Saturday, March 2, 2024

 Saturday, March 2, 2024

 

   I walked with Nina and Dean this morning. She said the Intrasound I gave her continued to work. Her keloid scars weren’t as red and slightly smaller. However, while she had put off the regular monthly steroid injections, she was planning to start them up again. Wasn’t the Intrasound working? Yes, but it would make it go faster if she did both. It took ten years to flatten one. Every time she got the shots, it flattened the scars and reduced the itching for only two months. Dean and I both said the steroid shots with this high toxicity might be counteractive. Oh. You gave the steroids ten years to work; why not give the Intrasound some time. She put off the next appointment till July. Intrasound is not getting equal time.

   I spent the day organizing vintage linens for the silent auction. Then, I continued my efforts to mow the lawn. Yesterday, I got the machine and the battery down to the lawn area, put in the battery, and couldn’t get it started. I called Darby in a panic, wondering what I had done wrong now. She said I probably hadn’t pushed the battery in far enough. I tried it again, pushing it in harder and pushing the buttons in the required sequence. Darby was right. I hadn’t pushed the battery in deep enough. I completed mowing the lawn, the areas I couldn’t get to earlier. I loved using this machine. What a difference from the gas mower I was raised with.

  Adolescent D and I worked on a reading assignment on mitosis. The word ‘phase’ was repeated five times in one paragraph. He decoded the word each time as if he had never seen it before. Each paragraph had repeated words. I had him note the words. He thought to underline them. I noticed there were several other repeated words in the paragraph. I suggested he underline those two with a different color. When he reread the passage, he remembered the words without having to decode them. Some of his memory problems are caused by not paying sufficient attention. He doesn’t make a mental note about something he notices.

   I lit the yahrzeit candle at sunset to commemorate Mke’s death anniversary. It was the fifth anniversary of his death.