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Infectious Bacteria Stalkers-My Summer Saga

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Wednesday May 11th and it’s like an average day, filled with events.

I fit the walk in clinic visit into the early part of the afternoon after a morning meeting at the recreation centre where I volunteer as a Rep for the 55+ pickleball group for inside play.

After I filled my prescription I went home and administered the first round of nasal sprays.

Within a couple hours, I noticed my throat was a bit raw.  As the afternoon passed into dinner hour and evening, my throat rawness increased and felt rather dry.  In the night when sleep would have been preferable I developed a dry cough and woke often.

Thursday morning came and with the routine of eating, vitamins and get out the door to a fitness class I also remembered to take the nasal spray.

As hours passed my voice began to shift to a lower huskier sound and the irritation increased in my throat.

After my class I rushed home to shower and get over to a physio appointment for my ongoing back issues, then off to the local courts where people were playing pickleball.  As one of the committee members for the Surrey Pickleball Club for outdoor play, I wanted to watch some of the players before a late afternoon meeting.

At the meeting I assured everyone I was not sick but curious about the sudden voice loss, raw throat and dry cough –  beginning to think there might be a connection to the nasal spray but busyness and denial pushed away the little inside voice yakking at me.

Later that evening I dutifully used the sprays as I tried to believe it would eventually work to unplug my ear. Even though it rarely happened I continued to stick my finger in my ear, wiggle it around and try to pop it open. I so hoped to enjoy my upcoming trip to Whistler Mountain with hubby in a few days and soaking in the baths in the Scandinavian Spa – a gift from our kids.

Friday mornings rush arrived and the cough intensity increased, my voice became not more than a rough squeak and the inside of my throat felt like it’d been scrubbed with sandpaper.

Confused and concerned about whether I was interpreting  my symptoms correctly I decided to try one more time with the nasal sprays – then headed off for the morning to support and watch some newer players of pickleball.

As the morning progressed my conversations were cut short with constant coughing and pain rising to the level of screaming at me to pay attention.

The amber light of recognition finally hit and turned red.  Something was wrong.  I decided – no more sprays.

In the early afternoon I arrived at my scheduled Mammogram appointment, explained to the staff in a whisper I was not sick and now believed the nasal sprays were the cause of a negative reaction.

After my appointment I drove home, picked up the sprays and went to the pharmacy to chat about my concerns.  Next stop was the same walk in clinic where I was promptly seen by a different doctor than two days previous.

No infection.  No voice.  No visible or puzzling bulge which had originally been seen.

No pain free moment.

No answers other than to stop the sprays and go to see my regular doctor and ask to see a specialist.  I had come full circle in about forty-eight hours.  My left ear was still plugged. My doctor was still on vacation and why I’d been in a walk in clinic to begin with.

I returned home and planned to wait for the effects of the sprays to subside.

My throat burned like red embers of a campfire and with each cough it felt like a poker jabbing, jabbing and stabbing at the fire.

And then, one cough began. And another, on top of that one – another.

I felt my throat close and I could not breathe.

 

 

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Infectious Bacteria Stalkers-My Summer Saga

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Most people remember the return to school after a long lazy summer playing with friends, hanging out, swims, hikes, camping with family or riding bikes and sleeping in.

Once back in school it was often a chore to regurgitate the “what I did this summer” essay believing it to be a boring chore.

Well, I’m no longer in school, long past it in fact, yet this summer a set of experiences I’ve had led me to believe it must be told.  However, I’m hopeful it’s a one of its kind, never to be repeated summer saga.

A lovely May of great weather promoted my early planting of flowers and vegetable garden, outdoor play of Pickleball, fitness class attendance and trying to return to my normal since a car accident one and a half years ago.  Though still in treatment for ongoing pain in my back I remained dedicated with my physical therapy and massage to improve muscle strength in order to support my spine.

Over the past months I had been irritated by an ongoing plugged ear – continually sticking my finger against it to try and shake it unplugged.  I tried a decongestant with limited results.  At a doctor visit last fall, I’d been informed I had water in behind the ear drum and to return if the problem continued.

As months passed by I continued to complain to anyone who listened.   I received many suggestions that it could simply be a wax buildup – really.  I’m in my 60’s, have a hubby, have raised children and I’ve seen wax buildup.  I would have just kept quiet and cleaned my ear.

Before an already booked visit to Whistler Mountain with hubby to lounge in pools and hot tubs I decided to get another ear check.   Discovering that my doctor was on holidays I chose to go to a walk in clinic.  I managed to get about a sentence into my reason for being there before I was rudely interrupted by the attending physician asking me questions which drew me into a defensive description validating my issue.  Apparently he was unable to check my ear unless I had reason to believe I may have an infection.

With a steady and steely voice I said,  “I will tell you if you let me finish my sentence.”

After a bit of sputtering from clinic doc, I was able to finish expressing my concerns and have my ears checked, then informed, “OH, such a bulge, I wonder why…such a bulge.”   I deduced I had a valid issue though I was unclear exactly what the bulge was.  Later, my internet research suggested it might have been the eardrum.

Suddenly clinic doc got busy on his laptop giving me a lesson on the construction of ears via pictures and I waited out the instruction.  I was handed a prescription for a nasal spray which would last a few weeks and told to also get an over the counter spray – that one to only use for five days.

Being a good patient and compliant personality that I am, I promptly went to the pharmacy on site and filled the prescription.

What a mistake.

 

 

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YAY – Painting Project Finished

As promised to my readers but mostly to myself I have finished this project which began on a holiday in Arizona last November 2015.  A more dedicated and experienced painter likely could have whipped it up in a few days however, I am not that person.

This project came together in the midst of ongoing home renovations, Christmas, January blues, ongoing treatment from my car accident in Nov 2014 which includes ice, heat, physio, massage, specific exercises, inflammation and reduction of exercises.  It seems so ongoing and endless.  Currently am in withdrawal mode from my beloved game of Pickleball. Temporarily.

Life with family happens on a daily basis – a son in a career change which brings intense training and gone away for half a year and adult kid travels to world-parts unknown to me which translates into worry, for my mama’s heart.  A daughter in law experiencing solo living while hubby is away in training.  A daughter who loves my back yard and sunny deck loves to pop in and out with tales of her day or week – a revolving door, in the front, then check the fridge, fill the biggest glass with water, out the back door, plop on the lounge chair, chat-chat-chat.  Suddenly it is time to go – with a scramble to gather most of her personal items.  I kid you not there is nearly always something left behind.   Then off she goes, out the fence gate on to who knows what experience or work project.

And, this reminds me – the design, creation then building of a fence around our little yard also happened this spring.  Hubby took care of nearly all the digging, protecting my budding plants (under  the scrutiny of my supervision) and construction and staining – daughter and I put in just enough help to validate our saying “we” built the fence together.

This awesome fence is going to let the wild bunnies know they are no longer welcome to nibble on my baby tomatoes in my veggie garden.  Maybe it will discourage the family of raccoon’s  from coming too close to try and nibble on Thomas the Cat.  There’s a lot of expectation on this fence and I sure hope it can take all the responsibility and pressure as it needs to contain a vast array of shrubs, flowers, climbing roses and other crawly vines I’ve forgotten the names of.  I saw this cool little gadget that fits over fence posts that a potted plant can sit in and  I’d like a couple of those too.

So, all that to say, no wonder it takes me so long to finish a painting….

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A Blank Canvas

Late fall 2015.  Casa Grande, (Palm Creek) Arizona.

A holiday home for a month – a blank canvas and high hopes.

I took paints, containers, a canvas and an easel and set them on display on the table out on the patio.

For days I walked by the canvas as I went to and from the hot-tub, riding bike, playing a few games of pickleball or going for a walk.

Then I needed pain pills, an ice pack, a heat pack, stretches and rest.

I looked at the canvas with longing while I procrastinated telling myself I was just getting ready.  It was true – I simply needed to get into the space where I could let my hand, pencil and creativity connect with one another and then touch the canvas.

Rather like an exercise plan or a change to healthier eating or digging through a very cluttered closet.  There comes a moment, that space in time when one just knows to go ahead and take a step forward.

One day I did pick up my pencil.  I needed some stress relief and it felt good.  So much had been going on in the background of my mind filling up all the creative spaces and I first had to let the worry and concern leak out and give my head some room.

Just before leaving for our holiday an unwanted and unexpected stressful situation arose with a group I was involved in and potential loss of a friendship and it weighed heavily on my heart.

Driving had become so stressful since my car accident a year ago, with me always sighing in relief to get out of the car, either to stop driving or to ease the constant pinch in my back. It’s a long drive from BC, Canada to Arizona and  I drove because that is fair in a shared relationship but I didn’t exactly do my ‘fair share’.

This was my first large painting I was to try in that space of a year as I’d been focused on other areas of life like physio, massage, doctor appointments, fitness classes and trying to get myself back to what I believed my normal should be.

Once I began drawing my mind focused and shapes emerged on the canvas.  A fresh sense of excitement began to build and if not daily, then every other day I found myself slipping out the patio door and adding a touch of paint at various points on the canvas.

This stepping into my ‘painterly world’ continued for the next several weeks.

To me, this meant I was returning to myself and some deep part of me was healing.

Join me in future posts as I continue to share journal entries, slather on sunscreen for the outdoor daytime fun and while I slather paint on canvas to release the inner drive to feel full color again.

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