Busy week with fam­ily

Var­i­ous test re­sults not a cause for con­cern

Cape Breton Post - - Community Connections - Kathy Golemiec

Hey there, it’s me, Kathy. How was your week? Mine was not bad.

I was so busy. The first of the week wasn’t so great. I still had the spins and I couldn’t sit up with­out want­ing to be sick.

Janet and Dad didn’t come over. Janet’s leg was still black and blue from fall­ing down. I couldn’t get to the flea mar­ket.

Fi­nally through the week I started to get bet­ter. So Vada and I got ready to go see Mary at the camp­ground. Be­fore we went we de­cided to try her new lip wax.

They are strips and you just put them on, tap them in place and yank them off fast. Well she didn’t tell me to only put one on at a time. And she for­got to say don’t warm them up and don’t pull them off slowly.

I did all the things you weren’t sup­pose to do. Oh my god. If you could have seen my face, it was full of pink wax. I tried wip­ing it off. That didn’t work. I tried putting an ice cube on but it only made it harder and slip­pery. I tried face cream — still noth­ing.

So the only thing I could think of was to take an­other strip and rip that wax off with the new strip. That worked but it took a lot of time to get the wax off. My face was so red and sore that I had to use Polysporin.

I will never do that again. It didn’t even take the cou­ple of hairs off but my lip was swollen like I had it done with Bo­tox. Not a pretty sight.

Then off we went to see Mary. It rained all night. I love the sound of rain on a tent roof but we weren’t in a tent we were in a trailer and the sound doesn’t have the same ef­fect.

Re­mem­ber the can­vas tents where the wa­ter would gather in a spot then you would lay there and kick it with your foot and then you would be in trou­ble for touch­ing the can­vas and mak­ing the tent leak. And re­mem­ber the smell of musky can­vas — now that was camp­ing.

You had to go out­side to cook your meals on a camp stove that could blow up at any time or not start if you didn’t pump it up enough and let’s not for­get the feel of the hard ground un­der you.

I re­mem­ber first camp­ing in a tent with no bot­tom and a big pole in the mid­dle. It was great when we got the cot beds. You just hoped no snakes tried to get in. It didn’t have a zip­per to close it. It had strings and you tied them to­gether for the door.

Those were the days my friend and I’m glad they’re gone.

Now it’s like just go­ing vis­it­ing with run­ning wa­ter, no wa­ter jugs, no look­ing for the out­house with the flash­light.

This is 2017 not 1964. Every­thing is fast and con­ve­nient.

Now many peo­ple stay to them­selves. They used to play horse­shoes, sit around and play cards. And you just didn’t look at the wa­ter you went in it.

The next morn­ing we got ready and off we went to Truro to visit Dad and Janet. Vada got to meet part of Kevin’s new fam­ily. She was very shy and so were they so all the wor­ry­ing was for noth­ing be­cause none of the kids talked to each other any­way.

We stayed the night there. Dad took Vada clothes shop­ping. That was a cul­ture shock for him. He was re­ally sur­prised when they even had sneak­ers with holes in them. One store had pants with holes in them on sale for $99. He said at one time they would be thrown away. He made it through the shop­ping trip. She was happy, he was poorer so all went well.

The rest of the week they say is go­ing to be very hot. This is the time to make sure that the el­derly peo­ple are drink­ing lots of wa­ter and are not sit­ting in the sun or out in the sun. They need fans on them if they get too hot. This is the time of year that a lot of our el­derly get heat stroke.

Even I have been drink­ing more wa­ter and I hate wa­ter. It’s not so bad with the flavour­ing in it or ice cubes.

My blad­der is do­ing a lot bet­ter now with the new dou­blestrength pills. I got the re­sult back from my pap test, it was per­fect and I’m good for an­other year.

My big toe on my other foot is killing me. I have to wait for an ap­point­ment to get the sur­geon to cut the nail out like he did the other toe. It’s strange that such a small piece of nail can hurt so much. It’s like with ev­ery step it’s mak­ing its way into my toe. My fin­ger­nails keep break­ing off. I have to cut them ev­ery­day.

All my other tests came back great. The can­cer is go­ing down. My ster­num is still act­ing up. The hip is re­build­ing bone strength and the pain there is gone. Some­times I no­tice it when I have to walk up stairs.

Vada is go­ing to take danc­ing les­sons when she goes home. I started les­sons when I was four years old and con­tin­ued un­til I was 15. I took tap, bal­let and ac­ro­bat­ics. I loved it un­til I dis­cov­ered boys. There went the prac­tis­ing. Time to learn some­thing new.

Have a great week folks. And yes, the deer are eat­ing all our gar­dens.

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