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Me?  On steroids?

Never in a million years would I have believed it, until last week when my doctor advised me he was placing me on some for a week.

This all evolved after I finished the massive job of re-painting the deck.  I felt fine, no problem.  Two weeks after the last strokes were taken, my back began to hurt.  It continued for a week until I finally decided I had better see a doctor, maybe I had wrenched it with all the bending, or, horrors of horrors, maybe I had a tumor!  All these thoughts kept me sleepless until I saw him two days later.

First thing he asked me was “What have you been doing?”  After relating my story, he stated he suspected I had been up to something which was uncommon to me.   All the bending and twisting had put too much strain on my latent-loaded back; so he prescribed muscle relaxants and a pain killer, with a cortisone shot as dessert.  They worked well, the pain went away, and I was happy.

This lasted two weeks, then all of a sudden, I found that I could not walk without  pain in my right leg and hip.  I tried the magic muscle relaxants, but they refused to help.  Since the long Labor Day Holiday was approaching, I called the doctor on Friday, and he ordered the steroids for me.  My first thought was, will I get real big muscles on my arms, will my legs expand to where I can not wear long pants, will I get dependent on them?  Thinking of all the athletes and their problems with steroids did not give me a big feeling of confidence.  They were only prescribed for six days, so that wasn’t too bad.

Tomorrow will be the last day; they have to be taken on diminishing amounts.  They have helped considerably, the only complaint I had is that I couldn’t do anything.  The leg pain was so bad, even the lightest of tasks seemed to be too much; me, who could go all day without stopping, was now a very close friend of the couch.

My pooch was quite upset with me, I could no longer take him on our daily walks.  He did his best to remind me of them, jumping up and down , running to his leash, sitting and begging, all to no avail.

I have read three books, dozens of  magazines, watched television, and pouted.  I also played countless games of Scrabble against my computer.  It beat me several times , using words I had never heard of  until I got smart and discovered the “hint” column.  This gave me access to its built in dictionary, and I finally was able to get even.  Is this considered cheating?  Not in my present state of mind.

I also visited the local casinos, where I could sit and get some entertainment.

Today I thought I would write on my blog, not only to keep in touch, but to keep from going crazy.

Monday I had X rays taken, and the wonderful doctor who runs that department at our local hospital, and who was my hubby’s radiologist, gave me the results.  He came to me, smiled, and said he had bad news.  He told me I was getting old.  I told him I had some suspicions, and he had just confirmed them.

For starters, the beginning of arthritis in my hip, mal-alignment of the spinal column, wearing of the “cushions” between the spinal cords, etc.  I was just happy that I did not have a tumor, or some horrible disease.  Old age I can take.

Some therapy and mild prescriptions are on the way.  I can happily say that I felt good enough today to start shampooing the rugs.

Well, I can’t spend all day on the couch, or at the casino.  One wears away my bottom, and the other my pocket book.

Hasta la vista

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A man’s feet should be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world”–George Santayana

The above chord struck a note within me, it was resonant because several years ago legislation was passed by our neighboring country of Mexico that allows citizens born there to have dual citizenship.

While I was not born in Mexico, my grandparents were.  They left to find a better life in this country.  I have no desire to have any other citizenship than that of the USA.

My grandparents, if alive, would heartily agree.  They left all that was familiar to them to establish themselves in a foreign land.  Everything was strange to them–language, customs, etc.  They foresaw that their children and grandchildren would have better lives in this land of opportunity.  Not a day goes by that in my heart I thank them.

I have no quarrel with those few individuals who have chosen to accept the offer and have that dual citizenship.  We are a nation of immigrants, and unless you are Native Americans, your forefathers came from somewhere else.  Then, why the intolerance of one race against another?

Children are born without prejudice, it “Must be Carefully Taught”, as a song from the musical “South Pacific” states.  They learn it at home, through the behavior, actions, and words of their parents.  What a heavy burden to carry, to look in the mirror and face yourself, knowing you have fed into the minds of your innocent children, hatred and bigotry.

I love the United States, complete with all its faults.  I can think of no other country where I would care to live.  I always get chills when I hear the “Star Spangled Banner”, and tears in my eyes when “America the Beautiful” is sung.

My husband and I traveled to many foreign lands, and enjoyed every minute of it.  We explored the different cultures, tasted a variety of food, tried communicating in different languages, joined in their celebrations and commiserated in their anguishes.  We respected their customs and their laws.

There is no greater feeling than that of returning to your own soil. A cloak of peace descends upon re-entering our country.

Yes, there are prejudiced people who resent the fact that we speak Spanish; but there are also those who admire and even envy our ability to do so.

Yes, there are people, who in fits of anger over dozens of undefined reasons, will tell us to “Go back where you came from”.

I can proudly answer, I am where I came from; I am home.

Hasta La Vista.

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Well, here I am again, back home after spending several weeks traveling between children, sisters, and family.  My trip back was highly anticipated and dreaded at the same time; anticipated because, as the saying goes, “There’s no place like home”.  Unlike Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, I could not just click my heels, and be back home where everything would be the same.  I came back to the same empty house.

However, this time, I had plans to keep myself busy.  The yard work was waiting, the scrapbook was just begun, and I still had to go through files and files of paperwork, deciding what was to be kept and what was to be shredded.  I had returned with dozens of books to read, letters to write, and bills to pay.  The semblance of an average day was almost upon me.

Not having a job to go to, after years of working, I could easily get up late every morning, but I find myself not able to sleep after 6:00 A. M.  My constant companion, a mutt named Chico, who is part Boston Terrier and something else, is up at that time and ready to start the day.  He takes it upon himself to chase away all intruders in our yard, be it cats, birds, and even deer.

One meeting of a large stag and my pooch took place not too long ago.  I had let him out the door without first checking to see what he would be chasing.  He took off like a wild beast, barking his head off, only to encounter a huge mammoth with horns.  He quickly retreated to the safety of the house and continued to bark from the front window.  Situations such as these make me laugh, and I forget my loneliness for a while.

With summer upon us, the woods are lovely, and old Mother Nature has awakened from her long winter’s sleep.  The blue jays have returned, looking for the peanuts which I set out for them; soon the hummingbirds will make their appearance.  The bears are also awake now, but I have not seen any of them.  The bear locks which were installed in our dumpster keeps them at bay.

I am grateful for those locks, remembering several years ago when we returned home to find a large bear sitting in our driveway, eating his meal from our dumpster-cafeteria.  We honked, blinked the lights, and made all sorts of noises.  He looked at us, ignored us, and went on eating.  After ten or fifteen minutes of this stand-off, we gave up and decided to quietly exit the car and go into our house.

He was still there when we went to bed.   To the victor belong the spoils.

Until next time, Hasta la vista.

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Welcome to my blog.  I am Alicia R. Lopez of Ruidoso, New Mexico.

I,  for many years, wrote a weekly column for the El Paso Times.  To all my readers and friends;  I’ve missed you.  Due to many circumstances, which I will not state, my column no longer appears in the newspaper, so I have taken this 21st century way of contacting all those who enjoyed my column, and even those who did not; and I did hear from you!

I hope to write interesting things about current events, musings from my active mind, whimsical remembrances of my past, and even my hopes for the future.  I hope you stay with me, and I want to hear from all of you, friends and foes alike.  Please don’t disappoint me.

“Hasta la Vista”.

Alicia