I know I haven’t written for a couple of weeks, but I’ve been busy having triumphs! So, pardon me, but I will just spend this blog entry updating you a little, and then we can get back to our regular programming. Here goes:

First, the camping: 6 days in Vickie, my Van…much fun. There’s something to be said for being a handicapper: I had this great camp site near all the action, with lots of electricity and water. I could run the AC when it got up to 90 (which it did), and turn the lights on when it thunder stormed (which it also did). I was close to the showers and the food, not to mention all my friends. The only problem I could figure out was driving the van for any length of time—lifting up my right leg to step on the brake was the exact motion that the PT Guy and I have been working on, and I haven’t quite got it yet. Fortunately, the music festival was only an hour and a half from home, so—a short drive.

Then, at the end of July, I graduated from PT. I was really sorry, as I was beginning to enjoy the visits, masochist that I am. But I could see I was getting stronger and more flexible, and the progress was encouraging. I liked my PT guy, too—he was getting to be a familiar presence in my life. But he said, “You don’t need me anymore”, and he left, covered with cat hair from my pouf-y cat who loved sitting in his lap while he counted reps.

Next in line was my first plane trip since the final surgery. QD said that there was no reason to give me any kind of identity card or such, because if I beeped I would get the security once-over, no matter what he wrote on any kind of card. And of course I beeped. What a great way to get attention! People in white shirts and black pants were all over me. “Hey, hold it!” I said. “This is a titanium HIP, not a concealed weapon.” But QD was right: it made no difference to them. I feel so secure….

At any rate, traveling with a cane is a good tactic, too. People help you get your carry-on out of the overhead bin. And they give you the aisle seat. And employees of O’Hare Airport actually OFFER to help you. (I know, I know, that’s almost more than the mind can comprehend, isn’t it?) I managed to walk rather than ride in a chair, which I did before the first surgery: this is real progress. It was really quite easy, all in all.

And finally, yesterday I turned in my wheelchair to the medical supply people! I hadn’t really been using it because I needed it: I was grabbing it because it was such a handy place to sit. Then I remembered QD’s rather stern admonition to “quit thinking like an invalid.” I don’t think the wheelchair was a sign of invalidism so much as of laziness on my part, but it was time for it to go. I really DO have some nice furniture in my living room…

I’m still using a cane now and then—mostly just for long walks, like at art fairs and in big box stores, or up my long driveway to get the mail. But more and more I keep forgetting where I put it, and that’s a good sign.

And I still go back to Orchard Creek every week, to visit my friend Roseann. She has a perfectly lovely apartment there now, overlooking the creek and the trees. Her family is nearby, too—but there’s nobody who will bring her chocolates and trashy magazines about movie stars—so I’ve taken that on as a mission.

Besides, every time I stop by, I get to see my good OC friends.


3 thoughts on “Triumphs

  1. I have been following your blog since early ’08 and am most pleased and happy for you and what you have achieved. You’re attatude has been inspiring and the writing has been both instructive and entertaining. Thanks again and I hope I’ll get to read more. PS Thanks again for helping to save my butt 40 years ago! Bill

  2. The BEST blog yet! The Chinese feel the number 8 is the luckiest number. . . and this posted on 08/08/08 proves the point! Hugs from Blob

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