My big sister had "patient duty" last week. She took me to my gynecologist appointment and to my cardiac appointment. She has always been my caregiver since the day I was born. The only restriction I have at this time is from the gynecologist to try not to lift anything much over 5 lbs.
We stopped at the grocery on the way home and I ran in for a gallon of milk. When I carried it out of the store my sister went into panic mode. The minute we reached my house, Sis grabbed up the gallon of milk and carried it straight to the bathroom. She put it on the bathroom scales and pointed out the weight 8.6 lbs that was beyond my limit. I was very properly admonished and promised to exercise greater caution. (My doctor had bluntly stated that violation of the rule could cause my guts to fall out.)
Sis's tour of duty was over and we said our good-byes. She left with the assurance that all was well in my world of recovery. Hugs, kisses and lots of thanks were said and done and she was out of our driveway and down the road.
My next step was to go to the bathroom...where I found the gallon of milk still setting on the bathroom scales!!! Very cautiously I carried it to the refrigerator laughing all the way.
Oh my! That's funny, and I guess there was nothing else for you to do but carry it to the fridge. Maybe next get a half gallon.
ReplyDeleteWhen I had surgery in 2005, my younger sister and friends were all over me when I was in the hospital, and then the two weeks I was recovering at home - people just sort of forgot about me. So I quite understand - you still have to have groceries. I did the same sort of thing and wasn't supposed to. But it's not a good idea - especially with the thought of guts falling out!
Lynn -- Yesterday we received an order of 10 lbs of Medjool Dates from California. Thankfully it was in a bottom row of postal boxes and I was able to pull it out onto the ground and kick it all the way out to the van. When I got it to the van I opened the sliding side door and very quickly grabbed the box and placed it on the floor of the van (as if the faster I lifted it the less danger I would be in.) We got it home & I first cut the box open and carried in the two 5 lb boxes one box at a time. Ron couldn't help but laugh at how determined I was to get those delicious dates home. I hope I am not tempting fate. I now have three more weeks on that restriction. My step-daughter thinks an episode of SOUTH PARK could be done about a hysterectomy patient's guts falling out. lol Sometimes we have to do what we have to do as you well know.
ReplyDeleteYou better behave Miss~! we do not want your guts messed up.. Its almost the holiday and you have to be well and happy.
ReplyDeletethose dates must be pretty dang good for you to go thru all that lol..
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Couldn't you have poured half of it into another container and made 2 trips to the fridge instead? Or maybe I'm just being dumb.
ReplyDeleteBe careful!
Don't know that I knew how much a gallon of milk weighed either so you are forgiven....bet there are a lot of things that would fool us so be careful.
ReplyDeleteYou are such a crack up but be careful! Doctor's orders are ORDERS, not SUGGESTIONS :)
ReplyDeleteI guess it is human nature to want to push those restrictions, but do be careful.....guts work best when we keep them on the inside.
ReplyDeleteStick to the half gallon size for a bit. Everyone will be happy and your guts will stay where they belong ;-)
ReplyDeleteyes, laugh...it sounds good, even with the potential trouble. Of course if you carry something differently - like in a bear hug or on a hip - the stress is not as great and the weight more distributed...it is how i manage to lift 300+ pound rocks when i get i mind to...just saying
ReplyDeleteSonny -- The dates are evey bit worth it. YUM!
ReplyDeleteLL Cool Joe -- Great idea but I would have to lift up the gallon of milk to pour it.
Changes in the wind -- You are so right. I grabbed up my art bag a while ago and have been moving it from room to room without realizing it easily weighs over 5 lbs.
Marla and Steve -- Yep, you know about those doctor's orders don't you? I'm trying, I really, really am.
Jeanie -- It would be easier to adhere to the restrictions if I felt bad but I feel so good and almost invincible.
cube -- Will do. It's half gallons for three more weeks.
Whitemist -- Think I'll skip any 300 lb rocks for now.
That is too funny. Your sister must have been appalled when you told her! I think sometimes doctors are a little too cautious in their instructions to us, but it's best to err on the safe side. I sure hope your guts don't fall out! You seem to be doing really well so far. Keep it up!
ReplyDeletePat MacKenzie -- I could not wait for her to get home so I could call her. It is a one hour drive and I called just as she was pulling into her garage. Needless to say she laughed too.
ReplyDeleteI remember that my husband was not allowed to carry a gallon of milk after his surgery. He still does not.
ReplyDeletePlease listen to the doctors and your sister.
You are being a bad patient... but I'm laughing out loud over here... I would never have guessed that the gallon of milk would have weighed over 8 pounds... I hope your guts don't fall out...
ReplyDeleteMunir -- I shall run to the store for a half-gallon at a time, I promise:) Thank you for your concern,
ReplyDeleteHey, we certainly don't want you to have your guts fall out! (Although mine might fall out laughing...thank you ;)
ReplyDeleteSee, that's one advantage of not being able to handle lactose...the soy milk cartons are much lighter ;)
At least you don't have to move the entire cow.
Riot Kitty -- It is a relief not to have to move an entire cow! You can sure make a person count their blessings.
ReplyDeleteSo you bent down to carry the gallon back into the kitchen?? Annie, you're a rebel and if I knew your sister I'd call her and spill the beans. Please be careful, chica. I want you with us for a very long time...guts and all. :)
ReplyDeleteYou'd make a poor partner in crime at this time. I'd have little to do with you for fear you might spill your guts.
ReplyDeleteWhew! Glad you made it thru Round 2 of Over-Do!
ReplyDeleteHow are you supposed to pour it?
Remember to get half gals- n have Ron split that bottle half into another container!
It occurred to me reading comments that You need a small 2-wheeled dolly thing- like for luggage to roll the art bag around the house.
ReplyDeleteHello Annie
ReplyDeleteWasn't she a sweetheart to help you out like that - maybe a bit forgetful tho'.
I think a trolley of some sort is what you need for outside - or a childs dolly pram for inside the house!
Take care
Cathy
ancient one -- When I began relating this story to my spouse he got ahead of me and declared that a gallon of milk weighs over 8 lbs. He should be my primary consultant since he seems to know EVERYTHING! I must remember to turn to him. He can't lift either but he can advise.
ReplyDeleteScarlet -- It is amazing how many things in the home weigh over 5 lbs. Moving wet laundry from the washer to the dryer can be a killer. Even the smallest of loads can quickly gain weight when wet. My son helped me catch up my laundry this weekend.
Cliff -- Well you know what they say, "No guts, no glory." I might spill my guts! Oh you are so clever. lol
Snaggle Tooth -- My dear friend, you are really getting into solving my problems aren't you. I actually have a light weight cart that I had not thought about. Wonderful idea for moving more that my art bag. I shall only be buying half gallon containers of milk for a while.
cranethie -- Cathy, you and Snaggle Tooth are on the same thought train. I am excited about getting out my light weight cart to use. Loved your post about your Cathy's wonderful scouting award. (Is it confusing to have two Cathys in the house?)
I didn't know a gallon of milk weighed that much!!
ReplyDeletebe careful, don't over do anything
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Diane -- Thanks for the good wishes. I am learning lots of things I never knew before. Education through medical crisis. lol
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ReplyDeleteashok -- and I smile back:)
ReplyDeleteHello Annie
ReplyDeleteSorry to have confused you - I had to look at the post to see where you got the name Cathy from because I didn't think I'd actually named my grandaughter. She's called Rachel by the way.
What has happened is that for some reason I marked the photo with Cathy instead of Still Waters as I would normally do. If its placed in a spot that can't be cropped its supposed to be a way to stop others from 'stealing' the photo (which I did have happen on Cathy's Capers a few years ago)
Take care
Cathy
Cathy @ Still Waters
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I can't throw stones - I too am guilty!
ReplyDeleteI love your sister! What a sweetie! I wish I had a sister like her. I love my brother, but he's more of a care giver to my computer. :-)
ReplyDeleteWoah! Well, I'm glad that your guts are still in their proper place. That's quite a sobering potential consequence of misbehaviour!
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