OK, so I have two kidney stones. I’m not sure why these nuggets keep forming within me. I may be able to use them somewhere in my garden, but unfortunately these are the kind that need to be blasted, so they can go be crushed in tiny particles rather than giant rocks.
I keep wondering what is it inside of me that has the proclivity to make these little buggers. How do they continue to come back? It took five years for these two to show up, so I had a bit of a reprieve. I understand that diet has something to do with it. I may also have a metabolic problem. Add another malady to the list.
I don’t like to talk about my health, but I’ve been spending a lot time with an assortment of doctors lately. A couple of months ago bursitis in my hip appeared. After that, X-rays indicated that my knees are great for someone my age. An orthopedic doctor shot some cortisone into my aching knee with no real results. I got a brace to keep me balanced. Then off to the urologist after a CAT scan revealed two stones in my right kidney. Within this entire time, my allergies flared and the usual aches and pains took a vacation. This all within two months. I’m scheduled for surgery in mid November.
Now that you’ve heard my life history for the past few months, remember this. Never ask someone how they’re feeling unless you have a couple days to listen, and have an adult beverage in your hand.
Actually, I’m learning a lot about myself in this whole process. The hitch in my get along has turned me into my mother. I’m getting old. I’m feeling the results of carrying three children within me. I realize that holding them on my hip as infants and toddlers, also had a bearing on my back which has three compressed disks.
Years of breaking through clay soil to build a garden of beauty, not only caused sweat, blood and tears, but aches and pains – on my knees scrubbing floors – sanding wood floors – painting walls – raking, shoveling – and running a business, have taken a toll on this old woman.
However, I will not let those physical things get in the way of keeping myself busy and using my mind (or losing it.) The aging game is overrated. Retirement is supposed to fill our lives with new adventures, but fixed incomes are a joke so we continue to work. See the excitement you have waiting for you as you journey into the Golden Years?
I’m one of the lucky ones. All of my health issues are minor compared to most of those my age. I have the knees of a younger woman, my arteries are clear as a bell so I thank and praise God for keeping me here for a while. Obviously He isn’t ready for me to go to heaven yet. I might stir things up too much.