Well, my body made it 50 years with little issue, but now it’s falling apart. This year it’s the teeth. Thanks to great dental insurance had 3 extracted so far, this year. Hopefully no more than 3. Here I was thinking my oral hygiene was fine, then I go to the dentist and apparently not. I had quite a few cavities 7 filled so far and 2 teeth rotting my jaw bone. The tooth that was pulled today, had absolutely no pulp. I was happy to lose it as it’s the tooth that made my smile look goofy. After all the cavities are filled, I must play the waiting game until my gums heal. Then I will be receiving 3 dental implants, for which iI will pay 50% of the sticker price, making my smile the smile I’ve always wanted .

More cavities to fill next week. It’s a good thing I have a high tolerance to dental pain.

From left to right, Oprah Winfrey, Reese Witherspoon, Tom Hanks, Michael B. Jordan, Zendaya, Jessica Chastain, Michael Shannon, Harrison Ford, Gal Gadot, Greydon Carter, (lying on the floor left to right ) Nicole Kidman, Claire Foy.

It’s a lovely pastiche of beautiful people, beautifully lit, beautifully styled. I wager quite a few people had jobs making sure everything is just so. I’m sure it took those people quite a lot of time to achieve the perfect shot of each person.

Everyone involved, from Makeup artists, hairdressers, wardrobe, designers location owners, drivers, lighting , caterers, assistants to the staff at Vanity Fair each of the 12 actors and Annie Leibovitz herself put time, focus, sweat and likely, blood , somebody always bleeds even if it’s just a paper cut .

All of this effort to celebrate the achievements of these 12 actors over the past year, by gifting them a golden statuette with their name engraved on it. What did they really achieve? Well, they’ve proven themselves to be very good at being at the right place at the right time and knowing the right people. Yes, they’re talented at making believe. They take a game of let’s pretend to an art form. And for this each one of the 12 pictured and many more like them, this is the dream. Millions of dollars, recognition, a platform, power to shift the ideas of the masses if they so choose. Have they not been rewarded enough? Must they also compete for a shiny object of little value, monitarily or otherwise , so we the salivating masses can see who they’re wearing?

I’d rather a cover shot celebrating the ,just guessing, 200 people who worked on this image . Because they don’t get rewarded enough.

This past week, I’ve been concentrating on my balance, both my physical balance and balancing my schedule. My husband’s work schedule changed this past week. He was working 2 day shifts from 10 am to 6:30pm, getting home by 7:30pm on Monday and Tuesday. Then Wednesday and Thursday mid shifts from 2pm to 10pm, getting home by 11pm. Then it’s a 3 day weekend. We’ve gotten used to this schedule . I can’t get out of the tub by myself, so I don’t bathe Monday or Tuesday. I do bathe every other day of the week. This new schedule has him working 4 day shifts, which means that I have to bathe in the evening at least one day, which is tough when hubby comes home exhausted and we still need to make and eat dinner. We literally had to think about how not to go without bathing 4 or 5 days in a row. As for my physical balance, this is what I’m doing to practice walking without a cane. I just started doing this, so watch with kind eyes, please

Here is the weekly progress video I promised on Sunday. I hope it’s not too boring 😉

If you stopped by yesterday to view my progress, I sincerely apologize for having nothing posted. We had company come over unexpectedly and they stayed well into the evening and by that time I was too exhausted to walk. There will be a new video posted by morning. 

Thank you for your patience. 

Tonight was the culmination of a great week. I’m now doing all of my toiletries while standing.  I’m walking as much as my body lets me, every day. My bike is getting riden for 5 minutes a session, 3 sessions a week.  My days are full of exercise. My nights, however are a very different story. Once the sun goes down, so does my energy. I’m familiar with the phenomenon in dementia patients, known as sundowning. I never expected it to apply to my stroked out brain. Tonight was a perfect example of sundowning.  All day long, I had my SAD (seasonal affective disorder ) light ( which works great ) to give me as much energy as possible and did very little with it in anticipation of my husband’s staff party.  Held in a gorgeous ballroom, it’s a fantastic buffet dinner, followed by awards and dancing. 

We got to the hotel at 6pm and immediately I’m seeing the waists and boobs of people I hadn’t seen for the better part of 2 years.  The canned music was very loud ,so conversations had to be loud too. Here’s where I run into an issue.  My left vocal chord is still weak from the stroke, so I can only raise my voice so much before hurting myself.  Add to that, the fact that I still can’t turn my head either way very much, and unless the person is paying attention to me, I’m not heard and neither are you. For example, the person sitting across the big circular table from me,6 was apparently talking to the back of my head before sitting where I could see him.  I waved hello and he accused me of snubbing him. 

Word of advice, when speaking to someone in a wheelchair, especially when in a crowd. Make sure you get to their level so you both can converse comfortably. It’s very easy for me to just tune out and feel like nobody wants to talk TO me when you’re talking over me. And that gets depressing fast, not to mention the toll it takes on the neck, having to look way up at you when my neck is a problem.  Thankfully several female friends understood this and the night wasn’t entirely without conversation. Dinner was good as was the glass of champagne.   I was very much hoping to get a dance with my husband in before calling it a night.  But the pain was having none of it and my husband had to take me home after just an hour and a half . I’ve  medicated myself , and I’m still in wicked pain .

If this event had been held at noon I’d be dancing with my husband right now, instead I’m stoned off my ass, writing a blog post about what I’m missing .

Check in tomorrow for my weekly walk down the hallway and check out my progress. 

Super short post today. 

Does it count as a broken resolution if my husband left for work in such a hurry that we forgot to put my brace on today?  I didn’t even notice until an hour after he left.