Life After Teeth
After my tooth extraction I was told to take 10 days to heal before we start the next phase of treatment. So I planned a trip home. There’s no place like home!
I had a 9 AM Doctors appointment that morning and had to be to the airport by 6 PM. I was exhausted by the long day and succumbed to a wheelchair for the second time in my life. The first was after my operation. I hate a wheelchair. It's like giving up to me. "Push til you drop" has always been my motto, but lately I'm dropping before I even start pushing!
Guess what? You get through security a lot faster in a wheelchair. No waiting in that long line. Next time you fly... Wrap your leg or arm in an ace bandage and don’t bother to comb your hair. It’s worth it! Give your sky cap a few bucks for the push! Highly recommend travel tip..LOL.
When I arrived home all was well despite being gone so long. The next morning I hit the ground running. I felt like I had more energy than I’ve had in years. Before I left for Houston a young man working at my local grocery store as a cashier, noticed we lived in the same neighborhood by my address. He mentioned that if I ever needed any help to give him a call and gave me his number. I found this very kind coming from a 17 year old.
After I arrived home I called Josh, who was graduating that week. He said he and his younger brother would be happy to help me out. And help they did!!! I had bought 10 bags of mulch (that’s all that will fit in my trunk) but realized I would love to do the whole yard back and front all at one time instead of just a touch up. I would need much more mulch and many trips to Lowes.
Josh offered a family trailer so we could get everything all in one trip. Off to Lowes we went. 40 bags of mulch later we were on our way home. The next day Josh and brother got to work and in 3 hours the house looked great! 50 bags of mulch placed, bushes trimmed, unwanted growth removed. In the end, 15 extra large garbage bags at the curb. Exhausted! I don’t know what I would do without them!
Next I hired a tree service to trim up 7 palm trees for hurricane season. Leaving a 4 ft. X 4 ft. X 6 ft. pile of brush next to the trash bags, Making it hard to get the car out. Then I had them move 3 palm trees that had grown from seed. They were over 8 foot tall and needed to be moved out of the flower beds. (I have the horniest palm trees on the street) We moved the palms to the back yard. They looked great.
I was to leave for Houston Thursday night. Trash day was also Thursday. My cousin’s husband, John, came for a nice visit before I left. I don’t see the family often enough. While we talked I hooked up my feeding tube. The trash truck came and only took the trash bags leaving the pile of palm brush with a nasty note attached. To sum it up: “Too Much Shit!” I didn’t know there was a limit…LOL!
After John left I began to feel ill. My stomach began to tumble, rumble, and bloat. Bad gas and then a run for the toilet…better cancel the flight. I passed so much gas McDonalds could have hired me to blow up balloons for the kiddies! I called Southwest Airlines and told them I was ill and they changed my flight at no charge!!! I was shocked! NO CHARGE! Southwest Rocks!
I figured at this point I had over done it in the yard. So for the next few days I rested as my stomach was still a mess. Well with one exception. Over the weekend we had our first tropical storm and blew the newly planted palm trees down in the backyard. Knowing I couldn't fix this alone my next door neighbors came over to help replant and stake them. Thank God for great neighbors! I've had so much help throughout all this. I'm so grateful. During your darkest moments, light can still be found.
On the twelfth day I rested, and it was good!
After my tooth extraction I was told to take 10 days to heal before we start the next phase of treatment. So I planned a trip home. There’s no place like home!
I had a 9 AM Doctors appointment that morning and had to be to the airport by 6 PM. I was exhausted by the long day and succumbed to a wheelchair for the second time in my life. The first was after my operation. I hate a wheelchair. It's like giving up to me. "Push til you drop" has always been my motto, but lately I'm dropping before I even start pushing!
Guess what? You get through security a lot faster in a wheelchair. No waiting in that long line. Next time you fly... Wrap your leg or arm in an ace bandage and don’t bother to comb your hair. It’s worth it! Give your sky cap a few bucks for the push! Highly recommend travel tip..LOL.
When I arrived home all was well despite being gone so long. The next morning I hit the ground running. I felt like I had more energy than I’ve had in years. Before I left for Houston a young man working at my local grocery store as a cashier, noticed we lived in the same neighborhood by my address. He mentioned that if I ever needed any help to give him a call and gave me his number. I found this very kind coming from a 17 year old.
After I arrived home I called Josh, who was graduating that week. He said he and his younger brother would be happy to help me out. And help they did!!! I had bought 10 bags of mulch (that’s all that will fit in my trunk) but realized I would love to do the whole yard back and front all at one time instead of just a touch up. I would need much more mulch and many trips to Lowes.
Josh offered a family trailer so we could get everything all in one trip. Off to Lowes we went. 40 bags of mulch later we were on our way home. The next day Josh and brother got to work and in 3 hours the house looked great! 50 bags of mulch placed, bushes trimmed, unwanted growth removed. In the end, 15 extra large garbage bags at the curb. Exhausted! I don’t know what I would do without them!
Next I hired a tree service to trim up 7 palm trees for hurricane season. Leaving a 4 ft. X 4 ft. X 6 ft. pile of brush next to the trash bags, Making it hard to get the car out. Then I had them move 3 palm trees that had grown from seed. They were over 8 foot tall and needed to be moved out of the flower beds. (I have the horniest palm trees on the street) We moved the palms to the back yard. They looked great.
I was to leave for Houston Thursday night. Trash day was also Thursday. My cousin’s husband, John, came for a nice visit before I left. I don’t see the family often enough. While we talked I hooked up my feeding tube. The trash truck came and only took the trash bags leaving the pile of palm brush with a nasty note attached. To sum it up: “Too Much Shit!” I didn’t know there was a limit…LOL!
After John left I began to feel ill. My stomach began to tumble, rumble, and bloat. Bad gas and then a run for the toilet…better cancel the flight. I passed so much gas McDonalds could have hired me to blow up balloons for the kiddies! I called Southwest Airlines and told them I was ill and they changed my flight at no charge!!! I was shocked! NO CHARGE! Southwest Rocks!
I figured at this point I had over done it in the yard. So for the next few days I rested as my stomach was still a mess. Well with one exception. Over the weekend we had our first tropical storm and blew the newly planted palm trees down in the backyard. Knowing I couldn't fix this alone my next door neighbors came over to help replant and stake them. Thank God for great neighbors! I've had so much help throughout all this. I'm so grateful. During your darkest moments, light can still be found.
On the twelfth day I rested, and it was good!
There's No Place Like Home!
Peace B
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