The Tide Has Turned

Picked up my new dentures prior to my 70th birthday and was very pleased at the outcome. They’ve been made exactly as I had hoped. I’m now able to enjoy food with more gusto than with my original dentures. Those taste buds on the roof of your mouth really do make a difference. I will admit, however, it can be a tad annoying to having food particles get in between the dentures and your gums, but I’m willing to pay that price for enjoying meals and having dentures that fit and work better. The food particles I can get ride of. This was the most expensive lesson I’ve ever had to experience and God forbid I should have to do it again.

With great pleasure, Nat and I were treated to a double family dinner for our 80th and 70th birthdays. Sister, Thamazine, booked a private room at Johnny Rocco’s, inviting my family and his. We were both in shock that his side of the family showed up, as this was only the second time in 25 years that both sides had even been in the same room together, and we were thrilled to bits. We had both dined there previously and enjoyed ourselves.. Nat enjoyed the spaghetti and meatballs, while I took a leap of faith and really enjoyed the New York steak. From everything that was said around the table everyone enjoyed their meals and even Nat’s daughter, Laura, said it was the best Eggplant Parmigiana she had ever had. She took half of her meal home for the next day to enjoy twice as much. I was also so pleased that sister, Gail, had a chance to chat-up one of my granddaughters, Felicia, and her boyfriend, Kyle. That meant a lot to me, as I would love my family to get to know my grandchildren. Thanks Gail!!!

For the rest of the week we enjoyed the peace and quiet, albeit a bit boring at some times. We only had a few errands to run and had the choice of braving the cold and bitter snow storms we were having or just stay home and wait for the sun to shine.

I’m continuing to experience the hair loss. Nat checked with his hair salon and was told just to comb it a lot at night. What was going to fall out, was going to fall out no matter what. The only thing I could do was keep the blood flowing through my head to encourage growth and slowing down the hair loss. My own hair dresser confirmed the same and we’ll wait until things get better before I decide on whether to colour my hair again. I guess we should give the old noggin some rest. My old brain has experienced a lot of trauma itself this past year and deserves a rest like the rest of my body!!

Another vicious wind and snow storm today. We’ve been experiencing several these past couple of weeks. Our little village has even experienced more than the surrounding areas to the west of us. We drove to Welland one day and couldn’t believe how clear the roads were. As I’m writing this I can barely see out the front window for the blowing snow that’s blurring the house across the street. Another day where Nat and I have been enjoying the warmth of our little home but getting just a bit bored. This is the way the rest of 2019 is looking, but I shouldn’t jinx anything by writing about it – assume nothing!!!!

The good news, for me at least, is that I’ve been managing to keep off those excess 20 pounds I lost while I was sick. I’m back on the treadmill as I’m really determined to maintain this weight and the size smaller in clothing. I’ve been lucky enough to buy some new clothes and in a bit more up-to-date styling than previous years. I may be prejudiced but I still can’t get over how I’ve lost all that bulgy fat from my legs. Really egotistical of me, but I’ve not been that thin in the legs since High School!!! For the years I have left I’m going to enjoy this for all it’s worth!

Pulling Your Hair Out, Literally

When is 2018’s horrid ordeal going to end? Just when I thought things were getting better and my confidence was gaining traction, one more thing had to rear it’s ugly head. And by head, I do mean head.

From the beginning of the year, I’ve noticed a few thin spots throughout my already thin head of hair. I had a perm right after Christmas and at first thought that could be the culprit. With the chemicals in hair dye products, I thought any of my medications I was on, could be wreaking havoc with them. I was getting scared, as I was born with extremely thin hair and I cannot afford to have it thinner as I get older.

I talked things over with hubby and he agreed, he had noticed one or two spots that were thinner from before. Of course, he also noticed years ago that I inherited my father’s habit of playing with my hair. A little tradition that a couple of his daughters have inherited. Thanks, Dad!! Keeping my hair cut short has partially stopped me from doing this, and I’ve just been playing with the curls from the perm, and even then I noticed some hairs were falling out.

Of late, however, I’ve noticed quite a few hairs falling from my hair brush and I know this has never happened in the past except when trying to comb out layers of hairspray, Most of my life I’ve tried to be careful with how I treat my hair knowing that there might not be that much left to work with as I do grow older.

Back to Google and research! I discovered from the Mayo Clinic site that your hair can start to fall out after you’ve experienced a very traumatic event in your life. And we all know what that was!!!! Apparently it begins a couple of months after the event and should stop eventually. How reassuring, but will it grow back in? Probably not, if the hair takes the follicles with it.

Damned if I do and damned if I don’t, I truly have no idea where to go with this problem and how to deal with it. Vanity flows through my blood and to any woman your head of hair is your crown of glory. We have fun combing, curling and shaping our hairdos on a daily basis, and, at times, having our hairdresser help us along the way by keeping it groomed as well.

For the time being I’ll wait and see what happens. If the hairs do eventually stop falling I’ll reassess things when the time comes. If, however, this continues I’ll really have to think about a possible remedy – one or two options being available.

As far as other events go, my new dentures (a second pair) are almost complete. I literally told the Dentist what I wanted and after warning me of things to be aware of, he gave me no argument and proceeded. I will admit, the procedure for getting these dentures was quite a bit different from my first pair. I’m starting to wonder why, but will have to wait and see what the outcome is, which will be by the end of this week.

My 70th birthday is coming up – Nat had his 80th in January – and the two of us are wondering how we’ll celebrate. We normally go to a fancy restaurant for a good meal. However, with 2018 now behind us and with my new (working??) dentures in the works, we feel we have to do something just a bit more – well, I do, at least! Our two brains have been totally depleted since 2018 and we can’t decide at all where to go and knowing us it will turn out to be the same old, same old. Both being creatures of habit, wherever we do end up will be just right, as long as we’re both still together. Trust me, 2018 came eerily close to ending our togetherness for a couple of reasons.

With the month of January almost behind us, we were at least able to enjoy this month in a quiet unassuming way and we both enjoyed it immensely. Only a few appointments here and there we were able to get through the month without any surprises, which is just how we like to live our lives. May the rest of the year be the same.