health report
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This isn't about homeschooling, so it wouldn't hurt my feelings if you all
skipped it. I'll save it for my diary after I write it. <g>
In a message dated 11/13/02 3:06:28 PM, ejcrewe@... writes:
<< Oh, and I'm down to one or two painkillers a day, motrin
the rest of the time, so I'm feeling less loopy. How are you doing with the
pain? >>
I went off pain killers a week and a half ago. Monday November 4. I saved
what seemed to be two days' worth, in case I were to fall or something, and
wanted to dope up until I could get to the doctor for more, because my
narcotic allotment for this accident was done.
I took Advil or Aleve (after they found it for me), not every day.
But by Friday I was feeling like I was dying. JUST DYING. I was having
creepy, useless, irritating and non-productive dreams. I woke up Friday
feeling like I was in a pool of stench, so I got up, figured out how to do a
sponge bath (Holly helped me set up in the bathroom), and Holly washed by
sheet and pillow cases and blankets. She kept saying they didn't stink,
though. Keith had told me the night before I didn't stink, either.
A couple of friends I asked desperately for help. Others I told NOT to come
see me, thanks anyway.
Saturday my friend Frank called, who's always since we were kids known what's
inside people. I have vague ideas, but he's always known REALLY exactly, and
how it worked, from a mechanical to a molecular level, and now that he's
almost 50, he knows all of what western Chinese and Indian/Ayurvedic medicine
thinks about all those things.
I was feeling better Saturday, but told him how bad Thursday and Friday had
been. He asked when I had stopped the painkillers. Monday. Exactly, he
said. Withdrawal. DTs. The stench and the dreams and the feelings of death
were my brain and nervous system readjusting. So he asked about other
symptoms, predicted a few, was spot on, told me to go get this'n'that (liver
cleansing / intestinal assistance) and that Sunday I felt WAY better.
After sitting up and watching "The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the
Desert" with nine teenagers (I had been watching but wasn't too far into it
when a batch of folks showed up and the lead-female said "I've never SEEN
this!" so there it was), I did a wonderful thing. A really wonderful thing,
with Keith's help. I went to the back and took a shower. Sat on a library
kick-stool which no longer had wheels, with my back to the shower head (we
have an oversized, flat shower with two hold-bars--closest to handicapped
equipment we have, though another bathroom, upstairs, has good bars. This
house was for nine years a health facility--halfway house for the university
hospital.
That shower was the best thing to happen to me in a month. I washed my hair
just about hair by hair, and used a BIG handful of conditioner. My cast was
wrapped up in a compactor bag, taped two ways, because Keith's that kind of
guy. I stayed until the water was going cooler.
In a week, the 20th, I get a walking cast. Then I go upstairs and cook.
Marty said this morning (I woke up and talked to him from 2:20 to 3:15 or
so--it was nice) that a few days before that to remind them so they can go
and clean up the library. I told him I had had a dream that it was all
clean. He said well, it's not. They've been having gaming sessions and
kids staying over. The library is a two-car-garage-sized room, opens into
the kitchen, and is over the garage. There's a deck in the back with long
dangerous stairs down to... Keith's old pickup. My brother-in-law parked his
nice new pickup in our backyard spot for two weeks while he's in Peru (we're
in the airport city), so Keith moved his ratty old pickup across...
Oh... and the other side of the library has a picture window facing the
Sandia Mountains, which turned yellow and shedded the aspen leaves while I
was stuck in the back.
I went out the other night. When I was freaking, Friday night, I said I
hadn't been out for two weeks. Keith pointed out kinda gently that I had
been out one week earlier to see Fiddler on the Roof. But he helped me get
to the back door, where I stood with the walker under the short eaves, while
it rained hard. The air was NICE to breathe, but I was surprised that the
tomatoes were all withered, and the tree was yellow.
I'll survive. It's not very pleasant, though.
Monday my friend Jon Ibarra, who was one of my SCA students and is now
assitant DA in charge of violent crimes, came over, brought me a Wendy's
chicken salad, told me stories of coronation (not many, I didn't want much)
from the weekend, talked to me about lawyers and lawsuits (and thought 40%
plus fees was way too much for me to agree to in so clear and simple a suit),
and we watched Crimson Tide because he'd never seen it. That magically took
six hours away from my countdown, and I was glad. Tuesday morning Keith
went to Target at 8:00 (which meant going to work almost three hours later
than he would have) to get me the extended version of The Fellowship of the
Ring, with its two LONG DVD's of how and who and what, with its FOUR
voice-over commentary tracks to play along with its 3.5 hour new length.
It's GREAT. That has made another two days pass quickly.
It's another kind of drug. <g> But I don't care. I'm also re-reading the
books, starting with The Two Towers, checking into the first book to answer
kids' questions.
Sandra
skipped it. I'll save it for my diary after I write it. <g>
In a message dated 11/13/02 3:06:28 PM, ejcrewe@... writes:
<< Oh, and I'm down to one or two painkillers a day, motrin
the rest of the time, so I'm feeling less loopy. How are you doing with the
pain? >>
I went off pain killers a week and a half ago. Monday November 4. I saved
what seemed to be two days' worth, in case I were to fall or something, and
wanted to dope up until I could get to the doctor for more, because my
narcotic allotment for this accident was done.
I took Advil or Aleve (after they found it for me), not every day.
But by Friday I was feeling like I was dying. JUST DYING. I was having
creepy, useless, irritating and non-productive dreams. I woke up Friday
feeling like I was in a pool of stench, so I got up, figured out how to do a
sponge bath (Holly helped me set up in the bathroom), and Holly washed by
sheet and pillow cases and blankets. She kept saying they didn't stink,
though. Keith had told me the night before I didn't stink, either.
A couple of friends I asked desperately for help. Others I told NOT to come
see me, thanks anyway.
Saturday my friend Frank called, who's always since we were kids known what's
inside people. I have vague ideas, but he's always known REALLY exactly, and
how it worked, from a mechanical to a molecular level, and now that he's
almost 50, he knows all of what western Chinese and Indian/Ayurvedic medicine
thinks about all those things.
I was feeling better Saturday, but told him how bad Thursday and Friday had
been. He asked when I had stopped the painkillers. Monday. Exactly, he
said. Withdrawal. DTs. The stench and the dreams and the feelings of death
were my brain and nervous system readjusting. So he asked about other
symptoms, predicted a few, was spot on, told me to go get this'n'that (liver
cleansing / intestinal assistance) and that Sunday I felt WAY better.
After sitting up and watching "The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the
Desert" with nine teenagers (I had been watching but wasn't too far into it
when a batch of folks showed up and the lead-female said "I've never SEEN
this!" so there it was), I did a wonderful thing. A really wonderful thing,
with Keith's help. I went to the back and took a shower. Sat on a library
kick-stool which no longer had wheels, with my back to the shower head (we
have an oversized, flat shower with two hold-bars--closest to handicapped
equipment we have, though another bathroom, upstairs, has good bars. This
house was for nine years a health facility--halfway house for the university
hospital.
That shower was the best thing to happen to me in a month. I washed my hair
just about hair by hair, and used a BIG handful of conditioner. My cast was
wrapped up in a compactor bag, taped two ways, because Keith's that kind of
guy. I stayed until the water was going cooler.
In a week, the 20th, I get a walking cast. Then I go upstairs and cook.
Marty said this morning (I woke up and talked to him from 2:20 to 3:15 or
so--it was nice) that a few days before that to remind them so they can go
and clean up the library. I told him I had had a dream that it was all
clean. He said well, it's not. They've been having gaming sessions and
kids staying over. The library is a two-car-garage-sized room, opens into
the kitchen, and is over the garage. There's a deck in the back with long
dangerous stairs down to... Keith's old pickup. My brother-in-law parked his
nice new pickup in our backyard spot for two weeks while he's in Peru (we're
in the airport city), so Keith moved his ratty old pickup across...
Oh... and the other side of the library has a picture window facing the
Sandia Mountains, which turned yellow and shedded the aspen leaves while I
was stuck in the back.
I went out the other night. When I was freaking, Friday night, I said I
hadn't been out for two weeks. Keith pointed out kinda gently that I had
been out one week earlier to see Fiddler on the Roof. But he helped me get
to the back door, where I stood with the walker under the short eaves, while
it rained hard. The air was NICE to breathe, but I was surprised that the
tomatoes were all withered, and the tree was yellow.
I'll survive. It's not very pleasant, though.
Monday my friend Jon Ibarra, who was one of my SCA students and is now
assitant DA in charge of violent crimes, came over, brought me a Wendy's
chicken salad, told me stories of coronation (not many, I didn't want much)
from the weekend, talked to me about lawyers and lawsuits (and thought 40%
plus fees was way too much for me to agree to in so clear and simple a suit),
and we watched Crimson Tide because he'd never seen it. That magically took
six hours away from my countdown, and I was glad. Tuesday morning Keith
went to Target at 8:00 (which meant going to work almost three hours later
than he would have) to get me the extended version of The Fellowship of the
Ring, with its two LONG DVD's of how and who and what, with its FOUR
voice-over commentary tracks to play along with its 3.5 hour new length.
It's GREAT. That has made another two days pass quickly.
It's another kind of drug. <g> But I don't care. I'm also re-reading the
books, starting with The Two Towers, checking into the first book to answer
kids' questions.
Sandra
[email protected]
Sandra,
Thank you so much for this. Particularly in your description of going off
the pain killers. I feel so much better when I'm just taking motrin. I'll
try aleve. I was expecting the reduction of pain to be constant, like a slow
drop off. But sometimes it just hurts more than others. I guess growing bone
isn't such an easy thing.
Boy, your description of coming down from the narcotic was frightening. The
ghost of my Christmas future really.
The shower. I've never been this long without a shower before. I can only
imagine the joy. Both of our showers are scarry places to me right now.
I had a massage over the weekend and she's coming back on Saturday. It's
orthobionomy, which isn't really a kneeding the muscles kind of massage, but
a method of teaching your body to find comfort and balance. She worked a
long time on my right leg, foot and ankle. I could actually feel the
mirroring of what she was doing in my left ankle, inside the cast. I hadn't
felt that good in a long time.
How great that you are reaching the walking cast goal. I'll be thinking of
you...
Elizabeth
Thank you so much for this. Particularly in your description of going off
the pain killers. I feel so much better when I'm just taking motrin. I'll
try aleve. I was expecting the reduction of pain to be constant, like a slow
drop off. But sometimes it just hurts more than others. I guess growing bone
isn't such an easy thing.
Boy, your description of coming down from the narcotic was frightening. The
ghost of my Christmas future really.
The shower. I've never been this long without a shower before. I can only
imagine the joy. Both of our showers are scarry places to me right now.
I had a massage over the weekend and she's coming back on Saturday. It's
orthobionomy, which isn't really a kneeding the muscles kind of massage, but
a method of teaching your body to find comfort and balance. She worked a
long time on my right leg, foot and ankle. I could actually feel the
mirroring of what she was doing in my left ankle, inside the cast. I hadn't
felt that good in a long time.
How great that you are reaching the walking cast goal. I'll be thinking of
you...
Elizabeth
[email protected]
In a message dated 11/14/02 1:56:10 PM, skreams@... writes:
<< Sandra - Could you give me some specifics on the thisnthat your friend
recommended you take? I'm weaning off of painkillers that I've been
taking on a long term basis and it is NOT fun. Thanks ~Rue >>
He said beta-carotene stuff. Carrot juice if I can get people to make it for
me, or buy it, or pill-form. Extra vitamin C (and in my case the Estrogen
stuff from the health food store, but you might not be my age ! <g>), zinc,
and an ayurvedic thing called Triphala. I just used it for the first day.
It did its stuff. I'll know when I need it again. I can say no more. <g>
I was already taking other vitamins and a pineapple supplement (fresh
pineapple is supposed to be good for bone growth, or something--that I got
from another friend) and calcium and arnica. I feel bad putting so much
pill-stuff in, but I'm not really feeling like eating much, and a couple of
times I've lagged on the pill regime and started to feel malnourished.
Sandra
<< Sandra - Could you give me some specifics on the thisnthat your friend
recommended you take? I'm weaning off of painkillers that I've been
taking on a long term basis and it is NOT fun. Thanks ~Rue >>
He said beta-carotene stuff. Carrot juice if I can get people to make it for
me, or buy it, or pill-form. Extra vitamin C (and in my case the Estrogen
stuff from the health food store, but you might not be my age ! <g>), zinc,
and an ayurvedic thing called Triphala. I just used it for the first day.
It did its stuff. I'll know when I need it again. I can say no more. <g>
I was already taking other vitamins and a pineapple supplement (fresh
pineapple is supposed to be good for bone growth, or something--that I got
from another friend) and calcium and arnica. I feel bad putting so much
pill-stuff in, but I'm not really feeling like eating much, and a couple of
times I've lagged on the pill regime and started to feel malnourished.
Sandra
Jon and Rue Kream
Sandra - Could you give me some specifics on the thisnthat your friend
recommended you take? I'm weaning off of painkillers that I've been
taking on a long term basis and it is NOT fun. Thanks ~Rue
recommended you take? I'm weaning off of painkillers that I've been
taking on a long term basis and it is NOT fun. Thanks ~Rue
Thomas F. Kuykendall
Thanks Sandra.
Today is the day I find out what the extent of the damage is to my wrist
and knee. I am not to worried about getting my wrist pinned, but I am a
bit concerned that I might need knee surgery. I have heard that it can be
quite painful, and being a drug addict (I refused morphine at the
emergency room after the accident), I do not look forward to any use of
heavy pain killers.
I did noy know about the pineapple for bone growth, so I will have to keep
some around. I have felt like I am starving all the time lately as my
body heals. I can't hardly look at food now without getting hungry.
Tom K.
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Today is the day I find out what the extent of the damage is to my wrist
and knee. I am not to worried about getting my wrist pinned, but I am a
bit concerned that I might need knee surgery. I have heard that it can be
quite painful, and being a drug addict (I refused morphine at the
emergency room after the accident), I do not look forward to any use of
heavy pain killers.
I did noy know about the pineapple for bone growth, so I will have to keep
some around. I have felt like I am starving all the time lately as my
body heals. I can't hardly look at food now without getting hungry.
Tom K.
> From: SandraDodd@...__________________________________________________
> In a message dated 11/14/02 1:56:10 PM, skreams@... writes:
>
> << Sandra - Could you give me some specifics on the thisnthat your
> friend
> recommended you take? I'm weaning off of painkillers that I've been
> taking on a long term basis and it is NOT fun. Thanks ~Rue >>
>
> He said beta-carotene stuff. Carrot juice if I can get people to make
> it for
> me, or buy it, or pill-form. Extra vitamin C (and in my case the
> Estrogen
> stuff from the health food store, but you might not be my age ! <g>),
> zinc,
> and an ayurvedic thing called Triphala. I just used it for the first
> day.
> It did its stuff. I'll know when I need it again. I can say no more.
> <g>
>
> I was already taking other vitamins and a pineapple supplement (fresh
> pineapple is supposed to be good for bone growth, or something--that I
> got
> from another friend) and calcium and arnica. I feel bad putting so much
>
> pill-stuff in, but I'm not really feeling like eating much, and a couple
> of
> times I've lagged on the pill regime and started to feel malnourished.
>
> Sandra
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In a message dated 11/15/02 9:23:02 AM, mr_t4of5@... writes:
<< and being a drug addict (I refused morphine at the
emergency room after the accident), I do not look forward to any use of
heavy pain killers. >>
YIKES. Oh no. Morphine was my friend, in South Carolina, when I was missing
a homeschooling conference...
I hope there is something you can do or think or have that will help keep the
pain down that won't stir your addiction. (Does chocolate ever work for men?
<bwg>)
<<I did noy know about the pineapple for bone growth, so I will have to keep
some around. >>
The story was that canned wouldn't help, had to be fresh or had to be these
concentrated tablets, which were mailed to me with dire instructions and
warnings. My friends are nice, but pushy.
Sandra
<< and being a drug addict (I refused morphine at the
emergency room after the accident), I do not look forward to any use of
heavy pain killers. >>
YIKES. Oh no. Morphine was my friend, in South Carolina, when I was missing
a homeschooling conference...
I hope there is something you can do or think or have that will help keep the
pain down that won't stir your addiction. (Does chocolate ever work for men?
<bwg>)
<<I did noy know about the pineapple for bone growth, so I will have to keep
some around. >>
The story was that canned wouldn't help, had to be fresh or had to be these
concentrated tablets, which were mailed to me with dire instructions and
warnings. My friends are nice, but pushy.
Sandra
Shyrley
On 15 Nov 02, at 11:27, SandraDodd@... wrote:
Shyrley
"You laugh at me because I'm different. I laugh at you because you are all the same."
> YIKES. Oh no. Morphine was my friend, in South Carolina, when I wasYeah, I remember. You were pretty stoned when I called ;-)
> missing a homeschooling conference...
Shyrley
"You laugh at me because I'm different. I laugh at you because you are all the same."
[email protected]
In a message dated 11/15/02 9:34:48 AM, shyrley.williams@... writes:
<< Yeah, I remember. You were pretty stoned when I called ;-) >>
It kept me from screaming and crying with pain and frustration.
<< Yeah, I remember. You were pretty stoned when I called ;-) >>
It kept me from screaming and crying with pain and frustration.
The White's
<<<<That shower was the best thing to happen to me in a month. I washed my hair
just about hair by hair, and used a BIG handful of conditioner. My cast was
wrapped up in a compactor bag, taped two ways, because Keith's that kind of
guy. I stayed until the water was going cooler.
In a week, the 20th, I get a walking cast. Then I go upstairs and cook.>>>>>
Sandra,
I desperately want a bath. I fell on Oct 6, while working in the yard so I was quite dirty and sweaty to begin with. Sink baths stink!!! And I feel like I do to. Mine is the right leg also, can't drive, would have to sit backwards in the bathtub with no bars to hold on to and a stationary showerhead. So I'll wait. I hope for a pressure boot or something when I go back on the 19th!
And rather that going upstairs, I have an up and a down stairs. Downstairs is 1000 sq feet of toys, computers, TV, arts and crafts, etc. The kid's place. Also the laundry room is down there and dh has been doing just the necessities. I told him last night I desperately needed clean sheets too!!! I really dread seeing the condition of the kid's space as well as the master bedroom upstairs :-)
Luckily I have lots of windows and was able to enjoy the leaves (we live about 8 minutes from the Blue Ridge Parkway) and I can go out on the deck with my walker. But it seems every time we have an outing, even to the doctor, it has been raining....and that sucks with a cast too!!
Hope we both are back to normal soon!!!
Cindy
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
just about hair by hair, and used a BIG handful of conditioner. My cast was
wrapped up in a compactor bag, taped two ways, because Keith's that kind of
guy. I stayed until the water was going cooler.
In a week, the 20th, I get a walking cast. Then I go upstairs and cook.>>>>>
Sandra,
I desperately want a bath. I fell on Oct 6, while working in the yard so I was quite dirty and sweaty to begin with. Sink baths stink!!! And I feel like I do to. Mine is the right leg also, can't drive, would have to sit backwards in the bathtub with no bars to hold on to and a stationary showerhead. So I'll wait. I hope for a pressure boot or something when I go back on the 19th!
And rather that going upstairs, I have an up and a down stairs. Downstairs is 1000 sq feet of toys, computers, TV, arts and crafts, etc. The kid's place. Also the laundry room is down there and dh has been doing just the necessities. I told him last night I desperately needed clean sheets too!!! I really dread seeing the condition of the kid's space as well as the master bedroom upstairs :-)
Luckily I have lots of windows and was able to enjoy the leaves (we live about 8 minutes from the Blue Ridge Parkway) and I can go out on the deck with my walker. But it seems every time we have an outing, even to the doctor, it has been raining....and that sucks with a cast too!!
Hope we both are back to normal soon!!!
Cindy
[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
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In a message dated 11/15/02 11:42:36 AM, jwwjr@... writes:
<< I really dread seeing the condition of the kid's space as well as the
master bedroom upstairs :-) >>
Last night I overheard Keith say to the boys, "No, clean the library NOW.
All three of you!" Joey, a semi-regular kid, was here overnight and had been
here most of the week. I had seen him twice. <g> He's always ghostly, but
especially when he can spook about upstairs and I'm stuck down.
The library is a floor and a half from here, so I might not see it for a long
while, but I hear it's straightened up.
I can get outside in the walker and think I'll go outside today and sit.
It's sunny. I can sit on the edge of a garden-thingie made of railroad ties.
Our house is on the side of a hill--not too steep, but it makes it split
level two different ways, and I'm near the flatness of the back yard.
Sandra
<< I really dread seeing the condition of the kid's space as well as the
master bedroom upstairs :-) >>
Last night I overheard Keith say to the boys, "No, clean the library NOW.
All three of you!" Joey, a semi-regular kid, was here overnight and had been
here most of the week. I had seen him twice. <g> He's always ghostly, but
especially when he can spook about upstairs and I'm stuck down.
The library is a floor and a half from here, so I might not see it for a long
while, but I hear it's straightened up.
I can get outside in the walker and think I'll go outside today and sit.
It's sunny. I can sit on the edge of a garden-thingie made of railroad ties.
Our house is on the side of a hill--not too steep, but it makes it split
level two different ways, and I'm near the flatness of the back yard.
Sandra
[email protected]
In a message dated 11/15/02 10:33:34 AM Central Standard Time,
shyrley.williams@... writes:
hours on morphine. And then I was just sick. I remember telling the
anesthesiologist that morphine was a highly overrated drug - it didn't kill
the pain and it makes you vomit. And then I begged him to knock me out. I
think I even told the surgeon he could give me a hysterectomy for all I
cared, I just wanted to be knocked out. Sure glad he didn't take me
seriously...
I had no concerns at all about the surgery, though, because it seemed like
the first step down a long path towards it not hurting any more. But I know
not all surgeries are that way. My mom had a heart tumor removed - jogged 4
miles the day before her surgery, now she has trouble doing her grocery
shopping.
Good luck to all those healing out there!
Elizabeth
shyrley.williams@... writes:
> YIKES. Oh no. Morphine was my friend, in South Carolina, when I wasIsn't that strange...I was the life of the party in the ER for about two
> > missing a homeschooling conference...
>
> Yeah, I remember. You were pretty stoned when I called ;-)
>
hours on morphine. And then I was just sick. I remember telling the
anesthesiologist that morphine was a highly overrated drug - it didn't kill
the pain and it makes you vomit. And then I begged him to knock me out. I
think I even told the surgeon he could give me a hysterectomy for all I
cared, I just wanted to be knocked out. Sure glad he didn't take me
seriously...
I had no concerns at all about the surgery, though, because it seemed like
the first step down a long path towards it not hurting any more. But I know
not all surgeries are that way. My mom had a heart tumor removed - jogged 4
miles the day before her surgery, now she has trouble doing her grocery
shopping.
Good luck to all those healing out there!
Elizabeth
[email protected]
In a message dated 11/15/02 2:10:08 PM Central Standard Time,
[email protected] writes:
<<
YIKES. Oh no. Morphine was my friend, in South Carolina, when I was
missing
a homeschooling conference... >>
hehehehehe.......
The first time I ever met Sandra, she had a loopy look on her face and a
morphine clicker thingy in her hand.
She said "See this?" as she hit the button for another dose of morphine, and
we looked and she says "MORPHINE" and her eyes closed in sheer pleasure.
Marty and I snickered.
Ren
Unschooling support at pensacolaunschoolers.com
And remember,
"A life lived in fear is a life half lived"
[email protected] writes:
<<
YIKES. Oh no. Morphine was my friend, in South Carolina, when I was
missing
a homeschooling conference... >>
hehehehehe.......
The first time I ever met Sandra, she had a loopy look on her face and a
morphine clicker thingy in her hand.
She said "See this?" as she hit the button for another dose of morphine, and
we looked and she says "MORPHINE" and her eyes closed in sheer pleasure.
Marty and I snickered.
Ren
Unschooling support at pensacolaunschoolers.com
And remember,
"A life lived in fear is a life half lived"