Recovered. Onward. Garden Fantasies.

Sunday 8 May 2022

Recovered

I’ve returned from my 3-month post-surgery checkup last Monday. Everything is entirely positive. Even though I went into the appointment with considerable optimism, the relief I feel suggests that there were still some niggling doubts. It is also true that I’ve been looking at this checkup as — at least it was positive — as a sort of milestone. So I am going to stop talking about my “recovery,” and declare myself “recovered.”

Onward

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Moving Slowly into Spring: Continued Recovery

Saturday 9 April 2022

The advance of spring has been stalled for the last couple of weeks. Temperatures rise and fall around freezing. We wake to a frosting of snow, which melts by mid-morning, and refreezes after night fall. The days are cold and damp; the nights cold and slippery. But finally the gears seem to have engaged, the snow has melted from even the most shadowed areas, and temperatures reach into the 40’s and 50’s. B’de Maka Ska — our local lake — is melting around the edges. If we have a good windy day the ice will break up and form small ramparts along the shore, to be admired by walkers wearing shorts. Such is spring here.

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Street Art

Tuesday 22 March 2022

I sporadically read a weekly newsletter called Reasons to be Cheerful. RtbC was founded by, and still features writing by, David Byrne, singer, songwriter, etc. As its title suggests, it is a purveyor of hopeful news, something that I’ve welcomed over the last few years.

This week there was a link to a story on another blog that really stuck a chord. It is about the work of a street artist who ‘repairs’ pavement by embedding mosaics in damaged areas. (The full article can be found here: https://www.thisiscolossal.com/2022/02/ememem-pavement-mosaics/)

Take a look:

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Spring and (continued) Recovery,

Saturday, 19 March 2022

Spring continues to advance, though I think there is much merit in changing the season’s name to “slush.” Regardless, the trees’ branches are losing their definition as buds swell, though their structure – punctuated with the occasional ruins of squirrel nests –is still legible. There are large patches of bare ground in the yard, and every day the snow retreats a bit more, emphasizing the areas of ground that are more shaded, or that through natural or human means have received more than their share of snow.

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The web of muscle, ligament and bone

Thursday, 10 March 2022

This morning I went to my an evaluation by a physical therapist. For several months I’ve had a small spot of pain – about the size of the tip of my little finger – dwelling in my right elbow. It makes itself known only occasionally, but when it does it does so with considerable force: a sharp, hot, shot of pain. Normally it happens when my arm is extended and my fingers grip something with a bit of force. Though, if I’ve irritated it, the spot can flare up during seeming innocuous activities.

Generally, an episode is induced by some vigorous activity involving frequent gripping and grasping and holding. Gardening, especially digging with a trowel and pulling weeds by hand, is the usual and most evident culprit. More recently, an episode was triggered by reassembling a recalcitrant bookcase, which required a lot of squeezing and holding heavy things with one hand. After this most recent insult, rather than resolving after a couple of weeks, the pain lingered, wanning and then, without any clear incitement, waxing again. Eventually, after it failed to resolve during the quiescent period of my recuperation from surgery, I decided I should deal with it. I consulted with my doctor – who having done an x-ray that showed nothing structurally amiss – referred me to a physical therapist

I must say that I do like physical therapy. I like it because the examination and evaluation is so transparent. There are no x-rays that produce ghostly white shadows, no blood work that produces mysterious BUN/Creatinine ratios, no machines that hum or buzz and give forth a number. Instead it’s a very human, very one on one interaction: raise you arm like this – does that hurt? Where? How about this? Hold your arm out and I will press on it – try not to move it. Squeeze as tightly as you can; good, now hold your arm this way and squeeze again. After a while, it is clear that the therapist understands what will produce discomfort, and what will not, and then she can give an account and provide any number of confirming demonstrations: it is these two muscles, and they attach to the ligament here, which is right where the pain is.

And it is also nice because often the problem is part of a larger system. The thigh bone is connected to the knee bone, and the kneedmay be in unhappy because of the thigh. In my case, my elbow ligament is irritated because my arm has been overcompensating for weakness in my right shoulder. The shoulder had, indeed, been the subject of a previous series of visits, and I thought I’d gotten it back to about 95% of where it shoulder. I had diligently continued my shoulder exercises, until August, when my diagnosis of prostate cancer distracted me from my exercise regime, and that lapse – followed by continued inactivity during my recovery from surgery – coincides with the failure of the elbow pain to resolve. It all fits together. Very satisfying, and oddly comforting to have a narrative that makes sense of it all and connects it to things I already knew about. While I’m not keen on having the problem, I like it when things make sense.

And, since today marks the day when I can resume activities like lifting more than 10 pounds, and doing things that will exercise my abdomen and core, I can begin a concerted effort to address the problem. Ideally, not only will I come out of this having resolved the elbow issue, but I will be able to get a bit more guidance in getting my shoulders (which, truthfully, I’d thought were back to 95%), and my core (which has needed more work) back into shape.

So, I will update my exercise guide, adding the initial set of hand and wrist excercises (intended to placate the irritated tendon), to my Kegel exercises (for my prostate recovery), and my eccentric heel drops (to protect my achilles tendon for when I start running again). Interestingly, one of the exercises I will do for the elbow is a cousin of the eccentric heel drop: both involve an assisted lift of the joint spanned by the tendon, followed by a controlled drop of it which will strengthen muscles that will ultimately take stress off the tendon. So it all fits together nicely. Everything is connected, both physically and metaphorically.

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Recovery: The Rule, the Lime Tree and the Hand Truck

Sunday 6 March 2022

Here we are, once again, in March. A dreary damply chilly month, but one that is redeemed by the knowledge that any snow will be followed in a few days by melting, rather than by weeks of frigidity. And, wet and unpleasant as it is, after a cold winter the dank interludes when the temperature creeps into the thirties and sometimes the forties seem harbingers of spring.

My recovery continues smoothly and quickly. I am four days away from the point when I transition from not being allowed to lift more than ten pounds to being able to do anything. It would be quite wonderful if the body really worked this way: if, in the midst of a state of tremulous of frailty, a surge would erupt and rush through my body—muscles swelling, sinews knitting, chest expanding—and like a superhero casting off his disguise I would burst forth from the cocoon of convalescence.

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Mission Table; Walk at Creek; Tech

Sunday 20 February 2022

Saturday. A chilly day. We had visitors — KM and SO, and two friends with a truck — who came to pick up a mission table that we were giving away. It was nice to see them. After that we went out and did a little furniture shopping at Room and Board and Design within Reach (or, as our friends said, Design out of Reach). We tried out a number of couches and chairs. I have to say, though I had not anticipated it, the repeated sitting-down-and-gettings-up took quite a bit out of me. I was quite tired out by the end of the day. We came home and ordered pizza, and had an early evening.

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Meteorology, essays, cartoon, walking

Friday 18 February 2022

Meteorology

This morning began with cumulus transitioning to stratus clouds, with steadily rising temperatures. This is the advent of the warm front heralded by yesterday’s cirrus clouds, and accompanied by precipitation as warmer air mixes with colder air: It is now snowing, quite vigorously, and that is forecast to continue for a couple of hours, without, however, any great accumulation. My current plan is to get out and take a walk in it.

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Ordinary day; Audi service; river walk

Wednesday 16 February 2022

An ordinary day. I arose after a sound night’s sleep. That’s surely one positive aspect of my prostate cancer adventure — I’ve been sleeping very very well. Not that I had trouble before…

I did my usual breakfast routine: turn on the espresso machine; while it’s warming up, I heat up Katie’s oatmeal and make her tea; I put bread in to toast, go out and fetch the paper, make the espresso, and sit down with paper, espresso and toast. After that I practice piano for an hour or so.

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Word Recall; Lots on Writing; &c

Tuesday, 24 August 2021

It is looking as though about 2 weeks is the natural periodicity of this journal, which is not a bad thing.

Since I last wrote, my two Loft writing courses have ended, and I have a quiet interlude for a few weeks. I’ve decided I’m not going to do Fall term courses at the U of MN, since most of them are being offered online and the idea of sitting amidst a large group of students is not inviting. Instead, I will continue with remote Loft classes — two more, in the same veins as the previous ones.

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Fiction for Worldbuilding course

Sunday 25 July 2021

As with my last entry, the intervening time seems to have flashed by. On second thought, it’s not so bad: I’d mis-dated by last entry, and looking at the timestamp shows my memory of it only being about five days was accurate.

Last Wednesday, the day after that post, I turned in my story excerpt for the Worldbuilding course. It was 25 pages, and I’d developed it over the last two weeks. I feel quite good about it — not because it is wonderful — but because I believe it’s the first time I’ve written a story, OK, part of a story, that is driven by characters rather than by ideas about technology or worlds.

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On my writing ecosystem…

Monday 20 July 2021

Two weeks have gone roaring by. I’ve written quite a bit, but not diary entries.

I’m developing a sense for my writing ecosystem. At the lowest level, I am recording fragments. This mostly happens during and after my run. During my run I capture thoughts as reminders on my iPhone, and then after the run, when I am back at the car cooling down, I record them at greater length in a notebook I keep there; I then take a picture of it with my phone, so I can leave the notebook in the car. It is sobering to see that I can only recall about half of the fragments, and have to look at the reminders to get the rest.

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The Mind in the Hand

7 July 2021

I have spent the last four years learning piano.

I started late, just after I turned 61. I was starting pretty much from scratch – I knew the treble cleff and quarter and half and whole notes, but that’s about it. They say that one learns things – especially things like language and music and dancing – better before puberty. That may be so.

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