Wednesday, January 5, 2022

Wednesday, January 5, 2022  

   My PT Katie recommended I apply heat to my sore ankle before going for my morning walk and ice it when I get back. Instead, I tried massage. I used the massaging gun on the outside of my left shin. I was able to walk 2,500 steps with only some discomfort.  

    She told me to elevate my foot. I pulled over the coffee table from the sofa. That wasn’t very comfortable. I remembered the hassock Mike bought for one of the lanai chairs. It wound up being the same height as my chair. With both legs up, I got a big stretch in the muscles on the back of the legs. That had a surprising result. 

          Katie said rest might be a good idea. I was not up for it at the time. I was 24 days shy of my goal of 10,000 steps a day for 360 days. This morning, I let go of that ideal. If I don’t heal my ankle, I’ll never make ten days in a row again, no less 360. That ankle really hurt! How much of this could be fixed by THR? It would be a crying shame if it didn’t improve my situation but made it worse. Many people develop knee problems requiring knee replacements after hip surgery. The ankle bone is connected to the  . . ..  etc.

    I could take several short walks without too much pain, but it did later. I got some steps in taking out the garbage.

   I had PT with Terry. She felt some hard tissue on top of the ankle. The criteria for a THR  should be based on the results of imagining, X-Rays and MRIs, and pain levels. Every doctor I have worked with has encouraged me to have the surgery even though I’m not in terrible pain.

    I had an appointment with adolescent D at noon. I already had to change it because of my PT appointment this morning. I got out of rehab after 11. I wanted to go to the bank and Costco. 

   I drove past the bank. The parking lot was full. That meant a long wait. It occurred to me I would be getting another check in the mail soon that I would have to deposit. Why not wait until I deal with both checks?

    I went to Costco, desperate for their mild salsa. I bought a medium salsa from them the last time. I loved the mild I bought there originally. I bought another bag of whole-grain chips, lemons, and blueberries, but not salsa. I could only find the medium salsa. It’s too much for me. I miss those lovely jars of mild salsa. It suited me perfectly.

   I ran into D’s mom in the Costco parking lot. She knew he and I had been negotiating a time to meet today. Our last agreed-upon time was 12:30. She said he couldn’t make it then. They had to be somewhere at 1 pm. We could do it later. We agreed on 4 pm.

     Paulette had called yesterday to invite me to sit on the lanai while she sewed the curtains. I loved sitting there, alternating between quiet and talking as we sit in the lovely breeze. It didn’t work out today. When I was free, Judy and Paulette were at the beach. Judy had her phone with her. She said it was so windy it was downright unpleasant. The water was cold too. They couldn’t go in. 

   I listened to a Betty White documentary tonight. She sounds like a joy to work with. However, there was no sign of Alan Ludden’s kids, who she helped raise. Weird.