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Subjects in this blog: Unkind month of September, And continuing into the unkind month of October, Next books available, Outlook Express, Halloween.
Unkind month of September
September continued with major back problems but I finally had the surgery. Then, like a miracle, I had six full days of no pain. I took no narcotics at all, which might have been a mistake. Perhaps I should have tapered off, but…anyway, I fell over backwards only two days after surgery and couldn’t get up. Fortunately, my brother had come down from Oklahoma to help out while I recovered and he came and got me up. Apparently, no damage was done other than to my ego for being so weak. Then after those six days were over I began hurting again. Then two days later I came down with pneumonia. That was another 4 days in the hospital then home, and so weak I could barely walk.
Soon enough, I had another fall, almost a month ago. I believe I told several people it was embarrassing--and it was. I feel well enough to write more about it now. When I fell, I was in the bathroom and somehow found myself wedged into the space between the commode and the cabinets, and was right against a live space heater. My left elbow had sunk into the trash can up to my wrist and shoulder and my right arm was underneath me. I couldn't move. For at least ten and probably fifteen minutes I exerted myself to the very utmost trying to get myself free, to no avail. I called for Betty to help every few minutes but she was in a different part of the house. All this time the space heater was burning my side and back. By the time Betty finally heard me, she tried getting me loose but couldn't, but she at least turned off the heater, then called for out son-in-law, who fortunately lives just across the road. The burn wasn't apparent at first because I had my robe on. Curiously, the robe wasn't burnt at all. Rob and Betty managed to get me to the bed, then pulled my robe off and saw the burn--at least one foot in all dimensions and more in some, 1st, 2nd and 3rd degree burns. Immediately, they bundled me off to the nearest emergency room. I won't go into details of how I wound up in one of the medical center units in downtown Houston where they tried to make a cardiac patient of me, but suffice to say I'm glad I was a Medical Technologist while working and knew I hadn't suffered any damage to my heart despite what a gang of three cardiologists insisted. They wanted to catherize me, run a tube from my femeral artery into my heart and do all kinds of other stuff. To make a long story short I spent three days there before finding a doctor who agreed with me and became my advocate to be discharged. I saw my own doc a few days later and he agreed with me also. However, I did have a very serious burn, but of course Betty is a nurse and she's been changing the dressing every day. It will still be at least another three weeks before that will be over and I'll have scars on my back but I don't care about that. I was just now beginning to walk and exercise when the old "Jungle Fever" came to visit again two days ago. Fortunately, it was rather a mild episode this time and I'm just about recovered from it already, and judging from past experience, it will be at least a month before that happens again. I think I've told you about it. "Jungle Fever" is just a moniker for extreme chills, high fever and light body aches, but with absolutely no respiratory involvement. No doctor so far has been able to diagnose what it is, and I've about quit worrying about it; just one more complication of old age you have to live with, like arthritis. Anyway, that's the story of the next fall. It was a real dilly. It has kept me from doing any computer work other than keeping up with email (and doing that by simply deleting lots of science feeds I like to read).
That takes care of September. Poor Betty had already been doing her work and mine, too, then that burn and associated bruises and so forth had kept her even busier. Every day the dressing has to be changed, the burn cleaned and fresh dressings applied. It takes about a half hour and not much fun while she’s scrubbing the old burn debris off and trying to get it better. It still looks bad, but really doesn’t hurt too much. The worse thing is having to sleep on one side all the time, sit sideways at the computer and that has gradually developed into some real pain on the side I sleep on.
I guess everyone has their problems and I could certainly be worse off. I have begun helping with the shopping again and some of the other household chores but it is frustrating not to be able to write much. I’m just now trying to get back into it, but still can’t spend more than ten minutes or so at the computer at any one time.
And continuing into the unkind month of October
With all the specialists that Betty and I have to see periodically, all of them at least 40 miles away, we could no longer continue to depend on our old 21 year old Mercury Marquis so we bought a new car, a Honda. A pretty nice car according to Betty. I haven’t been able to drive it yet and probably won’t until November sometime. During October, I had two more falls from losing my balance. The falls haven’t been that bad, just some bruises and embarrassment when I can’t get myself up, but along the way, Betty has had three falls so I’m ahead by one, a dubious distinction. Fortunately, Betty’s falls didn’t injure her except for her dignity but it did make her decide to get a new easy chair and ottoman, neither of which will move.
I was thinking a few days ago of how changes occur so swiftly: six months ago I was doing a good bit of walking and upper body exercises with a 20 lb. weight and was on the way to developing a fairly nice set of muscles for a 77 year old man. Right now I feel and look as flabby as a bowl of warm jello. Nothing to do but start over, which I did this morning with a quarter mile walk. However, I’ve lost so much muscle mass from being unable to move around much during that time I had to start with a 10 lb. weight for my upper body. Humiliating, that’s what it is. I just hope nothing else happens and I can get back to writing and exercising and doing my share of the housework and so forth.
Next books available
The description of all that’s happened the last 5 or 6 months, some of which was described in the previous Bainstoming Blog and continued here, is simply a way of letting my fans and readers know why I’m so far behind in bringing out re-edited books with new covers, etc. Barring the unforeseeable, the first of the month I’ll begin the edits of the third Williard Brothers Adventures. This book was formerly titled Three For The Money. After working with an editor making it a better book with a new cover design, the new title will be The Billion Dollar Caribbean Caper. You can check Amazon, my web site www.darrellbain.com or the next issue of Bainstorming to see when it’s ready. The book following that one will probably keep the same title, Space For Sale, but have a new cover and be edited again. That’s as far as I’m going in describing what’s in store for new and/or re-edited books. I don’t want to tempt the Powers-that-be into any thing else when I’m well into recovery of my burn and beginning to exercise again, very carefully.
Betty’s cookbook for anyone who has enough cookbooks already should be irresistible. I hope so after all the problems of getting it back into circulation again after having to pay for most of the work I can’t do yet.
T.I.N.S is now available for $2.99 for Kindle and only $11.99 for print copy, very reasonable prices. This is a hilarious book, not to be missed, as two old codgers relate childhood stories, war stories, and stories of living and aging.
Outlook is so frustrating sometimes I feel like changing email systems but I have so many friends who know my email that it would be more trouble than it’s worth to change it.
I’ve been trying to write my two sons this morning but Outlook is not being cooperative. Cooperate is a word I missed on a spelling competition between boys and girls in the seventh or eighth grade. I was the last boy standing and spelling against a bunch of girls. I had put all but three back at their desks than they threw that word at me. What stumped me is that it didn’t look right with a double o in the middle of the word. I spelled it with only one o and the next girl up eliminated me and the boys. It wasn’t a total loss, though. I was a new kid in class and even the girls were pulling for me. Oh well, you can’t win ‘em all.
Here’s hoping all the little ghosts and goblins fill their bags this Halloween and don’t get tummy aches from indulging so much! That’s what I’ve always done with new food I like. Blue Bell just released French Vanilla, my favorite ice cream. When I was in my teens I worked in an ice cream factory for a while and got to sample all the flavors free of charge. I was making fairly decent money until the state snoops came around and told the manager I was too young and dainty to be working overtime and made them limit my hours. Damn busybody bureaucrats, even back in the late fifties.