Time sure flies when you’re procrastinating. Not that I planned to be away this long. We had several dramas, “incidents and accidents”, to use Paul Simon’s marvelous little phrase. My stepmother Dorothy fell at the Y and cracked her coccyx, AKA, “tailbone”. All in all, it turned out as well as you can hope for when a ninety year old falls. She just won’t be back at the Y til she’s healed a little more.
Then we had to deal with the final legal details pertaining to my brother’s estate. Part of the legacy was an envelope full of packets of stamps, mostly “Forever”, but some 42-cent Christmas stamps from several Christmases ago. That was so typical of my brother; to have a bunch of stamps.
The following week Dorothy’s Persian cat was acting odd, sort of lethargic with no appetite. I took Dorothy and Sugar to the vet, left Sugar for a work-up while Dorothy and I went home. Turns out Sugar has “the sugar”. Yep, feline diabetes. She is not on kitty insulin yet, but she started a special diet.
During all these singular events, I continued with physical therapy for my back, twice a week. It was actually a workout disguised as physical therapy. It was tough, but I actually enjoyed it. This comes from a man who enjoys swimming 2 miles straight through. At PT I became very familiar with a device called the Total Gym, the apparatus for which Christie Brinkley and Chuck Norris do an infomercial. The Total Gym is a serious piece of exercise equipment, sturdy and well-made. The particular exercise I performed was pushing my body weight with my legs while leaning back against the backboard. Serious stuff.
Going to physical therapy and doctors’ offices has reaffirmed my belief that I am an extremely fortunate 65 year old. I’ll take my repaired rotator cuff and fused spine at L4/L5 any day over what I see my contemporaries (and younger folks) enduring. Specifically I see weight problems that put strain on joints; a man, crippled by Multiple Sclerosis, who gets in the pool and treads water every day. I am incredibly lucky.