I had a coughing jag in the middle of the night. Yes, I was concerned that I had the virus, but I immediately checked for a temp; I had none. But before I even did that, I thought, "If I'm going to continue coughing like this, I should move to the living room, so I don't disturb Mike." Will this go on forever? I hope so. I much prefer the illusion that he is here than understanding that he is gone, gone, gone.
I didn't get up when the alarm went off at 7, but I did get up shortly after 8. Elsa and I went on our walk. My bum hurts more, not less. I understand this means it's healing. The discomfort is spreading across my butt cheeks.
I discovered the other day that I can make each step a small backbend. If I think of pushing through my hip as if I was doing a camel while standing and then let the movement flow up through my back to my shoulder, neck, and top of my head, I get a slight backbend. No, I do not allow my head to roll back as it would in camel. The backbend isn't big enough for that to happen anyway. It is just a slight backbend. What I hear in Bikram all the time is how we do too many front bends, and our bodies will thank us for each backbend we do. Imagine, one step =one backbend. Our bodies will love us.
I figured out why the landscaping project on the property of the Easter Island statures has stopped. The owner, who is a doctor, has returned to California, where he lives. All the gates to the property are chained closed.
I saw the excavators clearing an empty lot for development moved the massive pile of rocks down the hill. They said they were going to use the rocks to do some ground leveling. I think they were laying the foundation for the driveway. On the way down my street, I stopped off at my neighbor's house to let him know about the availability of some rocks on that property. I walked up this very steep driveway and called his name. No response. It looked like all the cars were home. I have no idea. Could they still have been in bed at 9 am? Larry's retired. I can't imagine he can sleep late. On the other hand, maybe he's the type that stays up all night with insomnia and sleeps during the day. Whatever. I will write him a letter.
My yoga buddy, Maite, called. She thanked me for calling her to check on how she was doing. She explained that she hadn't returned my call because she was in Mexico. I knew she had fallen and injured herself, which is why I called in the first place.
She explained that she fell while walking on a local lava beach, broke her wrist, and damaged her shoulder. She was told that she would need surgery on her wrist. Yikes! She didn't have health insurance, and she only could get an appointment for surgery here on the island several months out. Her niece in Mexico is a doctor. She flew to Cancun, where her niece is working, and had the surgery the next day. Her brothers and sisters in Mexico took care of her while she healed well enough to return to the island. She received some physical therapy in Mexico. She was told that there was a long wait before she could get it here.
I have Kaiser; I love it. The only problem is that we have to go to Oahu to get that many of the services. Mike and I found that we got timely and excellent service. We were more pleased with this system than any we had ever experienced in our long lives. Mike's whole time in the hospital costs us less than $3400. I say less because he already had paid for the dialysis he had for the first few weeks of January, reducing his deductible. My stay in Honolulu cost me $9,000, and that's with Damon covering my hotel and food on his first trip and my food on his second. And let me tell you that food was delicious.
I spent a good part of the morning texting everyone in my address book who lives on the Big Island, announcing that my neighbor, who usually sells to hotels and restaurants, is opening a farm stand and a subscription service. Unfortunately, all he sells is salad stuff. I crave broccoli, asparagus, green beans, squash, etc. etc. etc. I'm doing my part to help his business survive. I'm not sure how much he is selling in his packages.
I received reply texts from people thanking me for the information. One was the foster parent of two of the kids I have worked with. I called Ronen, the owner, told him that she currently has 10 foster children in her care and could he give her special prices. He said he could do something. I called her right away to tell her. I told her to stop at my house before she went over to the farm stand, and I would go with whoever was doing the shopping to let them know that this was for her house. Shortly after, Ronen texted me and told me to have the foster mother call him directly.
I got a routine call from Judy. We speak daily. Judy took me on as one of her ministries after Mike died. She calls every day to check on how I am. When there was concern she had the coronavirus, I was devasted at the idea of losing her. Yvette watches out for me; she is aware of what I'm doing because she can hear my footsteps through the floor, but she doesn't call every day. While Judy and I were on the phone, she got a call from an 'unknown.' She said she had to take it because it might be her virus test results; she would call me right back. She didn't. I called her twice before I got her. Results: yes, she's positive.
The doctor figured she got it from her son and his wife because they were both very ill a short while ago. Their five-year-old son is a germ delivery system, and Adam is an Uber driver. However, I think they were sick too long ago to have caused Judy's case. The other possibility is that she got it on the youth retreat, but not from the kids. The other adult had just returned from California. The doctor said all cases of the virus, so far, had been brought in from some who came from somewhere else.
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