Hi again, dear reader, this is your Marilyn Beane’s World just getting started at the end of another week. I have had a difficult time to get at it. I’ve had a lot of interruptions what with my sweetheart being so sick and all.
On Sunday, June 10, after breakfast, we watched the news on Channel 8 TV. This afternoon, for a while we watched a Souls Harbor DVD with Pastor Rick Libby. The singers were just marvelous. Pastor Ricky, too, sang a nice gospel song and gave a nice sermon on our Lord’s promise.
My left leg and right leg are swollen. But the left one is worse. Red and sore. Pastor Bill arrived at 10 a.m. that morning. We met in the dining room.
We sat at a table next to the window. The kind and caring cook brought a plate of cookies and three cups of coffee for each of us. One of my friendly residents in the room next to us joined us in the church meeting. He read from the Bible, God’s holy book. Then he used his notes to explain it.
On Monday, June 11, my left leg was swollen and red and very sore. I had an appointment with Dr. Jeffrey Ball at Lincoln Medical Partners in Waldoboro. I didn’t think I was going to get a ride there. I finally found out that I did, and so that afternoon, our sweet driver took me. She went in with me when his sweet medical assistant called me. She took my vitals, which were good. She put information in the computer. She was so compassionate, a real nice young lady. She went out and Dr. Ball came in and sat down and checked my legs. It looked to him that I had the beginning of cellulitis. He said he needed to put me on an antibiotic so he quickly faxed one in to our pharmacy and wanted them to deliver them that night.
The next morning, our kind and caring man tech game me my first dose of antibiotic along with my other meds.
On Thursday, June 14, my home health nurse arrived at 1 p.m. She took my vitals, which were good. She listened to my lungs, which didn’t sound too bad, and listened to my heart, which was good. She put all information into her computer. She unwrapped my feet. Looking at them, said they sure needed podiatrist care and so pleased I was going the next day.
On Friday, June 15, there was a mix-up on the hour of our appointment. Had me making phone calls to the podiatrist office and my nurse. The driver became upset and she called the podiatrist office, as the problem was there. Then she came in to tell us that it was straightened out. Our appointments were 3:30 and 4 p.m.
Our sweet driver took us on the bus van to the Pen Bay Physician’s Building in Rockport. Because of my sore feet, she had me in the travel chair. She took us upstairs to the podiatrist office one at a time. We was taken to the back treatment room. Our sweet driver went in with us. Information was put in the computer on both of us. Sweet Suzie unwrapped my feet. She went out and the podiatrist Dr. Scheuller came in. He trimmed corns and calluses off, which took him a long while. Then he told me, after looking at my new shoes, where my feet are so sore from arthritis, too, that I can’t wear shoes. Even though they were widened so not to touch, they still do and hurt everywhere, so I just can’t tolerate shoes.
To wear slippers, like I wore there today. I need to wear what is the most comfortable.
He said Hangers, who provides shoes, was always known to be a top shoe company, but he doesn’t know what has happened trying to fit me to shoes. They are supposed to be able to help get anyone into shoes, even though a client has bad feet. Golly!
My sweetheart was months before he received his shoes, because of his feet are crippled. Poor dear! His left foot is turned way over on the side. He was always crippled, but both feet just toed in. He was born club-footed.
Dr. Scheuller trimmed Elden’s toenails and liked Elden’s new special-made black shoes. They are higher above his ankles than his old ones were. Three Velcro straps on each one. Dr. Scheuller said he would see us in three months. He filled out the forms and signed them and gave them back to our sweet driver. They are left in our record files here at the home.
We came home. It was past dinnertime and everyone else had eaten. But our kind and caring cook brought our dinner into the dining room at our usual table.
After, we went back to our room. Our sweet young lady med tech gave us our meds. Our sweet driver and aide kindly got the Hoyer and had one of the sweet newer young lady aides come in with her so she could show her how to use the Hoyer, and with that, they put my sweetheart to bed. He was very tired. We thanked them. They went out smiling and told us to have a good weekend. We told them to do the same.
After they went out and closed the door, I had little work to do. In bed later, I watched my favorite olden-day programs and “Texas Ranger,” falling asleep.
Now here is a testimony from my sweetheart and I:
Our choice has been made
There is no looking back,
I have stopped over the line.
I won’t let up, back up,
Give up, shut up.
My focus is clear,
My path is straight,
My God is reliable,
I’m a disciple of Jesus Christ.
Jesus, my Lord
By Annie Johnson Flint
Jesus, my Lord, is a wall about me,
Dwelling within, I can dwell secure;
Nothing can harm me, for naught can touch me
Save what He willeth that I endure.
Jesus, my Lord, is my shield and buckler,
Unto all evil the way is barred;
Nothing can harm me, for nought can reach me
Save what He willeth shall cross His guard.
Jesus, my Lord, is my lofty tower
Where He hath set me in peace on high;
Nothing can harm me, for naught can find me
Save what He willeth shall pass Him by.
How about a little humor? After telling her class the story of God’s promise to give His people a land flowing with milk and honey, a Sunday school teacher asked her little ones: “What do you think a land flowing with milk and honey would be like?”
“I think it would be pretty sticky,” Bobby replied.
Your beauty rest: bed is a bundle of paradoxes. We go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret and we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but our bodies (decide) every morning to keep it late.
OK, dear readers! I must close this column for this week. We continue to hold you all up in prayer for any trials you may have, especially those who are afflicted in illness, in grief, lonely, and all other trials in life.
God bless you. Be looking for Marilyn Beane’s World next week. Our address: Crawford Commons Assisted Living, 132 Middle Road, Union, ME 04862-4018.