I enjoyed this beautiful, sunny and wonderful fall day from the couch as my alter ego, Flat Patti. I laid on my ice packs and attended and presented at 4 meetings off camera so that my coworkers didn’t have to look at my double chin and see up my nostrils. I am so kind to them.
I am feeling a slight bit better from yesterday which tells me I am moving in the right direction. I did get up several times to do my stretches, exercises and motion is lotion movement. But the majority of the day was flat. I did speak with my physical therapist and she thinks that what is happening is a good thing.
I sent her a picture of myself all cock-eyed. It was not a flattering picture. I was wearing leggings and a work in the yard type t-shirt.
5 years ago, I would never have done this. The one positive thing age brings us is the ability to give less craps about the stupid stuff. I am not as physically fit as I used to be. I see the lines forming. I have earned those lines. I have survived some stuff just like everyone else at my age has. I am just glad that I have things to do to get me to the best outcome I am going to have. My back is never going to be perfect.
My PT said a lot of times people feel a shift in their lumbar spine that they feel is really hips/pelvis but what can happen is the disc bulging in my back can cause me to stand with a shift in order to alleviate stress placed through the painful part of my spine. This is why my one hip is sitting higher than the other. I have no control over it.
She said it was called centralization which is taking the soreness from down my leg/foot and centralizing it to the root of the issue which is my back. I don’t have foot pain anymore and my butt cheek/sciatic pain is minimal. It is the lower back that is incredibly painful and I feel so much pressure.
My MRI results came back pretty good. I have a herniated disc (which I knew) and some deterioration in my spine but nothing that requires surgery. Of course this is my uneducated interpretation of the results. I actually get an official interpretation when I meet with the neuro surgeon in a few weeks.
I did lots of stretching so I could hobble out to the field to let the dogs run. As 3 of them ran ahead, Jiminy stayed by my feet as I am his safe zone and he stays close.
As I rounded the corner to the field, I saw Ferguson ahead. The sun was blinding me, but then I saw a tiny dot that was Penny. She runs so fast she was really far ahead.
I couldn’t see Amie and had to put my hand up to my eyes. As I was scanning the field. I saw him. But then I saw two Moe’s. I blinked a few times. Damn sun is making me see things. I walked forward a bit and Penny was barking like a maniac.
Yup, still two Moes. As I tried to figure out what I was seeing, I realized it was a dog that looked just like Moe. All my dogs were loose on MY land. This other dog didn’t seem to be a threat as Moe and he were hopping around in a playful dance. Penny was very upset. I think her barking was a way of tattling. No one was being nasty. Not even Ferguson.
I called Ferguson to me so that he wouldn’t get trampled. I scooped up Jiminy. I called Moe back and this other dog was happily and playfully following along. It was very evident this dog was NOT neutered. 🤢.
I decided I would hobble my dogs to the house. This dog was going to follow. I could then put a leash on him and drive him to where I suspected his house was.
As I got closer to my back yard, the neighbors realized he was gone and started calling him. He was a good boy and started running home. We have a few acres between our house and theirs. He yelled over that he was sorry.
Now was sad to see him go. Penny was not. She was really worried about losing her seat as top dog.
Ethan had his first big boy day at work. He said his day was good. He didn’t elaborate. Sometimes he is a man of few words.
I am sleeping with the window open in my room! It is great sleeping weather!
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