Posts tagged ‘children’

June 14, 2012

If She Walks Like a Duck . . .

 I felt a tug on my shirt.

“Teacher, did you poop your pants?” asked the little boy in my kindergarten class.

Although, the surprise may have registered on my face, I waited for what came next, knowing that he had to have a good reason for asking that question.

“Well, you’re walking like this.” He then proceeded to demonstrate my distinctive walk.

He wasn’t done, though. “My brother walks like that when he poops his pants.”

Children are honest. To quote Bill Cosby, they do “. . . say the darndest things!”

You see, I was waiting for a hip replacement, which resulted in a very distinctive way of waddling, er, walking. Although this anecdote is humorous, there is nothing fun or funny about the pain of a hip that needs replacing. Left untreated, the joint deteriorates to the point where it becomes a grinding of bone on bone. It is extremely painful and hard to get relief, whether sitting, standing, sleeping or moving. I am astonished that a hip replacement is considered elective surgery; in my experience, the alternative would be zero quality of life.

I can usually spot a deteriorated hip socket walk. Can you?

Image courtesy of Joanne Wilson.

June 6, 2012

Children, Self-Care and Vacuuming

I’m delighted to introduce you to Harmony Wilderson, who has blog entitled Laughing Through the Pain of RA. She graciously and good-naturedly accepted my request to do a guest post. This practical post is all about setting priorities.

RA symptoms can sap your strength and leech the fun right out of you. But if you’re the parent of young children, you need to maintain the highest level of wellness possible. Nap time for the kids is a great chance to catch up on a little TLC.

Years ago, my children’s nap time meant two hours of frantic cleaning. My house looked great, but by evening, I didn’t care. The pain and stiffness in my joints overwhelmed my feelings of accomplishment.

Now I keep my Dr. Scholl’s Paraffin Spa out-of-reach but handy. While the grandchild sleeps, I coat my hands with several thick layers of hot wax, wrap them in a soft towel, and let the heat restore me. Better than vacuuming, any day.

Image courtesy of Armin Hanisch.

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