Pain and Gratitude

My Sacroiliitis pain is still intense, ameliorated a bit by the two Tylenol tablets (three times a day, taken with food) which the Physician on call recommended.

She also advised me to severely limit my walking.

My first expression of gratitude kicks in!  My friends John C and Rick R are taking Zion on his longer morning and afternoon poop walks. He has caught on to the fact that John C and Rick R are taking him out for a poop walk

(During the day I can stagger across the street from time  so that Z can lift his leg). He seems to understand that this will be a very brief walk.

Second gratitude. Another friend, John V. took my shopping list and debit card to the local Publix Supermarket and filled a shopping bag with  comestibles and other essentials to tide me through the next few days (important as a tropical storm may be heading our way).

Third gratitude. I inherited this top class walker about eight years ago when my neighbour Edith died.   What a gift for such a time as this.

On four wheels, with brakes.  Easily maneuvered.  And a seat for weary walkers; which doubles as a platform on which I can place my meals as I transport them to my dining table. 

I use the walker for  walks around the house.  What a boon.

Gratitude four.  It was maybe six or eight months ago that I bought a recliner.  I slept very well on it last night.  No painful tossing and turning.

Gratitude number five.  I am learning to ask for, and accept help. Tough for the male of the species!

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My stupidity. 

I have often advised seniors to remove hazardous small mats from their homes.  I did not listen to my own advice.



This one is near my front door.  It seizes the detritus from Z's  paws after his walks.

I had forgotten the hazards.  I slipped on it last night (4th July) and fell to the floor. No harm done, but my performance in rising to my feet was worthy of a circus contortionists' act! 


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The pain?  Worst that I have endured in my mostly pain free seventy seven years. This too shall pass.

Tomorrow just as her Office opens in the morrow ( July 6th) I will call my wonderful P.C.P. and ask her for an early appointment, and/or a reference to an Orthopedist in my Insurance network who will provide a steroid/ cortisone  injection at short notice.

That will be a temporary relief/cure.  

More importantly  there will have be an ongoing program of physical therapy.


Thanks for your care and concern.

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