Tuesday, March 22, 2022

 Tuesday, March 22, 2022

 

     Another good night's sleep. I dodged an emotional dip this morning as I woke up. In the short term, that is clearly the best outcome. However, long-term, it could result in avoiding healing moments. 

   I didn't make Wordle today after six tries. I had to go for a seventh. That's doable. You can't delete the sixth entry. However, you can close the Wordle site and then reopen it. Voila! The sixth slot is empty.

    I went to the bottom of the property to pick limes. In the past, I waited until they turned yellow. Often, I picked them up off the ground. Those were the easiest to squeeze. I discovered that the green ones from my tree were also squeezable. I had thought not after trying to squeeze the limes I bought at Costco. Those are limes picked well before they are fully ripened. Limes are also easy to squeeze when they grow and become riper.

   I did the ankle stretches Katie recommended, but I did them while standing. That allowed me to stretch more, which I felt up to my outer thigh. Doing it left my leg feeling weak. Again, is this the end of the line for my leg, or the beginning of something better?

    I had an appointment with my PT, Terry, today. I left early to get some chores done. I needed to pick up my own set of functioning clippers for cutting back the heliconia so I could return Paulette's. My original plan was to stop off at Home Depot to buy them. While on the road, I decided to go to Ace Hardware. Their parking lot and store are smaller while still having a great selection. They also have more employees wandering around the store ready to help, and they are close to Club Rehab. The hooks promised a large assortment of small trimming tools, but many were empty. Ace, like everyone else, was suffering from supply chain problems. I picked out two pairs, one good for cutting up to ¼" and only for cutting foliage. 

   I wasn't going to have time to stop off at the Post Office as I originally planned, but I did manage to get to UPS to drop off some Styrofoam. I made it to Chub Rehab for my appointment just in time.

   Earlier that morning, I had stopped at Kaiser to deposit a urine sample; I suspected a UTI. It was very hard to tell if I had a problem. There was some mild irritation when I peed, and I had urgency. I knew from a friend that having a UTI without symptoms was possible. Terry told me that this was typical for all women over sixty. That's pretty scary. If a UTI gets out of hand, it could be fatal- sepsis. 

 Terry also gave me more information about why I might not be a good candidate for a THR. It wasn't because I was so kinetically sensitive. No. It was because of the problems I had with my hips. My hips turn in when I lie down on my back and relax my feet. If I had an anterior THR, it would make my inner thighs even tighter than they are now. If I had a posterior surgery, I would be at high risk of the femur popping out of the joint. Both PTs say I have to fix the soft tissue problems before surgery to have success.   I have been right about solving my body issues before submitting to THR.

    I made it to the Post office to mail the card I made for Sidney. I meant to send one for his birthday on the 11th, but it slipped by. Instead of a birthday card, I made a 'looking forward to your visit' card. Shivani and Sidney planned to come to Hawaii in May. My card showed him lying on the sand by the ocean, and I wrote, "Can wait!!" 

      I planned to stop at Costco afterward, but I was too tired. I headed home for a nice nap.

   Judy called. She had a whopper of a story. Mei and Peter ran into this Chinese man who needed legal help. His 'brother' owned a company that contracted to buy lumber from someone here in Hawaii. The seller sold land covered with trees and told the buyer he could cut them all down for a mere $3 million. The buyer then bought equipment for that purpose for another several million. When he was ready to start the work, he discovered the 'seller' didn't own the land. It was a scam. The man on the ground in Hawaii contracted a lawyer in Honolulu for a mere $200,000 upfront. Before she had done any work, she demanded more money. Now, this guy is consulting with a local retired lawyer who asked for $3,000 upfront. He'd already checked out the 'seller.' That guy had five lawsuits against him for similar scams, but he still wasn't under arrest. There is nothing the local lawyer could do about that situation. He hoped to help the company reclaim the equipment they purchased, standing somewhere and serving as a shelter for the homeless. It sounds like a bizarre story. How could anyone invest that much money on nothing more than a handshake? Apparently, that's how it's done in Dubai, where he has been doing business. I have trouble believing there are no crooks there.

   At 4:30, I had adolescent D.  He hadn't listened to the audiofile on his own. So far, he had only listened once, when his mom reminded him to. We continued working on the driver's manual. He remembered some words but remembered by location and meaning. When the word showed up in places in the text, he didn't. I had to pull up the familiar text to remind him.