when they wheeled me in that the operating table looked like a carnival ride, as the table had curved rails on it. (I was wondering if they would put me under and then move me to the table, or if I had to get on the table myself. These are the things I think about before surgery, not things like, oh, dying on the table. Turns out they put me under and then moved me. Thank God--I don't know how I would have managed to get on that thing!) While I waited, a nice male nurse talked to me for a bit. We talked about real estate of all things. I'm so glad I had someone to talk to, because the trembling had kicked up quite a bit as soon as they got me into the room. When I mentioned that I didn't really feel that nervous, but was trembling so much, they said it's a fear response: I may not have been actively feeling scared, but I was feeling it subconsciously and my body was reacting. They must have started the sedation soon after, because I remember it stopped quite abruptly without my mind telling it to stop. Pretty soon after that, I was out. In what felt like the blink of an eye, I was in Recovery.<br />
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Here's a picture of what the table looked like. Obviously I got this from the Internet. It's not exact, but it's pretty close. I don't remember seeing the black canvas at the bottom. I think it was just the rails on top of the table.<br />
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Thankfully I was in Recovery for less than two hours this time, versus the five hours I was there last time. Apparently they didn't have a lot of orthopedic surgeries scheduled that day and the orthopedic floor was nearly empty. Actually, the recovery room was empty, too--I was one of only two in Recovery when I got there. Last time the room was full.<br />
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The second surgery took about three hours. The doctor placed the bone grafts, which they took from my pelvis; removed the temporary metal plates, which were put in place during the first surgery to connect the two vertebrae (L4 and L5) and keep them stable; put in the remaining rods and screws (the first set was installed during the first surgery through the front of the abdomen); decompressed the nerve; and cleaned everything up.<br />
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While I wasn't yet in much pain right after surgery, I was really happy they already had me in my bed while in Recovery, which meant they just wheeled my into the room and parked me. I didn't have to be transferred into bed like the last surgery. My pain increased over the course of the day, which they controlled with oxycodone again. I also got a dose of dilaudid at some point. I also got dilaudid the following morning, because it was time to get my out of bed and moving, which was definitely harder this time. Not terrible, but not quite as easy as last time. When I saw the doctor that morning I asked about my pain levels. He said the anestesia stays in my body for about 24 hours after surgery and then the pain spikes about six to eight hours after that. He was right: my pain spiked that afternoon right about the time they were sending me home. Thankfully I got a dose of oxy before I left, because the ride home, while fairly unpleasant, would have been much worse. We picked up my pains meds on the way home and I was happy it was again time to take them by the time we got home.<br />
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I definitely had more pain from the incisions this time around and it was difficult turning over in bed while I was the hospital. I managed, but it wasn't fun. And I feel like a lot of the pain was also from laying in bed so long in one position, both because of being on the operating table for three hours and also not being able to get out of bed until the following morning. Unfortunately the pain meds really don't help that kind of pain, so I spent my whole stay wishing I could be up and moving around in order to take the pressure off my back and hips.<br />
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Sciatica once again set in after surgery (Tuesday, 03/17/20), though this time it happened within a couple days rather than almost two weeks later. It started Wednesday night and was getting worse Thursday. I contacted the doctor's office and they put me on a steroid taper pack (six days of pills totaling 21 pills, tapering down day to day from six pills to one) to control the inflammation, which is what was causing the nerve pain. The leg pain went away for the most part, though my legs and feet still ached from time to time depending on how much I was moving around. I still had the incision pain, though it improved over the course of the week.<br />
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I was doing OK until the following Monday, which was about a week after this surgery. The sciatica started up again and was worse the next day. I suspected this would happen as I tapered down the steroids. Unfortunately I can't take NSAIDs because it will slow down the bone growth, and I need the bone to grow so it fuses together--the whole point of the surgery. I also can't take NSAIDs because I've had gastric bypass, so those will always be off limits to me anyway. I also can't take another steroid pack so soon. I contacted the doctor's office and they put me on gabapentin, which is supposed to help with nerve pain. The only down side is that it takes one to two weeks to be fully effective. I started with the lowest dose, but had to ask them to increase it since it didn't seem to be helping. The higher dose seemed to help.<br />
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I'm also using a cooling therapy machine, which is like an ice pack, but it's ice water instead. A cooler holds water and ice, which of course you need to refill every day, and it pumps ice water into the pouch. You just put the pouch wherever you want it to get pain relief. It has a power switch so you can turn it on and off.<br />
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It's now been almost four weeks since the second surgery and now I’m left with pain pretty much only when I sit in my desk chair for more than 10/15 minutes, or when I take a car ride. The car tends to kick up the legs aches and burning sensations in my feet for a couple hours, which is annoying, but thankfully it’s nothing like what I was dealing with a few weeks ago.<br />
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They’re starting to taper down the oxycodone this week and it makes me nervous that, in a few weeks, I’ll really have nothing left for pain relief if I need it: Tylenol is useless, as I’ve taken SO MUCH over the last three years for my back pain that it doesn’t even really help a headache anymore, which means it’s not going to help nerve pain; I can’t take NSAIDs because it will slow bone growth, which I need to for the bones to fuse; and everything else is a narcotic as far as I know, which I assume they won’t give me since they’re tapering me off the oxy. The gabapentin I take isn’t fast-acting pain relief–it has to build up in the body and stay at a consistent level to work, and even with that I still get the sciatica. So what's left if I need it? I have no idea. I emailed the doctor's office today and I expect I'll hear from them tomorrow.<br />
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<br />Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-9440764132883250952020-03-16T07:02:00.002-04:002020-04-03T15:35:50.299-04:00one surgery down, one to go<br />
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Surgery #1 is done, and surgery #2 is tomorrow, March 17--I'm SO ready for it so I can get on with recovery.<br />
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Here's a rundown of what's been going on.<br />
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<u>Surgery</u><br />
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The first surgery was Tuesday, March 3. I had to be at the hospital at 6:00 am that morning, with surgery scheduled for 7:30 am. That meant noting to eat after midnight, clear liquids only until 4:30 am, and then absolutely nothing after that except enough water to take any pills I needed to take. I thought I'd be hungry, but I wasn't. I was nervous, so I'm guessing that's why I wasn't hungry. I did, however, miss having my daily homemade iced mocha latte. I made one to have in the fridge for when I returned home.<br />
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Surgery was about two hours and 20 minutes, which is pretty fast in my opinion. The doctor removed the affected disc; placed a spacer between the vertebrae; injected some of my own bone marrow, which was harvested from my pelvis; and installed temporary plates to hold everything in place. According to my husband, the doctor said he "cleaned up" a lot of arthritic tissue in the area. I knew there was arthritis there and that it had progressed, which explains why I was feeling worse the last six to eight months, but it sounds like there was more than he expected.<br />
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I spent about five hours in Recovery, as did many people. They were waiting on an available bed. Plus they were on Day Two of a new computer system. They wouldn't allow me to get up for the bathroom, so I had my first experience with a bed pan--that was fun. But hey, you gotta do what you gotta do! And I had a busting-full bladder, so it's not like I could just hold it. The down side to being in Recovery that long was that they don't allow visitors like other hospitals do, so Bob spent many hours in the hospital just waiting to hear something.<br />
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The hospital stay was fine, but uncomfortable. The discomfort I had really wasn't post-op pain. It was pain and stiffness in my hips and back muscles due to laying on the operating table, followed by hours in bed. (Unfortunately I never got rid of that pain until I got home--pain meds didn't help with that at all.) They brought me for a CT scan that night, which was so the doctor could see what the bones look like and help him prepare for the next surgery. The next day the occupational therapist and physical therapist made visits to make sure I can walk, get dressed, do stairs, and just function in general.<br />
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I spent one night in the hospital, which is good for several reasons: it means I'm doing well, it means I can get home to my own bed, and it means no more being woken up every couple hours for medications, check on vitals, etc. Everyone was very nice, but it was nice to get home. The only issue we had was that they couldn't find my back brace. I was advised to bring it with me to the hospital since I would need it for the ride home and possibly while I was there. The morning of surgery they put in on the stretcher with me and wheeled me to the OR. They weren't sure if the doctor would put me in it right away, so they wanted to have it available if needed. I didn't realize until the following morning that it wasn't in my room. They searched for it without success. They called my doctor, who apparently made it Abundantly Clear, based on the the nurse's tone and the look on her face, that the brace must be found. Coincidentally, they found it while I was being discharged. It turned out they put it on the shelf under the stretcher since it wasn't needed, and then they forgot about it.<br />
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<u>Pain Levels</u><br />
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Thursday after surgery was a good day. I was able to get around quite a bit. I did a little laundry, cleaned up, etc., all with the help of a grabber I'd bought before surgery (no bending!). Friday I started to feel pretty sore, mostly sciatica. This continued through Monday. Then Tuesday...Tuesday was awful. I woke up about 2:30 am (I thought it was 1:30 am; however, I'd forgotten to change my bedside alarm clock for Daylight Saving Time) with awful pain in my back. The only way to describe the pain is that it was like when you sit with your back against a hard surface and there's something protruding from it that pokes into your pack and creates a really uncomfortable pressure point. I took my first dose of oxycodone (2 tablets) along with some Tylenol and tried to get back to sleep. No luck. I took another tablet about an hour later, as the first dose did nothing for me. This additional tablet made it bearable, but it was still very uncomfortable. About an hour later, the pain level increased again so I took another tablet. Same thing. I ended up taking my entire day's worth of oxy (eight tablets) between 2:30 am and about 9:30 am and all it really did was make the pain tolerable. I eventually went down to the couch and slept for a bit, which seemed to help. I found that if I stayed on the couch in one position, the pain eventually went away. So I spent the whole day sleeping either on the couch or in bed, moving as little as humanly possible, so as not to aggravate my back again. (There may have been some crying mixed in there...)<br />
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Wednesday I felt much better and the rest of the week was pretty good with the help of the pain meds. I was able to do some things. With Bob driving and the support of my back brace, I ventured out to the drugstore for a prescription refill and a Reese's Peanut Butter Egg. Priorities, you know.<br />
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Saturday night into Sunday (this past weekend) wasn't great. My left leg was killing me. It started out as occasional aches near my knee and in my calf, and then by Saturday night it was a near-constant ache from the back of my upper thigh down to my foot. When I went to bed, I found it impossible to fall asleep, even with the sleep aid I'd taken. I couldn't take it anymore and had to take an oxy to get to sleep. I woke up at 3:00 am and the whole-leg ache was back. I couldn't fall back asleep so I got up and took two oxys along with three Tylenol, which helped immensely. It didn't completely eliminate it, but it at least made me much more comfortable. I spent yesterday relaxing as much as I could, though I still made sure to get up and move around, take a shower, etc. Last night I took both the sleep aid and an oxy, plus two Tylenol and slept until about 1:30 am. Due to the return of the whole-leg pain, I really wanted to get up and take another dose of pain meds, but I didn't since I knew that would leave me short on my prescription. I made an effort to just lay there and deal with it, trying to fall back asleep. I somehow managed to do so, and woke up for good at 4:00 am. I took my pain meds and while the pain is still there and it's really annoying, it's at least tolerable. I find myself wishing today was surgery day so I wouldn't have to deal with this anymore--it's SO uncomfortable. I really hope this doesn't happen again after this next surgery.<br />
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<u>Other Stuff</u><br />
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I haven't had any issues with getting up and down, using the bathroom, and using the shower. It's hard to get used to "no bending, lifting or twisting," but I'm managing just fine. We put a garbage bag on the passenger seat in the car so I can easily get in and turn myself.<br />
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The incision in my abdomen is quite big (see picture--sorry if you're squeamish!)--about seven inches--and was closed with staples and stitches. I'm not thrilled about that, as it's not nearly as pretty as what the plastic surgeon did a few years ago, but it's just a scar. It's worth it, because it means my back has been fixed and I'm on my way to being pain-free. I had a reaction to the bandage, which I've never had before. I broke out in red, itchy bumps. I've been using hydrocortisone cream and it's almost gone. though I'm still a little itchy once in awhile. The incision was sore for over a week, but that's feeling good now. though the staples are starting to annoy me.<br />
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In summary, I'm getting around really well, much better that I thought I would be. I was surprised that my pain levels weren't as high as I thought they would be, which is good. Most of the pain I've had has been more around the sciatica and leg pain, and the episode I had last Tuesday, which I'm guessing is from inflammation. I'm surprised that it took almost two weeks for that to set in.<br />
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And now it's on to surgery #2, which is tomorrow morning!<br />
<br />Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-51430848927388278002020-03-02T14:12:00.000-05:002020-03-02T14:12:18.891-05:00tomorrow is the day!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Got my hair cut recently, so I'll be looking good while I'm on the operating table! LOL<br /><a href="http://www.calvinsstudio.com/" target="_blank">Calvin's Hair Studio in Middletown</a>.</td></tr>
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Obviously I haven't followed through on posting here more! I started this post several weeks ago, so I've updated it and here it is.<br />
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Tomorrow is the day: anterior (from the front) L4-L5 fusion. I have to be at the hospital by 6 am. No solid food after midnight, clear liquids up until 4:30 am, and nothing at all--not even water--after 4:30 am. I can handle the food part, but I'm really sad that I won't be able to have my daily iced mocha latter, which I have every morning while I read my favorite advice columns. Also no hair gel, which means I'll look absolutely fabulous when I show up at the hospital tomorrow. Yes, of course I don't need to look good for surgery, but I feel so frumpy without my hair done. I can handle going without makeup, but the hair HAS to be done. But such is life. Hair products are flammable and I really don't want the OR to burn down.<br />
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I've been thinking a lot about life after surgery. I know the next six months or so will be hard, but if I want to (hopefully) be pain-free in the coming years, I need to do it. I'll get through it--the post-op pain, physical limitations, and emotional struggle are only temporary. Time will inevitably pass whether I have surgery or not. I can either spend it in pain, living on narcotic pain meds and trying to put off surgery longer, or I can suck it up and get it over with, deal with the post-op pain, and then move on with my life. I'm opting to suck it up and just do it.<br />
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I've been thinking about the things I'm looking forward to after all is said and done:<br />
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<li>No longer saying, "My back hurts." </li>
<li>No longer saying, "I can't lift this." Or going ahead and lifting it anyway and paying for it later.</li>
<li>No longer having to go to a meeting or event and looking for the chair that seems as though it will torture me the least.</li>
<li>No longer being the person with the bad back.</li>
<li>No longer dreading long meetings due to having to sit for so long. Instead, I'll be able to dread them for the simple fact that I could be doing something better than sitting in a meeting.</li>
<li>No longer dreading sitting down to watch TV in my own home.</li>
<li>No longer needing narcotic pain medication. While it's great pain relief, I've built some tolerance and it usually gives me a headache; I feel like I've constantly had a headache for the last eight months.</li>
<li>Being able to once again sleep through the night. At the moment, I'm waking up around 1 am due to back pain. At that point, the pain meds are starting to wear off. I then spend hours tossing and turning, and sleeping fitfully. </li>
<li>No longer feeling like a train wreck in the morning. Part of this is the pain medication and part of it is back pain ans stiffness.</li>
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So, I'm looking forward to NOT doing, feeling, or saying a lot of things. And tomorrow is the day it all changes for the better.</div>
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(As you can see, I got my hair cut. I finally found someone who is very close by so I don't have to drive an hour anymore. If you're in mid-state CT, try <a href="http://www.calvinsstudio.com/" target="_blank">Calvin's Hair Studio</a> in Middletown. Very reasonable prices, very friendly, and he does a great job.)</div>
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Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-60376241900490302952020-02-01T20:17:00.002-05:002020-04-19T09:59:37.865-04:00good riddance to 2019, and hello to 2020!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yikes. I can't believe it's been more than two months since I've last posted here. It's been a combination of laziness, not really having much to say, and not having a desire to sit here and type about nothing. But today I'm back, and I'm hoping I post more often.<br />
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So, what's been going on?<br />
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Well, I'm happy to say 2019 is over. It was the year of Stupid Bullshit, both personally and professionally.<br />
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Stupid Bullshit:<br />
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<li>I ended a job of four years due to sale of the company and my position being made redundant</li>
<li>I started a new job, which I wasn't initially thrilled about giving I didn't WANT to get a new job (but I'm happy now)</li>
<li>Said new job was extremely frustrating for the first six months or so</li>
<li>I had a personal issue going on that cost a lot of wasted time, wasted money, a couple rude surprises, and shitload of hassle</li>
<li>My back pain got worse, and another the second round of radio frequency ablation didn't work</li>
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And here are the good things, which happened in the same year:</div>
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<li>The frustration at my job resolved itself and I'm happy now</li>
<li>The personal issue was resolved. Another great day.</li>
<li>We sold our old house, which has been an anchor around my neck for more than five years. We took a big loss, but we're just glad to nearly be rid of it forever. (closing is soon)</li>
<li>I found alternative pain relief</li>
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And the biggest and probably most important Good Thing? I made the decision to have back surgery. Lumbar fusion of the L4-L5 vertebrae. </div>
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When is surgery? March 3...and March 17. Yes, it's two surgeries: one from the front to remove the disc and place the bone graft, and one from the back to build the cage.</div>
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So, I've decided that's what I'm going to blog about in the coming months: prep for surgery, the surgery itself, and then recovery. Not only because it will give me something to post about, but hopefully it will get me back on track with my eating habits so I can lose a little weight before surgery.<br />
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What else will I post about? My new home gym, the new fuzzy additions to my family, and other things.<br />
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See you soon!</div>
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Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-37543229715139374412019-11-29T15:38:00.000-05:002019-11-29T15:38:01.457-05:00my first trip to Washington, DC<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh boy--it's been more than two months since I last posted! I've had some things going on and really haven't felt like writing. But I'll get back into it by posting about my business trip I took in October. <div>
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I'm lucky enough in my particular job role that each year I get to go on a business trip. It's an annual conference for a software company my employer uses and it's typically in a good location, such as California. This year it was in Washington, DC. I was really excited about it since I'd never been there. My husband hadn't either, and he loves history, so it was a perfect vacation spot for him. (My boss was shocked to learn I'd never been to DC. I'm not sure why that's so shocking, but it was to her. I guess because she goes there often with her family and they all love it there.) <br /><br />We decided to tack on about three days of vacation, which were prior to the conference days. Since I had only that time to see everything I wanted to see before having to spend two and half days at the conference, I made a list of my must-see attractions. We made it to most of them. Unfortunately, I missed out on seeing the Holocaust Museum. In order to see it I would have had to go on the last day of the conference, which was a half-day; however, I'd forgotten it was Yom Kippur and it was closed. I still made it to the Bureau of Engraving and the Library of Congress, though.<br />
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This is what I saw while I was there:<br />
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<li><a href="https://www.moneyfactory.gov/" target="_blank">Bureau of Engraving and Printing</a>. I’m a banker, so seeing money being printed was exciting to me. It amazed me that one small pallet of $20.00 notes was $6.4 million, and there were SEVEN pallets in one little space! And yes, the place smelled like money!</li>
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<li><a href="https://www.nps.gov/linc/index.htm" target="_blank">Lincoln Memorial</a>. I saw this at night on the <a href="https://www.trolleytours.com/washington-dc/night-tours" target="_blank">Monuments by Moonlight</a> tour (we also stopped at the MLK Jr. Memorial and the Iwo Jima Marine Corps Memorial), which we did on the second night we were there. It was SO worth it! It was beautiful. Someone was having their wedding pictures taken while we were there. I loved standing on the steps and looking out onto the reflecting pool and then Washington Monument beyond that. And yes, there were A LOT of steps!</li>
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<li><a href="https://airandspace.si.edu/" target="_blank">Air and Space Museum</a>. I LOVED this! So interesting. The Hubble telescope was on display, so that was quite interesting to see. Definitely not as big as I thought it would be. I wish we could have spent more time here, but we got there about an hour and half before it closed. Also, they were renovating so several sections were closed.</li>
<li><a href="https://americanhistory.si.edu/" target="_blank">American History Museum</a>. Lots of interesting stuff here. I wasn't able to see all of it; there was just so much to see (three floors!) and I didn't have enough time.</li>
<li><a href="https://www.archives.gov/" target="_blank">National Archives</a>. Here I saw the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution, among other things. </li>
<li><a href="https://www.usbg.gov/" target="_blank">United States Botanic Garden</a>. Here we saw lots of different plants and flowers. Very warm and humid inside!</li>
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As far as food goes, we didn’t get much beyond the hotel and the National Mall area. My husband is a very plain eater, so we stuck with things he would like. Plus, even though the company paid for most of it, food was expensive. We hit a few food trucks and the food was really good. We went to the Hard Rock Cafe once. We also had a rib eye steak on our last night since it was still part of my business trip and the company paid. :)<br />
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We took Amtrak (Acela train) and that was a pleasant experience. It was a little annoying, though, how many people took up two seats on purpose, which meant it was hard to find two seats together on our way there. Once we got to NY the conductor made announcements that people cannot take up two seats since it was a nearly-full train. Oh, and there were MANY announcements for people to check their tickets and make sure they’re on the right train. Apparently there’s an express train and then another Acela train. Guess what? At least one person got on the wrong train going to DC, and at least four different people got on the wrong train coming home! One huge difference between taking the train and flying was that once you get to the train station, you just get on the train. No checking bags, going through security, etc. Also, lots of leg room!<br />
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So, we had a great time. I'd really like to go back again, though, so I can see more. I felt rushed since I only had a few days to see what I wanted to see and had to skip some things.<br />
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Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-83775053304644066012019-09-18T07:00:00.000-04:002019-09-18T07:00:07.066-04:00Lou and RoscoeWe gained one, Roscoe, and lost one, Lou.<br />
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Lou came to us from someone who worked at the deli, which was downstairs from my former employer. She was moving and couldn't take him, so we did. I think that was somewhere around 2008. I'm not sure how old he was at the time, though I think he was maybe three years old. He was likely around 15 years old when he disappeared last month.<br />
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Lou was an indoor/outdoor cat. He could be quite the grouchy asshole if we didn't let him out, so we continued to allow him to go outside even though all my other cats are indoor-only. He generally stayed in the yard. He would walk around the perimeter, sometimes sit in the driveway or the yard and watch cars go by, or just hang out on the patio chairs.<br />
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He was a tough bastard. When we first moved to our new house five years ago, he tangled with something that de-gloved his tail. What that means is that whatever animal attacked him stripped the fur from his tail. It was quite disgusting and he had to have half his tail amputated. It didn't stop him, though. He continued to go outside and do his thing, often bringing us "prizes." Mostly dead, but some alive: mice (mostly dead, sometimes alive), chipmunks (alive), and a bird once or twice. He would sit outside and do his "I brought your something, mom!" meow and I knew to check and make sure it was dead before I opened the door. (I neglected to do that recently, and <a href="https://itjustdawned.blogspot.com/2019/06/to-catch-chipmunk.html#.XX5Y4ihKiUk" target="_blank">this is what happened</a>.)<br />
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I left for work one morning last month and for some reason I decided to go over and pet him. I though to myself, "Let me pet him just in case I don't see him again." And I didn't. He didn't come home that night after being let out for his usual afternoon stroll. My hope is that he simply went somewhere to die since he was getting old. He never went much beyond the grass behind the garage, which is well away from the property line, so this is more likely; however, it's possible an animal got him.<br />
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Even though he could be a jerk, I'll miss him. He became a marshmallow the last few months. He was getting old and I think that's why he softened up a bit. He wanted to be pet more often. He purred more. Made more biscuits. And even though he could be quite embarrassing when he sat outside and howled to come in--he sounded like he was yelling "Hello" and it ECHOED through the neighborhood--I'll miss it. I was actually quite funny, though embarrassing. I like to think he's crossed the Rainbow Bridge and that my other long-gone kitties have accepted him, even though they were the frequent recipients of a growl or swat from him for no good reason!<br />
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On to the new kitty, Roscoe. Strangely, Lou disappeared about three days after we got Roscoe. I doubt it's connected, but it's strange nonetheless.<br />
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Roscoe seems to love the <a href="https://ripplerug.com/product/" target="_blank">ripple rug</a> I bought last year. None of the other cats care about it, but he loves it. He likes to dive through the holes while he's playing with a toy. He also likes when I toss the fleece blanket on him. He wrestles with it and tries to drag it away, chirping the whole time--I often end up in a tug-of-war game with him.<br />
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I also need to comment on his tail. His tail is fluffy and fabulous; I can't resist touching it every time he walks by. He knows it, too, because he tries to side-step me. Sometimes I can get him in time and sometimes I can't.<br />
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Overall, he's a little weird (see the picture of him eating), but we love him. He's a good cat and hopefully he's enjoying his new home.<br />
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It's been a few months since I've done one of these posts, so I guess it's time. (I've also been sitting on this post for two months, editing here and there, so time to finally post it.)<br />
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<u>Family</u><br />
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Unfortunately my in-laws' house burned down last month. Thankfully everyone, including the dog, got out in time, so no one was hurt. I can't even imagine how it feels to lose the house you've been living in for most of your life, as well as nearly all your belongings. Family pictures, memorabilia, clothing, appliances, everything.<br />
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So, they're having to live in a hotel until they can move into my old house. (Luckily the insurance company found a hotel that will take the dog.) That will happen the first week of October. It's going to take about six to nine months to rehab the house, so they'll likely be in our old house until Spring. Once they leave, that house is being sold come Hell or high water! Although, they've talked about selling their house once it's completed and buying ours. That would be absolutely fabulous and I pray it happens. That house needs to go!<br />
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My niece, Ashley, is getting married next month. I can't believe another one is getting married. I feel old!! It seems like only yesterday my sister was pregnant with her. In fact, she was pregnant with her when I got married! I was married February 10, 1996, and Ashley was born on February 27. I wish her all the love and luck in the world!<br />
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<u>Back Pain</u><br />
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I still have back pain, and it's gotten worse.<br />
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Although the nerve ablation I had in January for the facet joints helped a lot, it doesn't help the sciatica I get from the bulging discs, and that's what's still bothering me. Also, the ablation has worn off. I was told the pain relief could last anywhere from six months to two years. I'd say it lasted about six months, then started creeping back again.<br />
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My back started hurting more somewhere around June, though it was mostly while working. I have a desk job and a majority of my job requires me to actually be at my desk. Even though I have a sit/stand desk and a decent chair, and I try to switch positions at least once per hour, it's not enough. If I stand for more than 10-15 minutes, the bulging disc starts pressing on my sciatic nerve and it's time to sit down. Then my lower back starts hurting after about 20 minutes and I need to either stand up to work or go walk around a bit. Then the leg pain kicks in. So, I finally figured out that I need to take Percocet at work, as my back pain is at it's worst when I'm working. I asked for a refillable prescription about three months ago, and I'm SO thankful I've had that, as it's helped me stay focused on my work and not on the back pain. I also finally connected the dots about the ablation having worn off when I started having sleeping problems again, which was about a month ago. The Percocet has also helped me to sleep longer. By "longer" I mean that instead of waking up a midnight or 1:00 am with back pain, I can sleep until about 4:00/4:30 am. Then I start the tossing and turning and am generally in pain. Prior to the ablation wearing off, it wasn't this bad.<br />
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So, I'm going next Monday to have another ablation. I'll get the right side done that day, and then the following week the other side. Hopefully that will get me through my upcoming business trip--a five hour train ride--and carry me into Spring, which is when I'll make a decision about fusion. I could continue to take Percocet and have ablations, but why cover up the problem? I'd rather just fix it.<br />
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<u>Elbow Pain</u><br />
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I'm also dealing with really bad tendinitis in my left elbow, which is also now in my right elbow, too. I've been dealing with this since February. I went to physical therapy, but that didn't help. It also aggravated the pulled bicep muscle from a few months ago. I had a cortisone shot, and that didn't help either. Apparently the solution was water-soluble, which may be why it didn't work. I'm going to make an appointment to get more shots next week, this time with a non-water-soluble solution, and hopefully that solves the problem.<br />
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<u>Work</u><br />
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I've been in my new job for about six months now and I like it. It was tough at first, since I hadn't wanted to go back to a bank at all and definitely not in the same capacity; I didn't want to job search (previous bank was sold); and I was walking into a tough situation. Thankfully that situation resolved itself, so things are looking up. I really like my team--they're awesome!--; I love my boss; and I like the people and culture. Onward and upward!<br />
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<br />Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-5938112279431063522019-08-18T13:10:00.001-04:002019-08-18T13:10:50.882-04:00my first batch of picklesThis year I decided to grow cucumbers for the first time: one pickling cucumber plant and one regular cucumber plant. I planted them in pots and put in a small trellis so I wouldn't have to worry about having enough room for the vines to grow, nor would I have to worry about them being forgotten under the leaves. Plus I just didn't want to dig a garden.<br />
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But what to do with them since only my husband likes cucumbers? Pickle them, of course! Although I've learned how to do canning, I didn't have nearly enough cucumbers to do more than one jar of pickles so I opted for a refrigerator pickle recipe. (At this point I had only two pickling cucumbers so far.) All I had to do was cut up the cucumbers, mix the ingredients, put them all in a jar and stash them in the fridge overnight. Pickling the cucumbers was also an excuse to use the fresh dill from my garden.<br />
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Here's the recipe I used: <a href="https://pinchandswirl.com/easy-dill-lovers-refrigerator-pickles/" target="_blank">Easy Dill Lovers Refrigerator Pickles</a><br />
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Here are the pickles before they went into the fridge. A couple days later the level of liquid rose almost to the top, because the salt in the brine released water from the cucumbers.<br />
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Overall I liked this recipe. They're so fresh-tasting and crispy. Much different from jarred pickles from the grocery store. (And notice they're not Army Green-colored!) I tried another one a couple weeks ago and it just didn't taste like a sour dill pickle should taste. I think I'll be sticking with this recipe. A word of caution, though: if you're not used to fresh pickles, brace yourself for the first bite--it will put hair on your chest!<br />
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<br />Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-75605141879951466972019-07-20T21:27:00.001-04:002019-07-20T21:27:24.817-04:00grilled vegetablesI've been extremely lazy and completely unmotivated the last few months, which is part of why my blog posts are getting further apart. Hopefully my issues will be resolved in the next couple months, though. In the meantime, a short post about my first-ever experience making grilled vegetables.<br />
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Recently I had some store-bought grilled veggies and they were delicious. The best part was I didn't have to make them myself--a definite plus these days. I had them as a side dish with some fish for lunch at work. Unfortunately, the store where I got the veggies is 20 minutes away and not cheap--Whole Paycheck...I mean Foods. There's no way it makes sense to spend that much on grilled veggies when I can easily make them myself. Did I actually feel like it? No. But did I do it anyway? Yes.<br />
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I made a marinade using some garlic balsamic vinegar I had in the cabinet. My husband got it for me a while back and I just haven't made an effort to use it. He got it from <a href="https://beekman1802.com/" target="_blank">Beekman 1802 Mercantile</a> and it's called <a href="https://shop.beekman1802.com/collections/all-food/products/roasted-garlic-blaak-drizzle" target="_blank">Roasted Garlic Drizzle</a>. (If anyone watches the Amazing Race, the owners won the 2012 season. <a href="https://itjustdawned.blogspot.com/2014/05/weekend-in-review_25.html#.XTO7q-hKiUk" target="_blank">We visited their farm</a> in 2014 and I got to hold the baby goats. 😊) I also used olive oil, lemon juice and some salt and pepper. For vegetables I used vidalia onions, cremini mushrooms, red peppers, zucchini, yellow squash and roma tomatoes. I chopped all the vegetables into either strips or chunks. The onions were cut into quarters from top to bottom, leaving the root end intact so they didn't fall apart when grilled. I then put them all in a two-gallon plastic bag to marinate for the day. Once that was done, I grilled them until charred and soft. I left the red peppers a bit crunchy for texture. I then cut the bigger vegetables into smaller pieces. And that's it!<br />
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I have to say, they tasted delicious. I really enjoyed the flavor of the vinegar. The veggies were a little crunchy, a bit sweet, and had a nice charred flavor from the grill. And I'm happy to report that not one vegetable fell through the grates!<br />
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1/4 cup olive oil<br />
3 TB garlic balsamic vinegar (use whatever balsamic you like)<br />
Juice of one lemon<br />
1/2 tsp salt (add more if you like)<br />
1/2 tsp pepper<br />
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Mix well and pour into a dish or plastic bag along with the vegetables.<br />
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I'm trying to get better about posting here; however, I don't have much motivation lately. I figured I would tell a funny story--something that happened this week--and make it easy on myself.<br />
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Anyone who knows me knows that I have a lot of cats. Like, A LOT--11 at the moment. Yes, 11. Double digits. Having 11 cats means my house is sometimes a circus. The cats chase each other, play together (usually), sometimes fight, crowd us out in bed and hog the covers, step on my boob, cry for their dinner two hours early, and do various other cat things. (One of my favorites is when they sit and stare at the ceiling for no apparent reason. I know they probably hear a critter in the attic; however, my house was built in 1735 so I tend to wonder if they're seeing a ghost. Freaks me out.) Sometimes they leave me all-natural, homemade "gifts" that I sometimes don't see until I've stepped in them, which is always fun. And occasionally the one indoor/outdoor cat I have, Lou (above), brings me outside "gifts." These "gifts" are typically dead mice, dead birds, and once a dead chipmunk. Key word here is "dead." He leaves them on the door step to show me what a good hunter he is and how proud he is of his kill.<br />
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Earlier this week I was getting ready for work–getting ready to step into the shower, actually–and Lou was crying to come in the house. He was using his weird cry, which means, “Ma! I caught this cute, fuzzy animal and killed it for you! Come look!!” When I hear that cry, I know to check and make sure it’s dead and laying on the patio, and not in his mouth and alive. That was followed by normal cries, so I didn’t check like I usually do. Well, I let him in and he’s got a live chipmunk in his mouth. He trotted in like he’s all that and a bag of chips. The other cats were VERY interested. <br />
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(Now, before I go on, keep in mind that I was just getting into the shower, which means I was naked. Seeing what was about to happen, I panicked for a second and then threw on a sweatshirt and underwear. For some reason, I couldn't find my pajama pants.)<br />
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Lou proceeds to drop the chipmunk on the floor in front of me. It promptly plays dead for a few seconds while the others look on--chipmunks are smart like that. Then it gets up and runs around the house, starting with the living room. So there’s a chipmunk running around with no less than six cats chasing it. Bailey (above) catches it and runs off in another direction and the others follow. Bailey drops the chipmunk in the den and they all race to get it, but Bailey is too fast--there's no way he's giving up his prize. So Bailey gets it again and runs into the family room. Luckily the family room has a door and I thought to close it so at least the situation is contained in one room. I then had to figure out how to get the chipmunk out of the house without getting bit (those things have jaws like a vise and very sharp teeth!). It then occurred to me to throw a towel over him and the chipmunk. So I grabbed a bath towel and flung it over Bailey, who still has the chipmunk by the tail, then picked them both up and brought them outside on the back stair. (Yes, in nothing but a sweatshirt and underwear. Luckily it was the back stairs and the neighbors aren't too close.) Since Bailey is an indoor-only cat I couldn’t just put him outside. He wouldn’t let go of the chipmunk, so I did the only thing I could think of--I shook him until he dropped the chipmunk…and then the chipmunk grabbed on to the towel! Rather than put the towel on the ground like a normal person would have, I started shaking the towel until it let go and ran away. I tossed Bailey back in the house and I got on with taking a shower.<br />
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Took me just a few minutes to contain the situation. I got on with my shower and got to work on time. :)<br />
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Wondering what other live "gifts" I've received from various cats over the years, and which made it into the house? Mice, birds, and a live snake. Yes, a snake! And now a live chipmunk. I'm not sure what was more fun, though: the live bird that flew around the house while multiple cats chased it, jumped in the windows, trashing the blinds and knocking stuff over, eventually catching it and giving it a bath (nope, they didn't kill it!), or this chipmunk.<br />
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Best ever dead "gift"? A dead catfish from the pond behind my old house. It was delivered to my front door and was sitting on the Welcome mat.<br />
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<br />Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-77039231469230968742019-06-14T21:27:00.001-04:002019-06-14T21:27:19.652-04:00Krave the Krunch Grainless GranolaI just realized that I had this post languishing in Drafts. For some reason I wrote it a couple months ago and then forgot to post it! Anyway...<br />
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I found this <a href="https://justrealfoodsco.com/product/choco-nuts-grainless-granola/" target="_blank">grainless granola</a> when I went to the natural foods store on my way home from volunteering in my old hometown. I'm always looking to try something new and grainless granola seemed like a good idea. I won't lie--this was not cheap by any means. I cost $8.29; however, there was no tag on the shelf or the bag, so I had no idea until the cashier rang it up. I wasn't thrilled, but I wanted to try it because chocolate!!<br />
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So, what's in it? According to the Just Real Foods website: Walnut, Shredded Coconut, Dark Chocolate (Cacao Powder, Cocoa Butter, Wildflower Honey), Wildflower Honey, Almond, Pecan, Maple Syrup, Sunflower Seeds, Pumpkin Seeds, Coconut Oil, Golden Flaxseed, Cinnamon – Grain-Free/Grainless – Certified Paleo – Non-GMO Project Verified – Kosher Pareve – Certified Gluten Free – NO Processed/Refined Sugars. So, basically it's granola made out of walnuts instead of rolled oats.<br />
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And how does it taste? I thought it was good. It had a nice chocolate and coconut flavor; however, it had too much walnut flavor for my taste. It wasn't overwhelming, but I definitely knew it was made of walnuts. I'm not a fan of walnuts in general, so a product whose main ingredient is walnuts doesn't make for a great treat for me. If you like walnuts, though, you may like this product.<br />
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As I said, I like trying new foods, especially when it's low in carbs, sugar and calories. I usually don't eat granola, because it has a lot of sugar and I just don't want to spend that many calories on such a small, non-filling snack. This granola has only 116 calories, 6 grams of carbs (!!) and 4 grams of sugar. That's pretty good for something called "granola."<br />
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Would I buy this again? No. It was good, but it has too much walnut flavor for me. Plus, it was $8.29 and that's a bit expensive.<br />
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<br />Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-7454902058427503932019-05-19T15:19:00.003-04:002019-05-19T15:19:56.934-04:00beer, bacon and cheddar cornbreadRecently I made cornbread in my cast iron skillet. If you've never done that, try it. Assuming you have a cast iron skillet, of course. It makes a nice crust, and it's even better if you're making a recipe that uses bacon. You fry the bacon in the skillet, take out the bacon and pour off most of the bacon grease leaving only enough to coat the skillet. Then you put the corn bread batter in that same skillet and pop it in the oven to bake. Yum!<br />
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So, what did I change in the recipe? (You know I always change something.) I added scallions since I had some in the fridge to use up, and I doubled the cheese. That's it. Oh, and I greased the cast iron pan with bacon grease left over from frying the bacon. This particular recipe doesn't call for that; however, I like the crust it produces.<br />
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It was delicious, just like I knew it would be. It was salty and a little smokey because of the bacon, and tangy because of the sour cream and beer. I used Yuengling Premium since that's what was in my husband's camping cooler outside. He says he couldn't taste the beer, but what does he know?? I tasted it right away, because I don't actually like beer. It gave the cornbread a good flavor, though.<br />
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My only gripe is with the shredded cheese I used. Lately I've been shredding my own cheese from a bigger block; however, I had some packaged shredded cheese I needed to use up. What a difference! As you can see, it looks kind of dry on top and almost seems like it didn't melt. It didn't taste cheesy either. Considering I doubled the cheese on top and the amount I mixed in the batter, that's really disappointing. There's nothing wrong with packaged shredded cheese, it just doesn't really melt the same in some recipes.<div>
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Here's the recipe I used: <a href="https://lovefoodies.com/beer-bacon-and-cheddar-cornbread/" target="_blank">Beer, Bacon and Cheddar Cornbread</a></div>
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Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-45893090924138384422019-04-27T07:00:00.000-04:002019-04-27T07:00:10.997-04:00peanut butter bites<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I made some peanut butter bites this week. Recipe was courtesy of my trainer. I believe he got it from vshred.com.<br />
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I changed the recipe a little bit, but only because I thought coconut would be a good addition. Also, I didn't have unsalted natural peanut butter. I bought some previously, but it was incredibly difficult to stir so I ditched it.<br />
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This recipe is based on the one he sent to me, which I doubled. This makes 24 peanut butter bites. If you want only 12 bites, just cut this in half.<br />
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My calorie count came out to about 150 calories each, which I feel it quite high; however, they're very satisfying and fairly filling. These are great to have when you have a junk food craving and they keep very well in the fridge. Protein is 4 grams and sugar is 6 grams per bite.<br />
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4 TB honey<br />
1 1/3 cup unsalted peanut butter (I used regular creamy peanut butter)<br />
2 cups rolled oats (not instant or steel-cut oats)<br />
3/4 cup dark chocolate chips<br />
1/4 cup coconut<br />
1 cup ground flax seeds (flax meal)<br />
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Combine all the ingredients and then put in the fridge for 15 to 30 minutes. This makes it easier to roll them.<br />
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<br />Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10155109643839967837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668404006283713530.post-35621658382226276062019-04-21T15:11:00.001-04:002019-04-21T15:11:55.947-04:00Catsbury Park's Second Annual Cat Convention<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I recently went to the second annual <a href="http://www.catsburyconvention.com/home/" target="_blank">Catsbury Park Cat Convention</a>, which was held in Asbury Park, NJ and run by Catsbury Park Cat Cafe.<br />
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When I saw the advertisement last year I wasn't all that sure I wanted to go again. <a href="https://itjustdawned.blogspot.com/2018/04/my-first-cat-convention.html#.XLxn5ehKiUk" target="_blank">I went to the first one </a>they held last year and while I enjoyed it, it was absolutely packed and I think some things could have been done better. But it was their first convention and I don't think they expected the huge turnout they got. Ultimately I decided to go since it's was only $40.00 for both days and the proceeds go to charity.<br />
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The weather was warmer this time; however, it was very windy out by the water (the Asbury Park Convention Hall is on the boardwalk). Unfortunately there was a fire at the Dunes Boardwalk Cafe while we were there. It started right before we arrived at the convention hall and burned all day. It was extinguished for a short time, but the high winds caused it to reignite. It was actually still smoldering the next morning. The Dunes is about a half mile or so away, but the air was pretty smokey both days. Luckily we didn't have to evacuate.<br />
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When we arrived on Friday we visited the <a href="https://www.catsburypark.com/" target="_blank">Catsbury Park Cat Cafe</a> on Friday afternoon. It's a vegan cafe. One side is the cafe and the other is the cat lounge where you can hang out with the cats, play with them, feed them treats, or eat your own vegan treats. All the kitties are up for adoption. Last year I went on Saturday night after the convention and it was SO, so busy and the cats were either sleeping, hiding or cranky. This time they were mostly all awake, happy and ready to play. The added bonus was that my cousin and I were practically the only ones there so we got to hog the kitties.<br />
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We then headed over to the convention hall for early wrist-banding and then off to dinner at the <a href="http://americanadiner.net/" target="_blank">Americana Diner</a> (great diner!). I’m so glad they did early wrist-banding this year. Last year was the first convention they held and I think the huge turnout was really unexpected and the lines were very long (it was actually at legal capacity a half hour after opening last year), so they wanted to streamline this year.<br />
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We decided to use Uber for the convention Saturday morning so we wouldn’t have to get there super early in order to get good parking. Knowing that it’s not a huge convention, and that there isn’t much on the boardwalk to do this time of year, I didn’t want to be hanging around for over two hours before the presentation at noon I wanted to attend. It worked out well. We got there around 11:30 am, the Uber was half price so it only cost about $5.00 (cheaper than parking!), and we didn't have to deal with parking. It was awesome being able to walk right in and not have to wait in line. We walked around the convention floor for a bit, then headed over to the Paramount Theater to see “From Stray to Space: How Klaus became an Astrocat,” which was presented by Klaus’s dad, Mick. I was hoping Klaus would be there like he was last year, but he was hanging out at the hotel; he’s now 19 and Mick didn’t want to stress him out. (If you want to check out their Facebook page, click here: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheKlausCat/" target="_blank">https://www.facebook.com/TheKlausCat/</a>. There are also some super cute videos here: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/Mick12321kciM/videos" target="_blank">You tube</a>) I really enjoyed the presentation. Mick talked a lot about Oskar (now deceased) and Klaus's lives, as well as their efforts in helping bring books and resources to blind children. I teared up when he talked about Oskar's passing, which happened last year two months before the last convention.<br />
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The next presentation I wanted to see–<a href="http://www.kittenlady.org/" target="_blank">Hannah Shaw, the Kitten Lady</a>–wasn’t until 5:00 pm so we had quite a bit of time to kill. We shopped the convention hall, went up to the adoption lounge to look at the kitties (no, I didn’t adopt one!!), had appetizers at the <a href="https://www.therobinsonalehouseasburypark.com/" target="_blank">Robinson Ale House</a>, and shopped around the little mall that houses the convention hall. I ALMOST got a tattoo (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/Neptunetattoo/" target="_blank">Neptune Tattoo</a> was there), but I chickened out at the last minute. I’ve never wanted a tattoo or even cared for them, but they had some really minimalist designs and I was thinking I’d be OK with one on my ankle or maybe my shoulder. (Plus I’m a crazy cat lady so why not advertise it and be proud of it?) I was thinking of this one below, but just a black outline with no coloring. Maybe next time!<br />
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I really enjoyed Hannah Shaw’s presentation, "All Things Kitten and Community Cats." She showed some really cute videos of her neonatal kittens, a TNR (trap-neuter-return) project she worked on, as well as some other videos. She talked a lot about neonatal kittens and community cats (ferals) and how they’re the most at-risk cat population and how people can help. Lots of useful information. (Here's a link to her website, which has links to her different social media pages: <a href="http://www.kittenlady.org/follow">http://www.kittenlady.org/follow</a>.)<br />
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Sunday we did two celebrity cat meet and greets: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/iamlilbub/" target="_blank">Lil Bub</a>, and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/StacheTheCelebrityCat/" target="_blank">Stache</a> and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/DobbyTheCat1/" target="_blank">Teddy</a> (yes, I’m a geek and a crazy cat lady!). Most of the meet and greets were held at the <a href="https://www.theasburyhotel.com/" target="_blank">Asbury Hotel</a>. We made sure to get there at least 30-45 minutes before the meet and greets started since lines form early. I also wanted to try and get towards the front of the line so the cats wouldn't be cranky or tired. We got right into see Stache and Teddy due to the way they divided up the waiting area. We just happened to be on the side where people weren’t waiting and they told the Stache and Teddy attendees to wait there. Lil Bub, on the other hand, we waited about an hour, maybe a little more, since it started at the same time as Stache and Teddy, which meant we were nearly at the end of the line. But it was worth it. She’s adorable! Tiny and so mellow. (There was a young woman in front of us and she was saying that she was so excited to meet Lil Bub that she felt like she was going to faint! Mike, Lil Bub's owner, told her to calm herself since Bub was starting to pick up on her excitement. The woman ahead of her was talking about how she balled her eyes out last year when she met Bub for the first time, and that they had to tell her to calm down and get hold of herself before approaching Bub. I mean, I love cats and wanted to meet Bub, but I don’t put it quite on the same level as meeting Def Leppard. Although it was close!)<div>
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Before heading home I made my obligatory trip to Wegman’s to get some goodies (there’s no Wegman’s in my state so I go when I’m near one) and then we were on the road.<br /><br />It was a good convention. I was so happy it wasn’t jam-packed like last year; however, there was the fire at the Dunes Boardwalk Cafe a half mile away, so perhaps the combo of the smokey air and the fact that the huge turnout last year soured some people (and that people didn’t actually read the website last year to know that it’s not a cat SHOW, it’s a CONVENTION) is what kept attendance down a bit. There were lots of great vendors. I got some artwork, cat toys, a door stop, and Lil Bub leggings and a mug (courtesy of my cousin). Got some yummy vegan treats, too. My only complaint this time around is that they seemed to go the opposite direction in terms of the presentations they had this year. Last year they had lots of them on both days, with generally two or three running concurrently. This year it seemed there weren’t many at all on Saturday, which is when most people attend the convention. Most were on Sunday when people would typically head home, as well as all the meet and greets being on Sunday, too. Although they added I think one or two on Saturday because Sunday sold out. And since the convention hall isn’t huge, and neither is the mall outside, it was hard to fill four hours in between the two presentations.</div>
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Here are some of the goodies I grabbed. I forgot to take pics of the cat toys and they're already scattered around the house. I got two catnip kickers and four wool mice. They didn't seem to have the free tote bags this time around; however, we didn't get there at opening time so they may have had them and run out by the time we got there.<div style="text-align: center;">
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