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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), and several Kindle ebooks.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Doing a Little Better

Warning: Boring health stuff and a graphic cat incision picture.

The three of us are doing a little better—Cupcake the horse, Foxy the cat, and I.

In November, Cupcake had problems eating and I had to wet down her pellets to make soup. Now, she's been upgraded to gruel and eats much faster. She has a lot of pep for a mare who's pushing 28. She now nickers to me.

I'm doing better with my diabetes. I'm still sticking to less than 100 grams of carbs a day, and my blood sugar has dropped from a monthly average of 204 five weeks ago to 160 today. (My glucometer has this nifty little feature that computes averages.) I've dropped seventeen pounds, although I still have a lot to go.

I haven't been walking lately because of the cold and strong winds. Also, I'm having some lower leg problems. Two months ago, I had problems with swelling and leg cramps. Now, I've got aches, not cramps, and they're below the knee. But my legs now really hurt if I walk too much, and I wake up with them hurting. The swelling isn't as bad as it once was, but it's still a problem, and I don't have as much stamina as I'd like. But a lot of the all-over aching is gone. And I have an appointment with an endocrinologist in late April—the soonest I could get one. I have a feeling I have some thyroid problems that can be fixed.

But I'm better and I have more energy. I've even begun to tackle some long-neglected house-cleaning.

Despite the loss of some leg muscle, 10-year-old Foxy is walking very well. She hardly limps. She can get onto my bed, where she's decided to sleep. I have problems getting her medicine down her—she's a big, strong cat who puts up a fight—but I get most of it down her. The top part of her incision looks really good where the fist-sized fibrosarcoma was removed and the bottom part isn't bad. The vet thinks he got all the cancer. She really wants to go out, though, and can't understand why the other cats can and she can't.

Here are two pictures of Foxy (Warning: the second one shows the incision):



The three of us—horse, cat, and woman—are all senior citizens, so some health problems are to be expected.

But we're doing better.
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3 Comments:

Blogger Amy Tate said...

17 pounds - WOW! Congratulations and I'm so glad you're feeling better.

5:36 PM  
Blogger CountryDew said...

I am glad to hear you are all doing better! Good news.

11:33 AM  
Blogger Debi Kelly Van Cleave said...

That's what I was going to say--17 pounds! That's awesome Becky. You go girl! Glad everyone is feeling better.

6:58 PM  

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