I'VE ENTERED THE WORLD OF TABLETS - 1

I bought my first tablet yesterday [Friday, 3.13.15]. I actually started out to buy a GoPro camera. What I need is video capability to capture things like, how to adjust my headrest, how to put my braces on, etc. It will be used to train staff.  Along with "need", I also "want" to be able to take videos and stills of my precious, beautiful community.

So, how did I get from GoPro to a tablet?  I was looking for pictures of the buttons on the GoPro to see if my hands could handle them.  During the process, I read that if you have a newer phone or a tablet you could use them as a remote. [My phone is a dinosaur, so that option was out, but the price is right.] That discussion lead to a discussion on the attributes of tablets. My budget liked the on-sale tablet better than the price of the GoPro, I could use it in many other ways, and so now I own one. It's a little heavier than I would prefer but it'll do.  I would have loved an iPad so I could Facetime with my family, but I like to eat way too much.

The tablet is a TRIO with Windows 8.1. I thought it would shorten the learning curve a bit since I use Windows 7 now. We'll see. The touch screen is harder on the neck and shoulders than using a mouse. I bought a stylus and that helps.

I've spent the last few hours trying to figure out how to exit out of apps. My BRILLIANT PCA sent me to YouTube, my new best friend when it comes to learning Windows 8.1.

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Today [Sunday, 3.15.15] I took the tablet on a trial run to video my cruise on the river trail.  That lead me to learn about OneDrive, where you can upload to the "Cloud" and no matter what happens to your electronics, whether they break down or become outdated, you can still access your precious photos, videos, and documents. I have quite mixed feelings about putting it all "out there", but it is convenient.

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[Monday, 3.16.15]  I'm going to try to put the video on this blog, more to learn. We'll see how it goes.
  Hope the link works. Remember, I'm new to all of this, so be kind.  http://youtu.be/wVCHsWVWd84

KIDNEY STONE EXPERIENCE

The last time I had kidney stones it was on an emergency basis.  I was transferred to Abbott Northwestern Hospital in Minneapolis.  Because I was on Coumadin the surgery had to be delayed, so excruciating pain it was, for over 24 hours.  Long story short, I became septic (usually sepsis is a bacterial infection of the blood stream but this time it was fungal - not good) and I was rushed to the Heart Institute for a couple of days.  Two weeks and two surgeries later I was discharged, sans kidney stones.

Knowing that, now you have some understanding of why I was so anxious about this kidney stone experience.  This was an optional surgery instead of emergency, but necessary because the stone had started causing infections.

I arrived at noon, surgery being scheduled for 12:45. I arrived in the OR well after 2:00 pm. They had trouble getting an IV in because of being dehydrated due to the pre-surgery fast - nothing unusual, right? Ha! I wish. (More on that in a moment.)  Surgery went well and I was awake before I left the OR.  Recovery was uneventful except one of the failed IV sites was bleeding more than it really should be. We seemed to get it under control and I arrived at my room for a 23 hour observation period (usually it's a same day procedure, but I requested the overnight just to be safe and it turned out to be a wise choice.)  My dear classmate Denise and my beloved PCA Mary Kay were there waiting for me. (Having them there meant the world to me.)

Later that evening the old IV site began to bleed quite profusely - uncommon. For 2 1/2 hours I experienced bone crushing pressure while they: tried ice; tried to find a physician for advice; considered sending me to the ER since they couldn't find a doctor to come; finally they called the Rapid Response Team.  Just as they got a hold of a physician to come in to suture it (remember, we're 2 1/2 hours into this - sure glad it wasn't more serious than a torn vein [she types sarcastically]), it stopped on its own.  Sure glad I insisted on staying overnight.

I never seem to be able to do it by the book - maybe one of these days.  At least I was wise enough to know I should stay for a while.  I was not impressed with the lack of availability of physicians that night, especially since it was the med./surg. floor.  To be quite frank, all but one of the nurses I had, really didn't know what to do.  Finally the one holding the pressure on (and whose hand was quickly starting to cramp) called her supervisor with her free hand and her supervisor was the one who told them to call the RRT.  Well it worked, I think it scared the vein into clotting!

I still have to get the stent removed on Thursday but only have to go to Glencoe (nearby town) and then antibiotics for another week or so.

I made it through another one, thanks to all the love, support, prayers, healing energies, faith, and humor.  You all have been such blessing to me. THANK YOU SO MUCH. 

MUSINGS FROM THE RIVER TRAIL

I had a great many wildlife sightings on my cruise down by the river today.  My hometown of Hutchinson MN is blessed to have the Crow River running through it. Along it is a beautiful river trail system that once was the Luce Line Railway.  It includes a wildlife sanctuary, playgrounds, ball fields, horseshoe pits,  RV/camp grounds, boat landing, etc. I go down there almost every day during the warm seasons.

Today, on my way in to the sanctuary area I heard a large number of Crows, along with a Blue Jay, raising a very loud rucous in the trees across the river from me.  They usually don't do that unless there's a predator present.  I waited a while but whatever was bugging them wasn't budging so I moved on.

A few yards further on, a Crane was perched on a dead log stretched out over the river, along with a family of Mallards.  We sat/stood and looked at each other for a very peaceful period of time and I moved on. Again just a few yards further down I turned around to look back at the Crane again and smelled something very foul, the smell of death and decay. Sure enough there was a dead bird, but the stench was too strong to just be the bird; there was also a young, very small buck lying dead amongst the Milkweed Pods and yellow Lambs Quarters. I felt so sad and wondered what happened to him. My first thoughts were that I hoped no one had harmed him, then I wondered if  maybe he'd succumbed to the recent heatwave.  It's a mystery I'll ponder for awhile.

On the way back I heard an Eagle across the river near the same area where the Crows had been.  The sound stopped me in my tracks.  Sure enough, a fully mature Bald Eagle flys out of a tree that's in the backyard of that white art deco house across the way.  It was amazingly beautiful. I watched it soar for awhile until I realized I was late to get home.

I went back down later and this time it was 13 Turkey Buzzards, many dogs on a walk, and my shrink...hehehe...

Along with beautiful wildflowers and a baby turtle as well, it was an adventurous and memorable trip along the Crow River.  So that's what the Crows were so worked up about...hmmm...

Dear Momma

Started writing this a few weeks ago.  

Dear Momma,

You would not believe the weather this Spring.  Right now it's snowing really hard and it's incredibly windy. I'm sure glad you don't have to go out and smoke in this weather. You would hate this.

I got a wonderful surprise from Becky and Randy today; they moved to a new house (they're downsizing) and I now have your old jewelry box, the one the industrial arts guys from the high school made for you (at least I think that's where it came from!)  I also have some of your old jewelry now too. I was surprised at how much I missed seeing it so I'm thrilled to be able to enjoy it again. It makes me cry. I put your Christmas pins on my Christmas tree as ornaments.  Some pieces are on display as part of my decor, and some pieces I wear.  Grandma's shoe clips go on the Christmas tree as well.

I miss you terribly for some reason, especially when we used  to sit by Abby's yard BSing.  I miss looking up and seeing you looking out your apartment window.  I still go to get things that are no longer there, like the dutch oven, or a favorite pin...just little things that were there all my life and now they're not.

I get lonesome for you...so does Tia.

I got pretty sick after you left but I'm making my way back and doing much better. It's been rough but I come from tough stock...as you would say, I'm a tough broad.

I'm so sorry you had to spend your last days in a nursing home. I was able to keep you out for about 12 years but in the end I just couldn't do it anymore. Looking back I wish I'd put you in the hospice house instead. Live and learn right. I hope you can forgive me.

I love you and miss you so at times,
Jo Jo

JUST MISCELLANEOUS THOUGHTS

My brother Mark surprised me with a visit Saturday. He lives in a nearby town  (rural Dassel) and recently took an out of town job (Glencoe) so I see him even less than I did. His visit was a wonderful  surprise. I wish we could spend more time together, he seemed so tired and sad.

The re-staffing continues, I train in a new person two days this week. Training is always a challenge but even more so when I'm in pain. I'm not looking forward to it.

I need Spring so badly.  The outdoors is my therapy, my release.  Nature is my healing balm, it is my heart and soul, it is everything to me.  I desperately need to be outside. We're in a blizzard warning tonight - go figure.  Ah the sadistic irony!

This week the leg brace man is coming, the home health nurse for her weekly check, then the wheelchair man with my replacement Hoyer-type lift (the original one never worked right), ending the week with a trip to Courage Center for an occupational therapy appointment.  Plus training...whahooo...

It's a long story but I came into possession of my mother's jewelry again. (I'd been dreaming about one of her cobalt blue broaches for about a week and aching to see it again.)  It has been such a joy and I have many creative plans for it all. The broach already has a place of honor.

I've been aching to create: I would love to be able to pot, quilt, make small metallic sculptures, paper mache sculptures/art, book making, papermaking, scrapbooking, genealogy...with the pain in my arms and shoulders it's not possible right now.  Writing will have to be my outlet for now.

Have a good week everyone.

Prednisone Wean

It's hell, just plain hell. For 3-4 years I took 20 mgs of Prednisone a day. I'm down to 13mgs a day. My Rheumatologist would be happy to get me down to10 mgs a day but my goal is 5 mgs because that's the point where the fluid comes off [last time I peed off 17 pounds in one week]. Right now I'm experiencing exhaustion, chills, sweats, emotional upheavals, a nonexistent tolerance level, nausea, crappy appetite, increased pain, despondency, and on and on. Withdrawal. Suffice it to say, I'm miserable. One milligram a month - that's about 8 more months - yeah, we'll see. Just get me to Spring - just get me to Spring.

In the meantime I continue to interview new PCA staff and train them.  It takes approximately 5 staffers to have enough backup for illnesses, vacations or weekends /holidays. I'm a high maintenance broad! I'm so grateful for all of them, it's a tough job.

I need to get seen for a spot on my face, plus my teeth are rotting out thanks to the Prednisone and antibiotics, but I've been avoiding going to the clinic to avoid all the wintertime creeping crud - so far so good. My only exceptions are I go to the Courage Center and my wheelchair place. No groceries, shopping, etcetera.  Staff does that for me.

The pain is brutal today, it's as excruciating as the pain I experience when I'm septic.  It's like my nervous system is overly sensitive and everything hurts horribly - and this is with painkillers. I hope tomorrow is better.

A BIT OF MY STORY

     For those who may not know, my primary diagnosis is Rheumatoid Arthritis. The first symptoms began when I was 20 years old. I felt shooting nerve pain in my fingertips and toes. Then a knuckle swelled up. My oldest brother cracked his knuckles at the time and I thought it was cool so I did it too. I didn’t think much about the swelling in my knuckle until it didn’t go away. Then my left ankle swelled, followed by my left knee. Overwhelming fatigue came next. That was around 1980. By 1982, I was declared legally disabled. I had to leave my job as an Administrative Assistant for a large Lutheran church in the Twin Cities and move back to my home in Hutchinson. I was 23 years old. (Just a side note: I worked for a life insurance agency when I was 19 and one of the agents talked me into buying a disability policy. At age 23 I was using it.)

     Years later I had to give up my health insurance for a period of four years and that’s when my knees went. I didn’t know about something called “contractures” which basically means if you don’t keep the range of motion in your joints they freeze up, and that’s what happened to me: I can’t straighten my legs. (I wrote about that decision in a prior blog.) That’s why I’m in a wheelchair. I’m in a power wheelchair because my left shoulder is gone as well.

     I went the holistic health route for many years and did really well but eventually I couldn’t afford it. I miss the holistic modalities, and I have suffered greatly from the Western medical paradigm. I awoke July 28, 2004 and could not get up out of bed. I tried for hours, unsuccessfully, and eventually I urinated all over myself. I called my mom, weeping, and after she came and got Tia (my Yorkshire Terrier), I called the ambulance.  My life fundamentally changed forevermore. I went from no medications to way too many medications and have had great difficulty tolerating most of them. In the beginning of my Western medicine journey my primary care physician began an acupuncture practice and that was such a blessing because it was covered by insurance as well. But, yep, you guessed it, the practice voted to discontinue the program because it wasn’t financially feasible, regardless of how well it was working for the patients. We discovered after the fact that it was minimizing the side effects of the other medications, and it has been hell since.

     Currently I’m going twice a month to the Courage Center Rehabilitation Center for physical therapy. The summer before last I was in the hospital numerous times and nearly died a couple of times. Those experiences left me quite weakened and I’m still fighting to regain my strength. I learned more at my first appointment at the Courage Center than I had in the previous 30 years of physical therapy. I had developed Scoliosis but now it’s gone, they’re helping me with my wheelchair, and they’re the ones that got me writing again. We’ve only just begun! Whaahoo!

     I have many more stories I could tell, but enough for now. I just wanted everyone to be on the same page, so to speak. Don’t hesitate to ask me questions.