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Somewhat back in the saddle [Mar. 20th, 2017|11:52 pm]
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It's a stressful and somewhat complicated story, so I won't share all the details. I will say that I called someone on her bluff this week, and although it was unpleasant in the moment, it was ultimately a liberating experience.

I've been reading a marvellous book called "The Soul of an Octopus" about the intelligence and personality of sea creatures. I've also been eating more carrots and remembering to take my vitamins every day.
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(no subject) [Mar. 14th, 2017|08:06 pm]
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I am ready for things to get easier. Make it happen, universe.
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Positives [Mar. 9th, 2017|06:35 pm]
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+I saw a German Shepherd puppy today while I was out for a walk.
+I went for a walk! I think I did about six miles today.
+I mailed off a birthday present to a much-loved, soon-to-be-7-year-old, and bought some nice Wonder Woman stamps at the post office.
+I bought bread and cookies at my favourite Italian bakery.
+I visited my local comic store to catch up on my favourite titles. I was three issues behind on Wonder Woman, so clearly I had neglected visiting for a while. The owner regaled me with tales about his collectibles. His entire basement is a showroom displaying things like a hundred autographed baseballs, a life-size frozen Han Solo statue cast from the original mold, and every single comic appearance of most Marvel heroes.
+I nabbed a "lucky dip" bag of hand dyed yarn from one of my favourite yarn companies. They periodically gather up their odds and ends into random bags & offer a limited number for sale. Woo!
+I'm still here
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Tired [Mar. 8th, 2017|09:38 pm]
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Yesterday afternoon, my dad climbed six steps, sat down for a bit, then walked from his kitchen to his living room where he then sat down and looked out the front door for a while. We were all delighted.

Last night, I went to see the Lego Batman movie at the theatre about a mile away from Dad's house. It was a hassle to get away from home, and I can't say for sure that it was better than taking a two hour nap, but I did it.

These little deeds fill our lives, and things are better than they were nine months ago.
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Ha! [Feb. 28th, 2017|08:22 pm]
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Just unfollowed a crew of people on Facebook whose posts were stressing me out. They weren't political posts, either! Just selfish people boasting about being rewarded for being jerks. I don't usually let things get under my skin, but these people had really been getting me down. I'm giving up the aggravation for Lent.
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Astonishing [Feb. 28th, 2017|02:07 am]
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My Dad's house is a split-level one. You go up four steps to go into the front door, or you go through the garage and enter a little room that has six steps leading up to the main floor. For the last seven months, my dad has lived in the little room off the garage. I help him into a wheelchair, and take him out through the garage whenever the weather is mild enough to explore the neighbourhood, or whenever he has an appointment somewhere. Yet, it's a pretty tight space.

About six months ago, when he came home from rehab, my dad started getting visits from a physical therapist to help him recover his strength and mobility. She urged us to invest in an electronic powered stair machine that he could ride to get up and down the steps & reach the the main level of the house. She also suggested looking into a second one to access the top floor of the house. Dad balked at the idea of spending thousands of dollars, but she persisted in suggesting it.

Last week, the physical therapist went on vacation, and a replacement therapist from the agency began to come. This morning was her third visit, and she coached Dad into climbing the stairs into the kitchen. He took a few steps into the kitchen with his walker, sat down for a break, then climbed back down the stairs. We were all astonished, and he was enormously proud of himself. It was his first time standing in his kitchen since May of last year.

I'm sure part of today's breakthrough comes from my Dad exercising for several months, but it's troubling how much of it comes from chance and a fresh pair of eyes. There's a life lesson in there somewhere! We only have about three weeks before the health agency discharges Dad from their care, so it happened in the nick of time.

P.S. Dad joked, "Maybe the other therapist's husband sells those stair machines!"
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Comforts [Feb. 19th, 2017|02:12 am]
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Lately I have been enjoying:
-episodes of The Avengers with Diana Rigg
-string cheese sticks
-sunshine (when I can get it)
-Hedgehog Fibres Yarns
-unsweetened iced tea
-balloon volleyball with my dad
-having a bed large enough to hold unsorted laundry, comic books, one bag of Ganong chicken bones, my watch, and papers in a pile along one side
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Reading [Feb. 3rd, 2017|12:22 pm]
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Just read Arthur Miller's play "The Death of a Salesman", and it broke my heart. What a powerful work of art. I picked it up with my new library card. Getting this card is an acknowledgement that I'll be spending a lot of time in NJ this year, and I think it will brighten up the rest of the winter.

Dad has been OK, but he gets tired so easily. He seems to have aged twenty years in the last year, and I worry that he won't live much longer. He's quite frail.
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Hoo boy [Jan. 17th, 2017|04:20 pm]
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Headaches at homeCollapse )
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Mindless splurge [Jan. 12th, 2017|02:02 am]
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I bought mystery lip gloss today. It's a sealed container of shimmery scented gloss, and you don't know which scent you purchased until you open it up. Possible scents include cotton candy, bubble gum, mixed berry, banana, cherry, mint, vanilla, cucumber, and cola. I got marshmallow. Frankly, part of the surprise was the wee size of the tiny little plastic compact of gloss inside its larger packaging. Are my lips that much bigger than the target audience of this gloss? It's a cute little compact, though. It looks like a miniature macaron cookie. It now lives in the pocket of my winter coat.

In less adorable news, when my Dad gets tired (and he tires easily), he gets discouraged. Tonight, I asked if we could call some of my cousins to check in with them, and he said, "What am I going to say? You want to lie and tell them I'm doing fine, but I can't be any worse!" It's hard to know how to respond to that. His recovery has been slow, but he has been getting stronger. I wish we had some exercises to strengthen his morale.
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