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| Tiny bit of stitches left, see neck |
It's getting there, but it's not there yet. I keep hoping to wake up and find that all the stitches have been absorbed and my neck is back to normal, but not quite yet. I have some friends who are just beginning the Mohs surgery, while I am at the tail end. SG took this picture of me, not long ago, and I kept hoping I'd awake and find that all have come all the way back. I managed to get some dirt into the wound a few days back, and then I obsessed that it might get infected, but so far everything looks pretty good.
I didn't walk to the yoga class yesterday, since we are still in the throes of a heat wave. At least for us, with the temperatures in the low eighties but feeling more than a little awful to those of us not accustomed to it. I slept very well last night, but I have to admit that I am still not used to this unremitting sun and heat. Day after day of cloudless skies, ten degrees hotter than normal, it's been no fun at all. In another day or two, this should subside, but until then I feel like it's okay to be a little grumpy. Even though the rest of the country is suffering, I feel vindicated and allowed to look forward to some cooler days ahead. You can call me a wimp, and it's not wrong.
I really need to find some new headers for my blogs, since this is a new time in my life, and looking at pictures of previous Trailblazer hikes makes me feel just a little sad, and I need to look forward to whatever time I have left with joy and equanimity, finding happiness and camaraderie with all the other oldsters in my life. I never expected to live this long, really. Mama died thirteen years ago, and Daddy even longer. But here I am, going on 83, still able to be active and enjoy life. I'd like that to continue into the future, until some date when I will finally find the other end of my lifespan, and I'll join my dear family and friends who have already paved the way.
What we know for sure from our work and from others' is that mice have a life span of 1,000 days, dogs have 5,000 days, and we humans have 29,000 days. Recognizing that the duration is limited, and aging is inevitable, focus the attention on enhancing the quality of the days you have. —S. Jay Olshansky
Yessiree, I am wanting to expand and explore the entire life span of one person: me! How about you?
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Like the pic, DJan! You are doing so well. That makes me happy. Who would even notice a small scar on your neck? I feel the same about my eye... would like it to heal and if it doesn't look the same as before, who cares? I've lived over 20 years past my 2 siblings, so can't complain with a few inconveniences. It's been hot here. Downstairs A/C was replaced a few weeks ago. Upstairs one died Sunday... but both were old, so they served us well. Their warranties will probably outlive us. ; )
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ReplyDeleteI have come to that stage where I wonder how much longer I've got, and what those final years will be like. We think about whether we should stay here or not, but we can't imagine being anywhere else. I still need my garden and Tom still needs to garden. I keep working to maintain my mobility, even when it's hard and discouraging.
ReplyDeleteI embrace the small pleasures, like vine ripened tomatoes and vases full of flowers. Life goes on and I'm going with it.
Nice that you got dissolving stitches. I have scars on my face, but they aren't too bad. Better than the cancer, that's for sure--lol!
ReplyDeleteI sometimes wonder if I'll live as long as my parents did (90 and 94) or my grandparents (late 80s, early 90s, and one was 104). I may not, but it is nice to feel optimistic at 74--lol! Even if I have been in poor health and living in pain for a couple of decades, life is precious and I appreciate being here every day. :)
It looks like progress is being made on the wound. You always find something to be upbeat about. That's what keeps you going.
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