Thursday, June 30, 2011

Ahhhhh! The Spa!

Twenty three days post-op. That's three weeks and two days - how long it has been since I had my left knee replaced. In December at this stage I was still on my walker, needing naps, and having to sit down frequently when I was moving around. And, I didn't get into my beloved spa tub until April or May.

Not this time. Nope! I got in the tub TODAY.

I have been eyeing it for a couple of days now, thinking, "I know I can get in easily. But could I get out?" I wasn't sure my knees were up to it.

So, I asked Craig's opinion. He felt I could get in and out easily, and if I couldn't, then he assured me (repeatedly) that he could lift me out of there. I wasn't so sure about that, but decided to give it a try. (Just in case, I told Craig where my swimsuit was so that if we needed to call 911 for assistance, I would be modest when the EMTs arrived to haul me out of the tub.)

I filled up the tub all nice and hot, and then, with Craig standing by in case I got into trouble, slid into the water and turned on the jets. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It felt so good!

I positioned the jets on the remnants of my bruises and the tender spots on my knee, thigh, and calf where the muscles were moved. At first the jetting water made me flinch when those spots were hit, but gradually the muscles and tissues relaxed under the stream of hot water and began feeling better. Soon it was not painful at all and I was able to fully relax in the steaming, frothing water.

All too soon it was time to get out. I struggled several times on my own to lift myself up, but I just did not have the strength. Craig came in and offered some ideas, and I began thinking I might just have to have him get my swimsuit and then call 911. I confessed that I was afraid - afraid of slipping, afraid of suddenly over-bending the knee, afraid I was stuck. Craig coached me through, and by golly, I was able to get out the same way I got in.

What a victory! Not only did I feel all warm and relaxed from the spa, but I felt a triumph that I was not as disabled as it had seemed lately, and that I was on my way to a full recovery.

After all, if a girl can get in (and out of) her spa, she can tackle anything!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Maybe I Didn't Fail

Last August, on the very first day of school, I had a 5th grade boy transferred into my class. He had never been in a gifted class, and my experience has been that 5th grade boys who are put in my class have the hardest time adjusting - more so than 5th grade girls in the same situation, or than a 4th grade boy or girl (although all go through a transition since the class is very different from a general education class.) This boy struggled all year, much of it by choice.

Z was polite and respectful to me, but it was obvious that he really did not want to interact much, even with his classmates. He was pretty standoffish at times, and he chose not to do his work, which brought problems of their own.

My first goal for Z was to help him feel comfortable in the class. He did not respond as other children do, rarely cracking a smile or participating, and often being in his own world. The only place he showed interest was in technology, and I tried to connect with him that way, but that was up and down.

The entire year I worked to draw him in as well as help him accomplish his work, but he resisted. He would not take work home, he would "forget" to do assignments, etc. Week after week after week. Consequences had little effect on him. What work he did hand in was good quality, and it was obvious he was gifted, but Z simply did not want to work. He preferred to do enough to get by, and I felt he wished all year to be in another class where the work load was a lot easier and he could just coast.

I ended the year feeling frustrated that I had never been able to get Z over the hurdles he threw up and to help him enjoy school and dig into the assignments like the other children did. In fact, I felt like I had failed as his teacher. I never found a way to reach him.

Or so I thought.

Imagine my surprise this past weekend to find a Facebook friend request from Z. I checked out his page, and he only had six friends. I debated whether I should accept or decline his request, but in the end, I felt that if he wanted to be friends, then maybe he had felt some connection to the class and to me, and perhaps I should accept. After thinking for a day, I accepted.

The very next time I was on Facebook, a chat box popped up and it was Z. He and I chatted a bit until I had to go. It wasn't a momentous conversation, but it was a connection, one which Z sought.

I have been thinking about this ever since. Maybe Z did get something out of my classroom after all. Maybe he did understand that I cared about him and was doing what I hoped would help him.

And so maybe I did not fail as his teacher.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Little Things Can Mean So Much

I ventured over to Williamsport this evening to attend Elder John Haddock's welcome home party. He just came home from the St. Petersburg Russia mission. We have known his parents, John and Twila, nearly all our adult lives, and think a lot of them.

The Haddock home is waaaaaay out in the hinterlands of Fountain County. It was a 45 mile drive or so, and took us about an hour to get there. In fact, we weren't sure we could go as we went to Vannesa's brother's graduation party in Lafayette first. Mingling at a party usually means standing and I am not even three weeks post op. But I made it through Logan's party and so decided to do the drive to Haddocks'. We felt it was important to be there for our friends. And it was, more than I might have imagined.

I was hurting and had a tough time getting comfortable in the car at first. But gradually I was able to get situated in a reasonably comfortable position and endured the long drive.

Getting into the Haddocks' home was another story - the first step up into their home is very high and not your standard step. I tried and tried, but finally Craig and John, who'd come out of the house to welcome us, gave me a boost and got me up into the home.

We greeted the former Elder Haddock and talked for a few minutes until some more folks arrived who wanted a turn with him. I saw Twila off in the kitchen, so I hobbled in there to say "hello." Her face lit up and she gave me a huge hug. "You came!" she cried."I didn't think you would be able to make it what with your recent surgery." And I settled in on an adjacent stool and we began to chat,

John and Craig came into the kitchen and joined us. We talked for a good half hour there, the four of us,  about John's mission, about the Church, and many other things.

And that's when it hit me - despite other guests arriving and leaving, John and Twila never left the kitchen. They continued talking with us as though we were the only guests in their home. And when we left, we got big hugs again and fervent thanks for coming. John even walked us out to the car and talked a little longer.

"Did you notice that? Craig asked me as we got into the car. "They really seemed excited we were there. I am so glad we decided to come." And we then had a discussion about how sometimes just your presence alone can have great meaning to someone, the Haddocks in this case.

I am still surprised that it meant that much to them. Was it because we have known them so long? The fact that Cole also served a mission in Russia and they felt a connection as a result? Something else?

I don't know, but I learned again tonight that a small effort on my part can mean a great deal to someone else.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Blessed with Dear Friends

I am no longer this family's teacher yet still they stay in contact and wanted to help while I am recovering from surgery.
 Yesterday they brought lunch over for me - ricotta stuffed shells, fruit, drinks, homemade bread and butter, Kim's FAMOUS fudge (my students always cheered when she would send it to school)  plus plates, napkins, and silverware! We spent three hours eating and chatting.
 Mama Kim, Kathleen (11), and Caroline (13).
 Then today, my dearest friend Pam came over from Illinois to spend the day with me and cheer me up. She brought a Loeschen cake!! (Funny story: I called Pam Wednesday night to see if she would pick up a cake for me. Turned out she had already ordered one for me as a surprise!)
 Deanna, as usual, baked a beautiful as well as delicious cake. Love the sentiment on it.
Just about ready to slice into it. Half the cake is chocolate; the other half white. Delicious!

I truly am blessed to have these good friends (as well as many others) watching out for me.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Groompa Camp Invitation




Are YOU Ready for Groompa Camp??

July 11 - 17, 2011

Grammy & Boompa’s House



ABSOLUTELY NO PARENTS ALLOWED


What will we be doing??

Staying up late.

Movies & Popcornpalooza

Visiting some cool places.



Camping in the backyard



Water fights, marshmallow guns, stargazing, s’mores.



Swimming and eating yummy food.

Maybe a craft or two.

Bring your swimsuits, maybe a book to read, and come prepared to have FUN!!


See you soon!


Love,

Grammy & Boompa
xoxoxoxox

Monday, June 20, 2011

Red Letter Day

I got my staples out, was cleared to drive, and got a glowing report from my orthopedic surgeon today! And I am only 13 days post-op!

Dr. Daluga looked at my knee, asked me how it felt, bent it and straightened it a bit, and then said, "Remember when I first saw you, looked at your knees, and said you would be a star at the surgery? Well, you ARE!" and he smiled broadly.

I admitted to him that, when he had said it, I had only half believed him, but that I was most definitely a believer now. I cannot believe how well I feel, how mobile I am, and how back on track to normalcy I am. Both knees feel terrific!

He discussed bike riding with me and the problems I'd had when I'd gotten back on Onyx in May. I now have some strategies to build back to biking much more slowly. In fact, he cautioned me to be careful and not over do things in general. It could take two years before I am completely healed. In the meantime, he said to continue physical therapy, enjoy being pain free, and to come back in a month.

Interesting information from Dr. Daluga: he said my knee was in absolutely horrible shape, and that there was no cartilage left at all. I asked if that included the meniscus, and he said there had been NO meniscus left. Wow. No wonder I hurt.

As with the right knee, my kneecap was way out of alignment and he had to move it quite a ways to the right. Because my muscles were so "deformed" (his words, not mine) Dr. Daluga advised me to expect some pain in the muscles around the knee, especially the outside ones. "They were very, very tight, and I had to loosen them quite a bit and stretch them when I moved the kneecap over." He also shortened the inner ones.

Ligaments and tendons are in good shape, but he did say I could have future problems with hyper-extension again. He suggested continuing the knee strengthening exercises to help avoid that.

So, just how well am I feeling? Well, guess where this photo was taken this evening?
That's me in the shelter house on our lake! After dinner, Craig and I took a walk there, just to see if I could. I wanted so badly to sit and watch the water, and it was a lovely night. Well, I made it there and back easily - with no cane or walker. (I did hold Craig's arm, but that was just being romantic, right??)
We sat and watched the neighborhood fishermen (who really were just talking) as we sat there. Across the creek to the east, a man with a preschool daughter was fishing by himself and we watched him reel in five fish! He'd take them off the hook, she'd throw the fish back in the water, he'd bait and cast... and pull out another fish.

It feels wonderful to be mobile and no longer house bound. I am truly grateful to be feeling this well!

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Making Pie

My mother once told me that during threshing time in Kansas, her grandmother used to make two pies a day and would feed the hired hands a big midday meal. For me, pies are a labor of love - far too much work to do for just anyone (mine are made from scratch. No frozen pie dough for me!!) But for my family, I am happy to go to the trouble of making them their favorites. 

Today is Father's Day, and Craig requested I make him a lemon meringue pie. I thought it would be fun to document the steps. 
First, you begin with the dough. This picture is of everything needed to make the crust for one double crust pie (such as apple or cherry) or two single crusters (lemon meringue). A little daunting, isn't it?
Stir 2 cups of flour into a bowl along with a teaspoon of salt. Then, using a knife, cut 3/4 cup of Crisco vegetable shortening into slabs and drop into the flour/salt mixture.
Using a pastry cutter, begin cutting the shortening into the flour. (You can do this with a Kitchen Aide, but the crust will be a bit tougher as a result.)
Keep blending, using a rocking motion, and pulling up flour from the bottom of the bowl.
When the dough looks like coarse crumbs and all the loose flour is incorporated, you are ready for the next step.
Ice water! You can use cold tap water, but experience tells me the colder the better, so I use ice water.
At least 6 tablespoons, added 2 at a time, and then generally I add another one or two.
Stir/toss gently with a fork after each addition of ice water.
The dough should be holding together in larger lumps, but not wet and sticky.
I use a plastic mat to roll the dough on. This one came from Rural King and cost maybe $5. It works better than a wooden board or the bare countertop. (Clean up is easy!) Sprinkle the mat with some flour and roll the rolling pin in it to spread it around and to lightly coat the pin.

Use your bare hands (don't flour them - this will make the dough fall apart!) to gather half the pie dough and form into a ball. Press together but do not knead - the real secret to a great pie crust is to handle the dough as little as possible. Never, ever re-roll a crust - it will be tough and tasteless. Throw it out and start over.
After the dough is rolled out, hold the pie plate over it to make sure you have rolled the dough out big enough to cover the plate. Don't forget that the sides of the plate must be covered, too, so roll it out well beyond the circumference of your pie plate.
To transfer the dough to the pie plate, roll the dough up on the rolling pin.
Roll all the dough up. Work quickly. An especially tender dough may break if you are not careful.
Set the pin with the dough on it on the edge of the pie plate, and then unroll it, turning the pan to help it fit right.
Again, make sure you remember that the sides of the pan need to be covered.
Once the dough is safely in the pie plate, begin fluting the edges. I put my left thumb on the rim, and then use my right forefinger and thumb to pinch the dough up. I rotate the pan counterclockwise to get the entire rim.
A close-up of the fluting. I tear some of that extra dough off gently before putting the pie in to bake. I also leave some because my family likes to nibble! (See the last picture in this blog entry.)
For lemon meringue pie, the shells need to be baked before putting the filling in. This takes 10-15 minutes at 425 degrees. Watch carefully as sometimes the thinner fluted edges may begin to burn.

Okay, that only took about 45 minutes, but now we have two perfect baked pie shells, ready to be filled with lemon meringue!
This is the recipe in my Better Homes and Gardens cookbook. The books is so old and this recipe so used that the pages are falling out of the book.
I always mark my recipes when I make them so that in the future I know whether or not we liked something, any changes I made, etc. Wow, I first made this pie for Craig in 1987 for his 35th birthday!
Now I assemble all the ingredients for the pie filling as well as for the meringue topping. A lot, huh?!
Today my mother came to the rescue - I did not have enough cornstarch to make the pie, and it was Sunday so I was not going to the store to get more. So I called her to borrow some. But look closely at her pants leg.
That would be cornstarch - she had a problem transporting it. We ended up with about 5 tablespoons, and I needed 6, but went ahead anyway with the pie.
Separating the eggs. The yolks go into the filling, the whites are made into the meringue. Hint: even ONE little speck of yolk in the white will ruin your meringue. Separate your eggs carefully!
Sugar, water, flour, and cornstarch simmering for several minutes. Then I will add the yolks and lemon juice and simmer again.
The filling is poured into the baked pie shells. Looking good! And one last step - making the meringue.

This recipe comes from the same book, and like the other page, has been pulled out of the book through use over the years. Looks like I dribbled some vanilla on the page in the past, too.
Whipping the egg whites with vanilla and cream of tartar at high speed until soft peaks form.
Sugar is added and the whites are whipped to stiff peaks. The meringue should be very white and almost glossy.
Half the meringue goes on each pie. It is better to dot it around rather than dump it all out in one spot - makes for easier spreading. (Do this while the filling is hot.)
I use a spreader to gently push and pull the meringue out to the crust to "seal" the pie. Usually the meringue shrinks a bit and you can see the lemon filling, but that does not alter the taste of the pie.
Ready to go back into the oven the brown the meringue. We're almost done now!
Now THAT's pie!! A finished pie is truly beautiful.
A close up of the sealed crust (it remained sealed this time). I love that beautiful golden brown color on the meringue.
A final caution - be prepared for this to happen!! (A good reason to leave some of the crust edges on the pie after fluting!)

Happy Anniversary, Todd & Sarah!!

Twelve years ago today, Sarah and Todd were married in the St. Louis Temple. Looks like they are still happily married after all those years!

Friday, June 17, 2011

Missing My Dog (Second Post of the Day)

Normally I don't get weepy much after surgery, but I have found myself feeling blue several times this go 'round. I think it is because I don't have Zeus here to hang out with me all day. He was always with me (post-op or not) when he was alive, and tagged along wherever I went in the house. (Or outside, for that matter.)

I could lie in bed and lean over the side, reaching my hand out, and he would lift his head to be petted and to give me a lick or two. If I were on the couch, he'd be stretched out nearby, happy to just be with me. Run to the kitchen, and he was right on your heels. And so on. Always, always, Zeus was with me, night and day.

So, to come home, have Craig at work all day, and just be home by myself as I recover has been... different. It's too quiet, no one needs my attention, care, or love, and there is no one to talk to. (Zeus was a great listener.)

My friend, Pam, sent me an email yesterday, and she mentioned Zeus.


Glad you are doing well.  Would you like me to come over and pamper you a day or two next week?  I do pedicures, pick up meals, gossip (oh, I mean chat).  You name it.  I bet you really miss Zeus this recovery.  He's probably looking down on you, whining at the pearly gates wanting to come be by your bedside.  Good old Zeus.
When I read what she wrote about him, wanting to be with me, I had this image of him leaning through those gates, yearning to come to my side when I needed him, and distressed because he could not. And I feel a mutual yearning - he may have been a dog, but he was family and I still miss him terribly, six months later.

When those doggie blues hit me again, I think I will remember December's surgery and times like this:

Who knows, maybe I'll hear the thump of his tail, at least in my mind, or a rush of air that sounds like his breath. And that will make me smile and feel a bit less Zeus-lonely.

He was some dog, that's for sure.



Here We Go Again!

June 7 I had my left knee replaced. Things have gone well, but I just haven't felt much like blogging since I had the surgery, so I haven't posted about it.

I had the surgery done by Dr. Daluga again at St. Elizabeth East. I woke up in more pain than the last time, and it took them about 45 minutes to get that under control. Once that happened, and I was transferred back to my room, the long healing process began.

I feel like I got good care from pre-op to surgery to post-op to in-room hospital care. The physical therapist, Marsha, had helped me in December and remembered me. She was amazed at the difference in how I was recovering - I was up and moving that walker all over the place as I walked around the room and the hallway. (I think the difference is that this time around I knew what to expect, and that it truly would not hurt to put weight on the new knee, etc.)

Like last time, I stayed two nights, and Craig brought me home the morning of the third day.

I finally took some photos of my leg the other day, maybe a week post-op. Naturally, they are a bit shocking if you don't know what to expect, so fair warning!

 The inside of the left knee. 
 The outside of the left knee.
 This time there was no tourniquet bruise around my upper thigh. And, the bruising went all the way down below my ankle. I wonder why?
 Lots of bruising behind the knee.
A top shot of the knee. The lines in my skin are from the elastic stocking I wear most of the time (prevents thrombosis.)

I continue to heal well at home. I quit using the walker on Saturday here in the house - no need for it as I have good balance. (It makes a lovely laundry hanger.) I never have been one to find a cane useful, so it remains in the trunk of the car, handy in case I go somewhere and need it.

The only real problem I have had is one I've never experienced after surgery. Ever. So it was a surprise when my GI tract shut down. Sunday afternoon I was pretty ill, so I called the doctor and he recommended I go to the ER or suggested I get something from CVS. Curt and Vanessa were babysitting me (Craig was in Fort Wayne at a Seminary graduation), and I preferred dealing with things in my own bathroom rather than a hospital one, so Curt ran to CVS and got what the doctor suggested.

By the next morning, I was feeling much better, albeit very weak, and had lost 6 pounds! Monday continued to be a rough day, but by Tuesday morning I felt much more like myself and better able to cope with healing than I had the past two days.

So, now I do my exercises three times daily, and I am napping a couple of times a day. I read and work on the computer, and walk around the house, building up my strength.

I will be very glad when I am completely healed, but I also have to say, the new knee feels so wonderful compared to the constant pain it had. There was no escape from pain - even shifting positions in bed caused it to pop and hurt. I am very grateful for this surgery!