Last night (Tuesday) I saw an acquaintance at a meeting. He had had a hip replacement the previous Wednesday and was out and about, no walker, just walking with 2 canes. Sheesh! I did not even venture out of the house for at least a couple weeks. After the meeting I offered to help him with his briefcase and iPad and he declined, saying he was fine. And he was. The guy is over 60 and a Vietnam vet who was subjected to Agent Orange, has had 24 (24!) surgeries so far. And had one knee replaced four times.
On the plus side, he said that I was his inspiration to have his hip done because he saw how happy I was afterward*. So there is that.
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Today, the day after I finished and mailed our tax returns, I am cleaning up my desk and organizing the flurry of papers that I was tossing around yesterday. The file drawer with our tax returns was getting too full, so I went through and pulled out stuff that didn't need to be saved, like all the medical receipts. We always save them and I add them up at tax time, but the total is never enough to deduct.
In the interest of privacy, I shredded everything with our name on it… and overheated the shredder multiple times. I am a shredding fool!
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Misha The Rescue Dog had forgotten the rules about relieving herself in the house, so she has been back on the leash 24/7 for a couple weeks. It is working, although she didn't pee for four days at the beginning and didn't poop for another couple of days. The way I finally got her to understand that she is supposed to *go* in the new dog run was by putting a small rug out there. It was the one she had favored as her toilet in the house, and even though Smokey had put it through the washer twice, it still smelled. If I could smell it, so could she. It worked. I am so proud to be (somewhat) smarter than the dog.
To get her pooper working, I consulted the internetz to see if we could give her a laxative. Consensus was no, but alternatives were offered: milk gives dogs diarrhea and exercise is always stimulating. Misha got a small dish of milk twice a day and I took her for a walk shortly afterward. Eventually that worked, too.
Dog ownership is sooo glamorous, isn't it?
* He is the second person to comment that I seem much happier and smilier since the hip replacement. I didn't realize how much it showed.