I wold be doing this happy dance if I could move about freely but I am still very sore. I had an appointment with the massage and the physiotherapist today. I don’t know all the medical terms for what I did but it is something to do with the muscles and tendons in my lower back and also another injury that caused my hips to legs to be out of alignment. The physiotherapist also did something with electrical currents that is supposed to reduce the inflammation. Then again, I was in pain so I was just nodding. He could have done a Judo flip on me and as long as I felt better after I would have taken it. The massage therapist helped my muscles and the physiotherapist put my body back into alignment and I have to see both again next week. I am not to lift anything over 10 pounds for the next week or so.
However, none of that is the reason for my happy dance. I assure you I am doing a happy dance in my heart because I finally go to see a new gynecologist today and I am now on the wait list for a hysterectomy! I have been having so many problems and missing work but the other gynecologist wasn’t convinced that I needed one. She was on maternity leave so I saw a different one and he readily agreed. I can’t believe that I won’t have to deal with periods anymore! The wait list is about 6 months but I am guessing I will get in before that. I intend to have a Burn My Diva Cup Party when I get the surgery done. It is as exciting as a mortgage burning party. Do people do that anymore?
Norbert is being nice tonight and staying on my bed. I am wondering if he had a frightening run in with the renegade posse of raccoons that seem to live in our yard. They may not live here but they do have meetings liken unto Reservoir Dogs which I only watched the gawd awful preview because it scared me so much. Anyway, Norbert is being nice today and I have to take it when I can because he is a cat in the truest sense and will despise me just for wanting to pet him.
Our other cat, Sheldon is not doing well. He was always a huge cat (24 pounds in his glory days) and has been losing weight. My husband took him to the vet and it turns out he has cancer. He is 20 years old (96 in human years) this month so we are not going to treat him. It would be cruel to keep him living and put him through surgery and chemo. We have brought him home and are feeding him new cat food that is $3.00 a can and he is eating a little more. He gets brought down to the garden where we keep an eye on him. He likes to have naps on the garden bench. We have pillows out there so he is nice and comfy. When he starts to experience pain or shows any signs of discomfort we will take him to the vet and do what should be allowed to be done to any living being that is suffering and inject him with a needle and let him die. I want to bring him home and bury him in the garden but my husband isn’t sure. Sheldon is his cat and Norbert is mine so I have to be respectful of his decision. I am hoping to change his mind before Sheldon dies because Sheldon loves being outside in the garden. I think if he could ask that is where he would want to be.
OK, it is time for my bath.