Well, I got to go work out today and I went Friday of last week. All of my physical problems are behind me now. The surgery of course and I had begun working out after several months recovery only to get sciatica on a long long walk. BUT! I am over that too and I have begun to get some exercise at LAST! I so dislike not being active so maybe now my active times have come again. I hope so. I even did lower back exercises on the machines today.
I have spent several months whining and moaning about those ills. Now thank goodness I can't any more. I did spend a decent amount of time writing on the website of the hospital I was in back at the end of July. I had nothing but compliments except for one thing, to give. The fact that I came out of there after eight days and nights after rare surgery with NO infection...that is worth writing thanks for. So I wrote a long note to the CAO (Chief Administrative Officer) of the hospital and said all the accolades that the hospital deserved as well as the surgical group who cared for me. AND the anesthesiologists! I still can't get over how they handled the half hour or so before my surgery. I had been wheeled down to a low ceilinged not garishly lit room and "parked" on my gurney in a far aisle near the wall. People smiled a bit, murmured good morning and were so calm and I had NO idea who they were or why I was there for. I thought it was for more testing before the surgery. No. It was for my pre-op times and they handled it so well, so nicely that I had no concerns or anxiety at all. They made sure not to "alarm" me with conversations or other things. I just know they said something about getting the IV started...I had no idea what type, and all I know is I woke 6 hours later looking at the kids. They were superb as were everyone else I came into contact with except two women.
I checked in the night before the surgery. When I was conducted to my room, two women were there and commanded that I not sit anywhere, to get into the bathroom and when I got there, they commanded "STRIP!". Um, pardon me? "STRIP!". Why I asked? "You have to" I was told. "STRIP"! So, no matter my protests, I was forced to disrobe in front of them. Turned out it was only to remove any fuzz I may (I didn't) have. They could have done that decently once I got into bed instead of showing their power over me with disgusting rudeness. Then I had to take the antibiotic shower. I told them no way they were going to stay in there with me then! They also made fun of my modesty by asking how did I ever have children? I actually answered in a loud commanding tone of my own that I didn't have them being told to "strip!!" by two strangers who were rude!
I complained in my letter to the CAO about that duo in my room after having said all the positives about the surgical group and the anesthesiologists as well as some of the nurses in particular for attitude toward me, ALL of them however insofar as excellence of the job were concerned.
OK. Life story finished.
Waiting on repair people to get here. My new, 6 months old Whirlpool stove had a screw come off or loose when I pulled the burner out from the plug in order to clean the drip pan. That's gonna cost me $$$ for a defective component in the stove. I'll get them to tighten all of them while they are here.