False Positive
Some things in life are more difficult than others. For my ole cowboy it may be believing what I have to offer as advice and not just blowing smoke up his butt. The diagnose for him was Gout. To alleviate the pain Dennis was put on five days of Prednisone. I visited with Dennis that in several days of taking this medication, he would have a false positive in how he felt. Yup! On the third day Dennis was at the walk behind snowblower just giving it hell. When I flagged him down, it was a no go, he was doing fine. After the second and third day of trying to convince him to leave the snow blowing go, he was getting down right feisty with me.
That third day of blowing snow, he commented at supper that his right knee felt tight. I offered to ice it and follow with heat . . . he blew me off. Yesterday morning Dennis struggled to get to his coffee group and get the shell corn from the elevator. By supper last night, he thought about getting the electric 16 lb. chainsaw in and just cut the leg -off. Today Dennis understands the “false positive” of medications. My 83-year-young cowboy had totally overdone it. His three days of blazing trails in the snow may take a bit longer than three days to get over. It’s a good thing that we had Lena’s four-legged cane for him to use getting from the house to the patio porch. Inside the house the walker is being used. The knee is not swollen, nor is the leg, it just got a damn good work out.
On a brighter side our “Hang-Up Pro” vac came in the mail from Amazon. After lunch Dennis got it unpacked and gave it a run on the floors. It is going to be a perfect fit for the main floor of our home. The 16 feet of hose makes it easy to cover a huge area without moving the main unit. Just as we had hoped it fits perfectly on the attic steps. Luck would have it . . . the unit such as this that we have in the porch and garage is cylindrical, and this one is the same style and weight and it is oblong . . . perfect fit for the step.
I have had a great day. My mammogram was this morning and from the nurse it all looks good and I will receive verification in the mail in several days. I had my paperwork with me and I went back to the courthouse in regard to Dennis’ birth certificate being on record with the wrong spelling . . . “Denise.” The gal had never seen a “Certificate of Registration of Birth” that we found in Dennis’ baptismal certificate. The gal made a phone call to . . . somewhere, faxed off a copy of the certificate I had and a minute later I was informed that within the hour a corrected copy of his birth certificate could be had. Wow! This all started when Dennis and I wanted to get the “Real I.D.” for each of us in case we traveled into Canada or wanted to travel by air within the U.S.A. How do those who fail to check on their own business fare in life!
Great day on Stauffer, the cowboy will heal, and we are having leftover meatloaf and stuffing with a side of a freshly baked potato.