Strides

Today I participated in the Making Strides Walk at Washington Park in Albany.  The longest part of the walk, the most strides, was from where the car was parked, in front of Albany Medical Center, to the park, and of course the return trip.  About 15,000 registered for the walk, and the crowd was estimated at 30,000.  A lot of activities and team tents, a whole lot of pink, and a great amount of donations.  It felt good.

Minus the sinus

Since the word sinus refers to a hollow curve or cavity in the body, I asked  how it would be possible----can you lift a hole?  Turns out you can, as Google will attest in graphic detail.  Too graphic; I'd rather watch a TKR on a cadaver.

The Big Question: Ortho Style

The first question asked, or rather the second, after "How/Who are you?" is "Are you glad you had it done?" combined with "Is it better than before?"  When the answer is positive, relaxation sets in. 

Damn the Dentition

Terms to add to my dental vocabulary:  crown lengthening, sinus lift.  And besides dentist, oral surgeon, periodontist, endodontist, add on orthognathicist.

Knee Saga May to October

   Today was my first official visit to the surgeon since the May 24 surgery, though I'd seen him a few times in the hospital and once during a "meet and greet" at a visit to the P.A.  All went well: since I said I had no problems, I didn't need any X-rays, and everything else checked out fine.  The doctor said that the plastic "cushion" part is subject to deteriorate into the bone in from 15 to 20 years, indicating a need for replacement, sometimes of just the plastic cushion and sometimes of the whole knee.   The side of me that aspires  to be a comedian  wanted to ask him what happens when  I return in 20 years, and he's retired; who would I see then.  But instead I just said okay.  (Since he's not yet 40, he'll probably still be there 20 years from now anyway.)  I'm scheduled to pay another visit one year from the surgery, in May 2014, so that's enough of a goal for me.

From certain camera angles.......

......., and probably because it was the middle of the night, but the TV was tuned to the Live Well network, and Food Rush's Chef Ryan Scott had his mother as a guest on the "Desserts with Ryan's Mom"  segment, and when I woke up some time past midnight, I saw Dorothy.  It was mostly the hair, but her profile when she looked down was kind of haunting......

A Bookless Library

  I heard one opened, in San Antonio, Texas, the first library without books.  I suppose it's possible to call it that.  "Liber" means book in Latin, but it could be a place to access what is written in books, minus the actual volume.  I don't plan to transform my home  into a bookless house exactly, but am in the process of trying to bid adieu to a whole lot of books, probably about 700 of them.   I'm getting a headache from them, though;  not only am I developing eyestrain from perusing them once again, but that musty, old book smell attacks me right in the sinuses.  And my margin notes and papers remind me that I once possessed a great depth of knowledge that is foreign to me now.  I used to be smart and now I'm dumb.

In dreams

    Funny how the atmosphere in dreams can seem to be so different from how things look in real life, but somehow the dream  feels so familiar and more natural than your waking state, if only you could just capture that essence that hangs just on the edge, but you can't because the more you try to bring it into focus, the more you feel it slipping away. 
     I dreamt the other night that Dave was away and just on the point of returning when we received a call saying he should pack his bags and head elsewhere. He was shocked when he heard the news, but it was not what we had thought was most likely, not quite.  We were left wondering how he would be able to be back in time for the wedding.  (I do remember the missing part of this dream, but can not name it.  I'm not superstitious, but not morbid either.)

IF....

  If I could, I would recount to my sister a recent visit to a medical office which we had each attended, though at different times.  I would tell her that the "Halloween Lady" receptionist is still there. She still has on her desk and surrounding area  every extant Halloween-oriented tschotske ever put on the market.  Still has the orange hair, and a lot of orange in her wardrobe.  The doctor's children have gone on from being little kids to college age, with the "baby" now in high school.  And my sister would know what I mean when I tell her that the hiring of the office staff is obviously still done by the same person. She would laugh, as we used to........