One of the things about getting back to normal (whatever that is) is that all sorts of things that I had put off because I could only deal with one thing at a time…well now was the time to take care of them. So I had an eye exam and sure enough, need cataract surgery. And a mammogram which, thank God, showed NEC (no evidence of cancer, remember). Next step was a bone density scan. I’ve had osteopenia for quite awhile and it slipped into osteoporosis for awhile, was on one of those drugs that they say NOT to take for more than five years (I was on it for seven) and it went back to osteopenia. Anyway, I was fairly sure it would be back to osteoporosis. I had stopped taking the alendronate (it can burn the esophagus) and stopped taking calcium (couldn’t swallow the pills) until I found a liquid version which I wasn’t too faithful taking because it tasted like orange chalk. Anyway, between no meds, chemo and radiation and limited exercise, I figured I was in for some bad news. But no, I’m still about where I was two years ago….I swear it’s because of yoga (thank you, Elin Larsen, I owe you big time) and my walks on the beach. Anyway, two pieces of good news within a week…I can’t stand it.
Now, we’ll have to see what the doctor says about the cough that won’t quit. I’m going to an ENT guy on Monday…not looking forward to it. One possibility is that it’s due to the acid reflux…If so, I’ll need stronger meds than Prilosec. Better living through chemistry, I suppose. Guess I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
Loved the photo below…This is SO true. Anyone who has made the rounds of doctors knows how often you have to say the same thing over and over again. My problem was I had to remember not to change my story. If the nurse asked me to give a number to my pain and I said 3, I had better not say 4 or 2 to the doctor. I learned to keep my wits about me, that’s for sure.
I saw The Fault in Our Stars today…It was so hard to watch but so well done. I think the hardest thing is that there is a piece of me that believes my days are numbered no matter what they say. But then I remind myself, ALL of our days are numbered. That’s why we have to live every day to the fullest. I did love the movie (and the book). It probably wasn’t the best movie for me to see but I couldn’t miss it.
I had the “turtle girls” for breakfast after patrol this morning. We had a busy morning but a frustrating one. Every fifth nest needs to be verified. That means digging down and locating the eggs. Obviously, that means figuring out where the eggs are buried….which is sometimes not so hard, sometimes tricky and sometimes damn near impossible. Anyway, we were at Nest 100 and we couldn’t find the eggs after a LOT of digging so we went to my house for breakfast.
I went back before supper with Zoe, one our “fearless leaders” who I swear has “turtle radar”. She located the eggs in less than a minute. Lord only knows how she does it. I would have been digging forever.
Cateract surgery on Thursday. I’m assuming it will be a piece of cake. I have a meeting that evening I expect to attend. I really am getting better. I’m lasting longer and longer, rarely having problems with food, feeling good almost all the time. I have to remember not to push my luck but if I’m careful, I’m fine. I am one happy woman.
Last picture of the day….in the pool reading Consumer Reports (I’m reading all the magazines I let pile up over the months) This is my favorite place for reading and napping…Life is so good. (The plant in the background, however, isn’t doing so great.)