It’s been another good recovery day, and I’m feeling better than I have in a very long time.
It does mean keeping to restrictions is not easy! Still, I did manage to get a few useful things done. I’ve been able to make my own meals, even if it’s just reheating leftovers or making a sandwich, though I’m not supposed to lift pans or do dishes. Last this afternoon, my daughter got my walker outside for me and walked around the yard with me. We checked on the sunflowers and found the birds have been eating the Black Russian seeds, so she cut what seed heads there were that looked like they had salvageable seeds. The seeds in the Mammoth sunflowers are still blooming and quite white. With the temperatures we’re expected to have for the next while, they might actually have time to mature!
I collected what seeds I could from the Black Russian seed heads, and they are now set aside to cure. My younger daughter, meanwhile, stayed outside to prepare the bed the garlic will be planted in, incorporating the compost my brother brought for us. The garlic bulbs won’t be broken up into cloves until just before planting, and that will be done tomorrow. While walking around, I showed my daughter how to collect the marigold seeds, which are not as obviously visible as one might expect. She’s planning to find places to scatter them, to hopefully germinate in the spring.
Speaking of which…
There are a surprising number of things that we can plant in the fall. We won’t be able to do very much of it this fall, as we probably won’t be able to even finish cleaning up most of the beds before the ground freezes, never mind plant anything besides the garlic.
All in all, it’s been a quiet and calm day. Including for this sweet boy.
I suspect I will not be getting my leaning sheep back. Ever. It’s turned out to be a perfect cat bed. 😄
Meanwhile, I’ve found that I have not needed to take the anti-inflammatories I was prescribed, at all. I’m still taking the T3s at more or less scheduled times, though 3 times a day rather than 4, and am honestly wondering if I need to take them at all. I did start taking them for my osteoarthritis, and even that has been doing better of late.
I’ve tried to get a good look at my abdomen in the mirror. With five gauzed and taped incision sites, I’m not exactly getting a good view. I have always carried my weight front to back, rather than side to side – the sort of shape that has had people mistake me for being pregnant in the past. To do the surgery, they had to inflate my abdomen. Which means my belly is looking very deflated right now! Interestingly, it looks to have a different shape now, and there even seems to be a sort of hollowed out area on my right side. Not at all where I might have expected to see some changes, if any, after a full hysterectomy. Of course, everything is going to keep looking different as things heal up over the next few weeks. For now, though, I’ve got me a very wrinkly, deflated looking, floppy belly, with patches of gauze and medical tape scattered around it.
It’s a good thing I have absolutely 0 sense of vanity when it comes to my body, because it’s looking a hot mess right now. 😄
When I had a laparoscopy done, some 15 or so years ago, the thing that surprised me most was how it basically wiped me out for a month. I felt so weak for so long, and completely drained.
Now?
I feel none of that. If anything, I’m feeling downright energetic! The fact that residual pain from the areas they worked in has reduced so much, so quickly, certainly helps. Basic biological functions that were painful yesterday are pretty much pain free now. I still have to watch myself, of course, but I’m really amazed by how quickly the pains are passing.
I will continue to sleep on the couch in the living room for some time, though. Which means that cats have my king size bed to themselves. You’d think they’d be happy with that, but it hasn’t stopped them from trying to tear down the door into the living room. This set up was made to be temporary and easy to remove. It’s basically just famed chicken wire, with a hook and eyelet on either side of the door to keep it closed. Last night, several different cats decided they absolutely needed to get through that door, because I was there, grabbing at the chicken wire with their claws and trying to pull it open.
My older daughter stayed up almost all night, so that she would be available in case I needed help, and she ended up luring the cats away with wet cat food, after which they finally stopped trying to tear down the door. Mostly. I did actually get some sleep, and found getting in and out of the low couch much easier than I feared. I’d still like to raise it up by about 4 or 5 inches but, for now, it is working. My daughters set up my walker near the couch so I could use it to help get myself up and down, and that worked out very well. By morning, though, I found I didn’t even need to use it.
My brother and his wife did end up coming over for a few hours today, making sure to let us know we didn’t need to even come out to greet them. They had some winterizing to do, and very little time to do it. My daughter did head out to return their container from the lovely turkey soup my SIL had sent home with us, though.
I spent much of my day in the cat free zone. Got some crochet done until I found myself being blinded by the morning sun once it cleared the spruce trees. My husband and daughters made sure I got my high protein meals and plenty of hot tea.
Temperature wise, today was a lovely day, but we had high winds again. In the late afternoon, the girls helped get my walker outside so I could do some walking around, and we were seriously buffeted. We found a lovely surprise on our compost ring; my brother had left a bag of their compost for us. I had been perplexed by this, when he brought us several buckets of compost in the spring but, while staying overnight and their place, they showed me their electric compost machine. I’d never heard of such a thing before, though I’ve seen other types of countertop composters. This thing cooks down the kitchen waste and the end result is a compost that looks a lot like course coffee grounds. I was very happy to see more of it.
When I first started walking around the yard, I checked out the vines on the chain link fence. I’d picked the tiny yellow winter squash a while ago, but those were easy to reach under the frost cloth I’d draped over them. I remembered the green one from nearer the middle of the fence. The wind had torn most of the frost cloth loose, so I could reach around and finally found it. As we walked around the main garden area, I ended up picking the muskmelons that were under the plastic all this time.
In among the frost killed bush beans, fresh onions are growing! I’d harvested the onions from there, but obviously missed a few. These are quite small, so it’s possible they are transplants that simply didn’t grow until the bush beans died back.
While walking around, the girls and I talked about where we could plant more of the little haskaps, and the various things that need to be taken down and put away for the winter. There’s no way we’ll be able to get all the beds cleaned up and prepped before winter. As long as we get one done, planted with garlic and mulched, I’ll be happy. The next while should have good daytime temperatures, so my daughters will be able to harvest the last of the carrots, beets, parsnips and the rest of the chicory root, little by little. That has priority over clearing beds for next year. They are also wanting to get as many more of those smaller pots of haskap as possible planted, too. Looking at the long range forecast, it doesn’t look like the ground will actually freeze until about mid-November. That is unsure, of course, since the forecast that far ahead is based entirely on averages, and this winter is not supposed to be average with that Super El Nińo. It’s entirely possible the ground won’t freeze until some time in December.
I’m rather okay with that.
The hardest thing for me right now is to not go out there and try to do stuff, because I’m feeling way too good and way too energetic!
Last night was a strange one. I kept getting nurses coming by, asking if I was ready to go home, pretty much until shift change. I was quite a mess, apparently. I took a selfie after my brother came and left with my daughter, sent it to my family, and even I could see how absolutely grey I was. They were still asking me about going home, though!
Pain levels were pretty much non-existent, unless I tried to move. I had to get help in and out of bed just to go to the washroom. Mostly lifting my legs for me, so that I didn’t strain my abdominal muscles in any way. The big concern is that I might tear an internal stitch.
Then there was my neighbour…
This ward has three recovery beds with just curtains for privacy, plus a bed in an isolation room. I was in the middle of the three curtained beds, and there was one other person who had the same surgery as I did. I know this because I could hear EVERYTHING. Surgical details. Discharge information. Who her transportation was. Several of her phone calls to that person. Then, hearing her throwing up in the bathroom, repeatedly.
She was still discharged, though they did ask if she wanted to stay overnight and she said no. That left me as the only patient on the ward.
Once she was gone, some people came to clear the space, take the sheets, sanitize the mattress, get the space ready for the next person…
Except it was done in small stages. I heard them banging around, then they’d be gone and I thought they were done, until someone else came over. More banging and crashing, then I thought they were done. Then someone ELSE came over, more banging and crashing, and finally they were done. At one point, I heard a woman start banging around, then another joined her and started talking about her… female problems, shall we say. I thought she was another patient at first, because of what she was talking about, only to find she out was staff. I could tell when she started using voice commands to use her phone to call the housekeeping department to come and finish the room.
Then the night nurse came and introduced herself and to do my vitals. She started to adjust the bed for me, then said I could do it myself, and tried to find the control pad. She eventually found it dangling near the floor. It’s supposed to clip into the arm bar, and she did try to put it in place, but it wouldn’t stay. So she left it on the bed beside me.
I was getting regular painkillers, regular vital checks then, at one point, she came with an anti-inflammatory pill, plus an anti-coagulant injection. No one told me I’d be getting these, so I had to ask her about it.
Eventually, things quieted down. I was able to get the bed completely flat (which took a surprising amount of fiddling) and could lie on my side and sleep. A couple of times, I had to call someone to help me get in and out of bed to use the washroom.
Then… something changed.
In the wee hours of the morning, I was able to get in and out of bed on my own, with no issues. Before getting back into bed, I walked back and forth in the hall, with no problems. I kept walking until I felt I was starting to risk overdoing it before going back to bed.
Even with the interruptions for more painkillers and vitals being checked, I actually got some real sleep.
Then breakfast showed up. Scrambled eggs, a hashbrown pattie, a bowl of oatmeal, fresh sliced apple, milk and coffee. It wasn’t as good as supper was, but I couldn’t complain about it, either.
I drank the coffee.
I was reminded why I don’t normally drink coffee. 😄
I was happy to see the doctor come in during one of my vitals checks. We talked for a while, as I really wanted to know what was going on with the scarring they found, because it couldn’t be from my appendectomy, when I was 12. He said, yes it could. I told him about the cyst I had removed. He asked which side it was on, and I told him they thought it was attached to my left ovary. The scarring was all on my right. Things were stuck to my right ovary. I told him, I had pictures of my cyst (taken after I was inflated, but before it was removed, so you could see quite a lot) and there were no scars. Plus, the pains didn’t start until about 6 months ago.
In the end, we have no idea what happened. He mentioned a few possible causes such as infections and such, but I’ve never had anything like that, that I know of.
They took out scar tissue and some lining I can’t remember the name of which, hopefully, will mean no more pains. It was too dangerous to take out any lymph notes but, by observation, they looked fine. So did my uterus – from the outside. The cancer was all on the inside.
I told the doctor how I was feeling, with some before and after comparisons. When I mentioned that I was able to walk until I finally stopped myself so I wouldn’t over do it, his response was, “there’s no overdoing it.”
…
I wasn’t going to say anything, but I’m notorious for overdoing things. When talking to my daughter about this later, she just laughed and said that he obviously didn’t know me, because I overdo things all the time! 😄
I got instructions in regards to the five incisions around my abdomen that the robot used to do the hysterectomy. What everyone kept forgetting about was my left arm. Before I was put under, I was told they’d be inserting a line there and told me what it was, but I have no memory of the name. When I woke in recovery, it was pointed out to me and I was told it was an arterial line, so I needed to be extra careful with it.
After the visit with the doctor and the nurse finished doing my vitals, I saw the ball of gauze under tape and asked what sort of care it needed. The nurse wasn’t sure, but said she would find out, then left.
She never came back.
Later, a nurse and student nurse came by to do my final checks and final explanation of things. I got my new prescriptions and an explanation of each one. It included Tylenol, but I’m already on T3s, so I didn’t need to fill those. It was mostly the student nurse doing everything, and she also removed my IV port. I asked about my left arm and she wasn’t sure, so she said she would ask and come back with an answer. They came back to reinforce one of my incisions and I asked again. She had forgotten to find out, apologized and said she would ask and come back.
She never came back.
I was all done by then and could get dressed and leave. I kept my daughter in the loop, since she and my brother were coming to get me. At first, I said I could meet them at the doors, but I was waiting for the student nurse to come back.
I ended up meeting my daughter at the registration desk for the ward, then we headed out.
It was a relatively quite drive to my brother’s and we didn’t stay long. With a long drive ahead, we made sure to use the washroom (the hospital really REALLY wanted me to poop!) and say proper thank you’s and good byes.
Since we had new prescriptions, our first stop was the pharmacy in town. Which meant my daughter could find out about her prescription that didn’t get delivered on Thursday, at the same time. As I reached out with my left arm while talking to the person about getting my new prescriptions, I saw my left arm.
The skin under the clear tape covering the gauze was bright red, with what looked like a red streak heading past the tape, towards my elbow. It was not red like that when I washed my hands at my brother’s, so this happened during the drive. It was also warm under the tape, but not on the skin around it, though that warmth did go away. Meanwhile, because part of the tape was over my wrist, every time I moved my hand, the tape there would twist and roll and was starting to come loose as far as the gauze. There was also a visible bruise under the gauze that looked darker.
The women I was taking to could see it, too, and asked if I wanted the pharmacist to take a look. I said yes, please!
By this time, my daughter had picked up her own prescription and we sat to wait the 20 minutes or so for my prescriptions. The pharmacist came by to take a look, and she seemed concerned. It could be an allergic reaction to the tape (I’ve never reacted to medical tape before, and it wasn’t on any of my abdominal incisions), or it could be the start of an infection. She recommended I go to the hospital to get it checked.
Better safe than sorry with something like this!
So we waited until I got my meds, which turned out to be completely covered. I got an anti-inflammatory, and something to protect my stomach from it. Not the same ones I took before that seems to have started all this. I was also given a non-prescription laxative, because these meds can cause constipation; so can the T3s I’m taking. They REALLY want me to poop!
That done, we paid for our stuff then headed for the ER.
I’m pretty sure the admissions clerk recognized us.
I showed her the redness and said I needed it checked, and that I’d just had surgery yesterday. As she asked more questions, I told her I’d had a full hysterectomy.
She looked at me in shock, saying “and you’re out already??” I told her, they wanted to send me home yesterday! She just shook her head in amazement.
Then, while the paperwork was still being done (and she cut off the city hospital bracelet to put on a new bracelet for this hospital), a nurse came by to see who was next to be brought in, and she was told about my arm. She took a look, we talked for a bit, and she ended up taking a picture to show the doctor. She was back before the paperwork was done, saying the doctor thought it might be an allergic reaction, but she would take a closer look when it was my turn.
We didn’t have very long to wait.
It was the same doctor I saw the other two times I was at the ER!
She remembered us.
I ended up telling her about the hysterectomy, the endometrial cancer, and the scarring they found, which would explain the pain she’s treated me twice before. The nurse was there was well, and both of them were looking at me, saying “I can’t believe you’re out already!”
After looking at my arm, she told me she’d have to take the tape off, and I said that I expected it. Between the redness and the bruising, I expected at least a big dark bruise under the gauze.
It’s hard to see in the first image above, but under the tape was quite red, and there’s a swoosh of red on the elbow side. There was some concern about removing the tape and gauze from an arterial line, but when they took everything off, it all looked really good! You can see that in the next image. The bruising turned out to only follow a vein. The site itself just looks like a little vampire bit, and was completely clean and clear.
Since I had no reaction to any other tape on me, their best guess was that I was reacting to whatever was used to sanitize the area before the line was put in. The nurse said a name, but I can’t remember what it was.
It looked so good, they saw no need to do anything to it. I just got a button bandage to cover the two little pokes.
Then I suggested, maybe my IV site needed to be done, too. The student nurse had a hard time with it, and the gauze under the tape (not a waterproof tape, like on my left arm) was saturated with blood that had already dried hard. They took the tape off and…
It looked fine. I just got another button bandage on it, just in case.
They were quite happy with how it all turned out.
I got instructions on what to look out for, and what to do if the redness got worse instead of better, and then we could go. My daughter went to bring the truck around while I updated the family. I was just heading out the doors when the nurse and doctor came back and caught me. The doctor wanted to give me a tube of allergy cream to use on my arm, if the redness got worse, so we wouldn’t have to go back to the pharmacy.
That was so sweet of her!
After that, we could FINALLY go home!
Through all this, I was doing really well. Obviously, there’s internal pain, which is a bit more extended because of all the scar tissue they had to deal with. It means having a full bladder hurts, having gas hurts, and eliminating hurts. Moving around, shifting, bumps on the road, all can hurt, but the pain is limited to just the surgical areas. I’m not feeling other pain. I’m not feeling sick or dizzy. All the long list of things to watch out for has not been an issue. Just localized pain directly related to the surgery.
I kept hearing from the family, how much better I was looking, too! I’m no longer grey, for starters.
Which means I’m going to really have to watch out. I feel “too” good, and it would be way too easy for me to … well… overdo things, regardless of what the doctor says!
I will have to sleep on the couch, though. In the cat free zone. The cats have a habit of parkouring off my belly at times, and I certainly can’t have that happen!! I’m not sure how well that will work, as the couch is quite low and hard to get up from. Not much choice in the matter!
So we are now home and I am in my 6 week recovery period. I’ll be getting a letter in the mail with my 4 week follow up appointment with the doctor. He’ll have the pathology results by then, which will tell him what stage the cancer was at. Once we have that information, we can know what needs to be done next, if anything, other than monitoring.
I’m also banned from driving for the next 2-3 weeks. No to using power tools or machinery. No to making any legal decisions. No to lifting anything more than 10 pounds.
Which means I’m going to have to get a lot of stuff done through my daughters. Normally, I focus on the outside stuff, they focus more on the inside stuff. Now, I can’t do any of it. So my daughters are going to do all the winterizing and finishing off with the garden, cleaning up and preparing beds and putting things away for the winter.
With all the haskaps we’ve got planted, my daughter and I have decided we should plant flower seeds in the loose soil around them now, so they’ll come up in the spring. My daughter also wants to plant a few more of the haskaps that are left in the little pots. We’ve got some warmer days for the next while, so it’ll be perfect for that.
Which reminds me. A few days ago, my SIL sent me a screen cap of a “this many years ago today” photo that showed up for her on Oct. 13. It was of my late father, sitting in his walker by the house, in the area in front of the old basement window. All around him was bright green grass. The picture was taken on Oct. 13, 2014. The last time we saw my father was a Thanksgiving road trip in 2015, another mild fall. We’re having another mild fall now. Talking to my brother on Thursday evening, he well remembers years when we had to make our Halloween costumes over snow suits, and my parents driving us in blizzards to houses to shout, “Halloween Apples” (we didn’t shout “trick or treat”, because that was mean).
I’m quite appreciating our mild weather, and we are expecting a mild winter, too, thanks to that Super El Nińo. Here’s hoping!
A mild winter will also make it easier on all of us, health wise, too.
It was actually pretty good. Chicken Alfredo fusili with cubed squash. Cappuccino cake. Tea, and milk.
I drank the milk, even though I dislike milk as a beverage.
Things were good when I woke this morning. Then, maybe half an hour before we left, pain levels started to increase. They got worse during the drive in.
We arrived about an hour early. I got checked in right away.
Pain levels increased. Eventually, I could not longer sit and tried walking around the waiting room with my walker, when is when someone came for me.
The woman who came to get me took one look at my face and started asking about my pain levels.
I got in and gowned up and, once settled in the gurney with the heated blanket across my abdomen, my daughter was able to come join me.
Pain levels increased.
The attending nurse called the anesthesiologist and got the okay to give me T3s, since that’s what I’ve been taking lately.
Pain levels increased, and my face must have been something, because the nurse came back and looked very alarmed. She asked me what I would rate the pain levels from 1 – 10. I told her, if I were home, I’d be considering going to the ER.
She started to ask if I wanted stronger painkillers, then cut herself off and saud, she would get something for me. Not long after, we heard her telling someone, I need hydromorphone. Now.
I got it through the IV. Oh, what a difference thar made!!
While going over all the pre-op stuff, the nurse started saying I would likely be staying overnight. My daughter messaged my brother to make sure that was okay, and she could crash at their place, one more night.
They were pretty much expecting that, wondering why anyone was saying day surgery, to begin with.
After a while, the surgical team came over and introductions ensued. Then the surgeon told me, the full hysterectomy might not stop the pain.
Talking to my daughter later, she said the doctor looked both alarmed and confused.
He explained that endometrial cancer does not hurt. It can’t. If something else is causing the pain, removing the parts and pieces night not stop it. That’s when he started saying I would probably be staying overnight.
More questions and I explained the pain is specifically around the uterus and ovaries.
That was part of the confusion. There should be no pain from this type of cancer.
I was soon moved to the other hospital, using the overpass across the street, because the other hospital is where the robot is. I woke up back at the Women’s hospital, in recovery.
Turns out, I had issues.
They had to remove unexpected tissue, but could not remove any lymph nodes.
They found a lot of scar tissue. Things were stuck to each other. which would explain the pain! They thought it might be from my appendectomy. Which happened when I was 12, so that makes no sense.
I didn’t think of it to bring it up at the time, but when I had laporoscopic surgery to remove a large cyst, more than a decade ago, there was no scar tissue.
So this happened since then. However, I had no pains like this until a few months ago.
Very strange
So I am still in the recovery area. I had forgotten my phone, and my brother came over to drop it off, then he and my daughter left very quickly, as my SIL was waiting with the car in the drop off zone.
My daughter was with me in recovery for quite some time, and was there when a food tray suddenly appeared. No one had said anything about my being able to eat though by then, I was quite famished.
Since then, my vitals are regularly being tested – and the different nurses keep asking about my going home for the night. With the last one, I told her, my ride just left. At this point in the say, they should no longer be asking. I can hear the woman in recovery on the other side of the curtain. She had the same surgery as me.
They are discharging her tonight.
!!!
There is lots more, of course, but that’s enough for now. I’m going to have to page a nurse, anyhow. I need help getting out of bed, just yo use the washroom.
I’m no longer on IV or oxygen now. I cant use my IV dancing partner to keep from falling, but I do have my walker. When I got help earlier, I asked for the nurses arm, and ended up trying very hard not to lean on her. She was just a tiny little bird. No way she could support me if I fell!
Well, I just my last vitals done for the next while. Next painkillers at midnight, so I can get a nap in.
I got assistance to use the washroom, then tried to do the walking I’m supposed to do. Started feeling nauseous before I reached 30 feet. The nurse walking with me got me back to the bed, but had to get someone ekse to help me actually get in.
Much of the day was spent getting as many little things done before heading out. Things I won’t be able to do for weeks, after the surgery.
Of course, that meant the phone kept ringing. The pharmacy. Home care with their annual call to my husband. My mother.
That one got weird.
The prescription delivery arrived, but it wasn’t until we were on the road that we realized my daughter’s meds were not included. Which means the pharmacy didnt hear back from her doctor with an extension for her refills. Not good, considering she was already out.
We left a bit earlier than I originally planned on, because the weather was getting unpleasant. I’m glad we did, as the weather meant it started getting dark earlier. We did make one stop along the way to fill the tank again. It wasn’t down much, but the town on the highway we took was still at a lower price than we’ve seen everywhere but Costco. We went in to get drinks, too, and ended up getting chicken skewers to have on the road as my high protein supper. I find the skewers dry, but they are something I can eat while driving, and my daughter loves them.
We got yo my brother’s in good time, and have had a wonderful evening, talking. I learned all sorts of things from my brother that I was too young to remember, and some from before I was born.
We have all started settling in for the night, as I write this. My fast officially starts at midnight, and I made sure to bring meat snacks that I can have until then, so I don’t find myself famished in the wee hours. Hopefully, I will actually sleep. Knowing I have an early timeline for the morning usually means I end up awake all night. 😆 We shall see.
I am so looking forward to tomorrow and getting this over and done with!
Less than 12 hours before I am to check in for surgery.
The counter down has gone from days, to mere hours.
It was a chilly, rainy day today, but I’m good with that. We could be having a snow storm, as we’ve had in the past since moving here!
Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian readers, and Happy Columbus Day to my readers from the US!
My older daughter ended up doing all of the meal today, starting with a well seasoned pork roast, done low and slow. After that had been in the oven for a couple of hours, she seasoned carrots and parsnips that her sister and I harvested yesterday, and set them into the oven to roast near the meat for the last hour. Once that was pretty much done, she cooked the pasta her sister chose yesterday. She ended up combining a package of ravioli and a package of tortellini together. I hadn’t even noticed that her sister had picked a tortellini. 😄 Then we had the lemon curd pie for desert. It was all very delicious.
My contribution was doing dishes, when I was able to. I didn’t sleep last night. Initially, it was because pain levels started increasing just as I was getting ready for bed. That kept getting worse before finally fading away after several hours. By the time it did, I just couldn’t sleep. It didn’t help that I kept hearing cats doing things they shouldn’t, when they weren’t suddenly all over me any time I tried to roll over, suddenly wanting all of the attention while somehow managing to step on various sensitive spots in the process!
Since I was awake anyhow, I got up to do the morning cat feeding, thinking I might be able to fall asleep after getting some fresh air and exercise.
Fresh air and exercise didn’t happen. It was raining too much.
I did, however, count either 14 or 15 cats this morning.
In the tray on the right is, I think, Mochrie, sharing the tray with Midnight and Sweetie. In the top metal tray is Gouda, Fluffy, Fancy Pants and a short haired tabby that I think the girls have named, but I can’t remember.
In the bottom tray is Colby – and no, we have not been able to get him to treat his ears- next to Lady Grey, Stinky? Or Colin. Then there is the Shrine Lady, who was incredibly nervous around me. I did get to touch her, but she was not happy about it.
At outside feeding stations, Pinky was at her favorite bowl in the isolation shelter. I spotted Sprout (who I still think is actually Sprig, but she doesn’t stay still long enough for me to be sure). There was also another white and grey – when I don’t get to see them long enough, or they move around so much, I can’t tell which is Stinky, Colin or Mochrie, even though they do actually look quite different from each other. I may have seen another grey tabby that was probably Bobert. That’s when I counted 15, but when I tried counting again, I kept getting only 14.
I did try to go back to bed after doing the morning cat feeding, but it just did not happen. Mostly because of cats. My daughter came in one time and counted 5 on me at the same time. Including Butterscotch leaning most of her body onto my face. I admit, I’m a sucker for Butterscotch, since she it one of the two remaining cats my late father cared for, and it took so long to finally get her to accept the indoor life.
I ended up doing the evening outside cat feeding, too. The rain was much less, so I stayed out to do a few things, like bring some stuff under the canopy tent back into the cat side of the sun room. I still haven’t figure out the best way to set up the heat lamps. In the past, I had an old closet door set across the room, over the food trays, and could attach the clamp lamps to that. That was when I had two matching shelves on opposite sides of the room. With the wire cube shelf set up the way it is now, none of the heights match. I might try using one of the saw horses, but I’d have to secure them to something so the cats don’t accidentally knock it over. I want the lamps set up in the space over where the food trays are, while also not being in the way of putting food into the trays. The heat shields on the lamps get quite hot and I’ve burned the sleeve of my winter coat on them a few times, while reaching to drop some kibble onto a tray.
I also remembered we hadn’t put away all of the garden tools, and they were being rained on, so I took care of that. My younger daughter plans to clean and oil them for the winter, later on.
Once of the things I did before heading to bed last night was go over the package I got from the cancer clinic. There were some things that didn’t match what I was told in person. Turns out that, in my case, I should NOT be eating high carb meals before I start fasting. I should be low carb. When it comes to fluids during the fast, I was told plain coffee, tea, water and apple juice. The package says I can also have clear broth and cranberry juice.
I’m also supposed to bring a couple of packages of gum. It says to chew a stick of gum for 5 minutes, before or after a meal, three times a day. It’s supposed to prevent gas.
My physical restrictions after the surgery include no driving for about 2-4 weeks. No using power tools or machinery. No lifting anything heavier than 10 pounds.
That’s going to drive me nuts!
I am, however, supposed to walk every day and, when I eat, I am to eat while sitting up in a chair, even if eating only a small amount. No breakfast in bed for me! 😄
So I’ve been sort of trying to do as much as possible now, before the restrictions kick in. That will include a trip to Costco tomorrow. Finally. The day after is supposed to be warmer with no rain, so it will be a good time to finally clean the other half of the sun room. Plus, we need to get the garlic in, and we don’t even have a bed ready for that yet. Something my younger daughter is planning to do for me, if we can manage a good weather day and be home at the same time!
While the rain may not be particularly pleasant, I am thankful for it. The haskaps will do better for it, and it’s much preferable to snow!
All in all, I’d say it’s been a very good Thanksgiving Day.
Today would have been a good one to get some things done outside. Not to hot, not too cold.
It didn’t happen, of course.
I’ve caught my daughters’ colds.
*sigh*
Well, if I’m going to be sick with a cold, better for it to be now, with time enough to get over it before surgery.
My daughters are both quite sick and trying to stay away from me and my husband as much as possible, though I suppose it’s a bit late to worry about me catching it. Yesterday, my younger daughter was especially ill, but is doing better today. Hopefully, she will be feeling better tomorrow, and I won’t be feeling worse, because we really need to do that Costco shop that’s been delayed over and over!
I did manage to accomplish one thing, though. I’ve worked out the transportation issues for my surgery. Instead of us being on the road by 7am, trying to find parking and so on, we will instead go to my brother’s on Thursday to spend the night. My SIL will drop us off in the morning, then come back to get us whenever it’s all done. Then my daughter will drive us home from their place.
Have I mentioned I have the best SIL? I usually say that about my brother, but it absolutely applies to my SIL, too!
Meanwhile, I’ve been spending much of the day drinking hot tea with lots of lemon, or soup stock, plus some Nyquil a couple of times. As has become pretty the usual pattern, the pain levels started kicking in in the late morning, and I ended up painkillered up and in bed for most of the afternoon before it just faded away again.
I did try to at least do some crafting this afternoon. Finished off the beaded garland I was crocheting around but had made a mistake on before. I had worked on it for a while before realizing the shells I was crocheting today looked quite different from the ones I’d been doing before. Turns out I’d completely forgotten how I’d worked the previous shells, with plans to work another row before I found the mistake that was too far back to be worth fixing. The new shells I was doing looked better, so I just kept it. It’s not like this garland is going to be used by anyone but us. It’s now officially finished, flawed as it it. Then I worked on another work in progress. It was just single crochet being worked to make a solid triangle, and it took me a while to remember what I was making it for. The fact that I was falling asleep while stitching didn’t help my memory any!
Which has become the biggest obstacle to my taking advantage of my forced down time to work on crafts I’ve had to set aside, some for years. I’m falling asleep as I try to do anything.
Ah, well. After the surgery, during my recovery period, that should no longer be as much of an issue, and I hope to be able to do more crafting. Things to keep me busy while on forced mobility restrictions, so I don’t go stir crazy!
At this time next week, the surgery should be done, and I should be on my way home.
If all goes well. Must always have a back up plan, just in case!
Today turned out to be a rather nice day, that none of us really got to take advantage of.
I found myself awake at 4am and wasn’t able to get back to sleep, so I did the morning cat feeding. Which turned out to be greatly appreciated, as both my daughters were feeling quite sick with colds.
They stayed well away from my and my husband!
I did wake with a sore throat, which could also have been from sleeping with my mouth open, but I’m going to be proactive to try and avoid getting a cold. The last thing I need is for the cancer clinic to call me with a date and time for my surgery, then having to cancel it because of a cold!
The outside cats were quite happy this morning, as I made their cat soup with a couple of little cans of donated wet cat food as well as some cat milk and soaked kibble. We have so many bags of donated cat treats, I ended up scatting three (small) bags of treats all over.
I only saw 11 cats. I did not see Sprout (Sprig?) at all. Hopefully, she came by later. I did get to pet the shrine kitten, though, who no longer eats at the shrine feeding station at all anymore. There is a particular tray she prefers to eat from. The problem with that, though, is that there’s usually four other older cats insisting on eating from that tray, too, even though there are so many others around, scarfing down the food, and she doesn’t get as much. She doesn’t seem to want to eat out of any of the other trays for some reason.
After taking care of the kitties, I stayed out to enjoy the morning and do some light work in the old kitchen garden. I uncovered the self seeded Chocolate Cherry tomatoes and had a chance to give them a good look.
Hidden in the thickest greenery, there are tomatoes ripening on the vine!
The frost cloth isn’t long enough to completely cover one end, so the branches there were more frost damaged. I broke off the most damage branches, and found a number of little green tomatoes that had fallen off. So I picked them, which you can see in the second image, and brought them inside to ripen. Between the frost cloth and the more sheltered position in this bed, these tomato plants are protected enough from the colder nights that they’re not being killed off. I’m quite impressed!
After that, I finally removed the cover over the beets and parsnips, and the herb bed. The herb bed was more difficult to remove, as the oregano on one side had grown through the chicken wire quite thickly. I managed to get it off without uprooting anything.
Then I started working on the summer squash, removing all the wire garden ties securing the stalks to their vertical bamboo stake supports, then the ones holding the ends of the woven horizontal supports together, before finally pulling them all up. I was able to make a couple of bundles of 10 stakes all the same length, with the garden wire to secure them. Then I did my usual morning rounds, checking on the other garden beds and the haskaps. With the high winds we had, a lot of the smaller ones in the trays were blown right out, so those got fixed, then watered. I made sure to water the spruce saplings, too. Those little pots will dry out fast.
I didn’t try to take down other covers and rods on other beds yet. The netting and clear vinyl sheets are something I will wait to have a second person help with. With the winds we’ve been having, it’s rather difficult to fold and roll them up for winter storage with just one person.
That done, I headed back in and tried to go back to sleep.
It didn’t work.
I did send a bit of a list to the girls of what I’d gotten done, and what needed to be done with them, mentioning that all the transplanted haskaps would need a deep watering.
I also found an email update on my FIL’s condition. He is, unfortunately, deteriorating and it’s looking like he is not going to be around much longer. His dementia is failing particularly fast, and he has been “sundowning” by the end of the day, talking about things like going to see his parents. They passed away decades ago. It’s been particularly hard on my husband, as he physically can’t make the trip to see his father, and now it seems he won’t even be able to talk to him on the phone. His father is unlikely to even know who he is.
It does make me appreciate just how well my mother is doing.
My SIL messaged to check on me and how I was doing, and we chatted for a fair bit before I finally gave up on lying down. I had intended to go back outside again in the afternoon, but the pain levels suddenly kicked in and I ended up having to lie down again. My daughters, sick as they were, headed outside and deep watered the haskap.
It’s a good thing I wasn’t trying to sleep, because I kept getting notifications! I got some texts from my sister, letting me know she had visited my mother. She was updating me when the phone rang – and it was my mother! She wanted to know how things had gone yesterday. It was a mostly good call, though she did try to go on about how my brother should be doing stuff around here, not us, because he’s a man and we women shouldn’t be doing things like planting trees. Which is bizarre, since she planted many, many trees over the years! (Mostly in terrible places! 😄) She did start talking about how my brother has many important responsibilities, both at work and at home, and how he goes out of province to visit the grandsons, etc. Then, much to my shock, she switched to Polish and said a blessing on him for good health and a long life. My mother rather hates my brother and he can never do anything good enough for her, so when she does stuff like this, it makes me suspicious. She seemed to be genuine, though.
By then, a few hours had gone by and my pain levels finally eased and I did finally make it outside. I meant to just walk around and check on things but, of course, I found small things that I could do.
Including getting a small harvest.
In the East garden bed where I’d planted the Uzbek Golden Carrots, I was able to dig up these.
A couple of them were self seeded, while the others were the only ones that germinated from the older seed tape I’d made with them a couple of years ago.
While checking things out in the main garden area, I tried digging up some of the Daikon radish that all bolted. There were no radish roots at all in the ones I dug up. Just the woody material that happens when they bolt, instead.
I did, however, dig up a few Red Bearded bunching onions.
As I write this, I’ve got a pork stew going in the Instant Pot, with all these carrots and onions, plus the last of the summer squash I’d picked before the frost got them, along with our own potatoes and our own garlic. The liquid is gelled meat juices from the last of the big brisket I got a while back, cut into individual size roasts that my daughter seasoned well and slow roasted, low and slow, for something like three hours.
I am quite looking forward to it! We don’t have a lot from the garden this year, but we at least have enough for a few meals. Which is better than nothing!
I’m just really appreciating the fact that I was able to harvest anything at all, in October. Looking ahead on the 10 day forecast, we’ve got some mild weather for the next while, and even another day with an expected high of 20C/68F! Things are supposed to be cooler after that, but still relatively mild. The ground isn’t going to freeze for a while, yet. Right now, my time limit is not the weather anymore, but my surgery date. After the surgery, I’m out of commission for 6 weeks, so the more I can get done before the surgery the better, though my daughters will be taking over a lot of things as they are able.
Oh! What is that beeping I hear?
’tis the Instant Pot, finished cooking the stew and now depressurizing.
Thanks to my SIL offering to drop us off at the hospital the cancer clinic is in, we didn’t have to leave as early as originally planned, but it was still early enough to see this.
It’s a bit shaky, since I put my phone’s camera on the night setting and had to try and hold still for several seconds, since I had nothing I could use as a tripod. Still, it captured the image quite well, including the stunning deep blue of the sky before the sun rose some 15 minutes later.
Once on the road, we took the highway past our place first, which meant we had a town to drive through. We stopped for gas, because I didn’t want to go below a half tank.
$50 at $1.799/L added a quarter tank. *sigh*
The route we took allowed us to bypass all the construction, which was really important, though we did get stuck behind someone doing 90kph in a 100kph zone for quite a while. My daughter kept my SIL updated on our progress the whole way so, when we got there, she was outside and ready to go. All we had to do was park in their driveway and transfer my walker over. Something I almost forgot to bring along and, when I remembered, considered not bringing, since I was feeling so well.
I am so glad I brought it along, just in case.
From their place, the drive to the hospital was pretty straightforward. It meant going through the heart of downtown and traffic was heavy, but she got us there with about 10 minutes to spare! Thankfully, she knows the hospital well (having spent quite a bit of time going there herself for various reasons over the years) and knew which doors were the ER doors she needed to drop me off at, rather than the ones I was used to and through were the ER doors for some reason.
Once there, my daughter got my walker out and my SIL headed out to find somewhere to stay. I was told the appointment should take about half an hour, so we figured it wouldn’t be long before we could message her to pick us up.
Ha!
The woman who called me with the appointment time and instructions (and gave me a time frame) said to use the doors south of the ER doors. I was expecting a completely different set of doors, but there weren’t any. So we went into what we thought were the ER doors to look for instructions. It turned out they were the correct doors to go into, and we immediately saw direction bubbles and arrows on the floor for various places, including the cancer clinic.
Bonus!
We got to the registration desk and checked in, then sat in the waiting room. Before long, I was called in. I had my phone in my hand, so I was able to check the time, and it was exactly my appointment time!
We ended up in the room for about 3 hours.
First, the nurse that got me from the waiting room took my weight and height. When she told me my height, I told her, nope. That’s not right! I took off my shoes. It turns out my shoes added a full inch to my height. 😄
From there, I was taken to an examination room and she started to fill out forms and give me information, including a sheet with the names and photos of the team that I will be seeing. There was the specific doctor I was told I’d be seeing, but I would be able to see any member of the team during follow up visits and they’d all be fully informed about my file. My daughter was with me, which is great because she’s been with me with other visits and can sometimes remember details I forget to mention.
Once she was done, someone else from the team came in and talked with me some more. Then she left, and the nurse came back. Then the second woman came back, along with a guy. More talking ensued.
Something I found interesting was how many different people started out by asking me “do you know why you’re here?” After a while, my knee-jerk reaction was to think this was supposed to be some sort of trick question.
I got so, so many questions about my health background. What past surgeries have I had. What past health issues have I had. What tests have I had over the years. When talking about specific past tests I’ve had, I kept saying how they always came back normal, showed no problems, etc. By the end of it, I got comments about how great my overall health has been and I just had to joke about being the healthiest sick person around! Especially during times when we were trying to find the cause of something, like my chronic cough (which has pretty much gone away on its own), and everything kept testing normal.
We never did find out the reason for that cough.
I did get to explain the timeline of when all this started, and the connection to that anti-inflammatory I had been taking, and what happened when I stopped taking it.
Eventually, though, I had to have a physical examination, which was to be done by the guy, with the second woman assisting.
It was a decidedly invasive examination. Which I expected but, gosh, it really sucks.
They both left long enough for me to get into a gown, then change back into my clothes, then came back to give me the final information they are currently able to. I’m doing to get a dye that will help them map my lymph nodes to see which ones are directly being used by my uterus. If that works, they will remove only those nodes. If the mapping doesn’t show them any specific nodes, they’ll remove them all, along with my uterus, fallopian tubes, ovaries and cervice.
Also, it’s going to be done by a robot.
Yeah, my daughter and I started geeking out.
The surgeon will be controlling the robot arms directly, and that will be used for an internal procedure. If they find things are scarred or attached in unexpected ways, they might need to switch to an external incision to do the job.
I got all the usual warnings of risks and possible negative outcomes.
If all goes well, I’ll be going home on the same day.
At this point, the waiting list for this is quite short, and the OR schedule is not overly crowded. I might actually get in within a week, but more likely within 2 weeks. I’ll be getting a phone call with the exact date and time, and detailed instructions. They also gave me a 4 page form to fill out with more historical information – some going back so far, I couldn’t even give the level of detail the form requested. Like the exact dates for some of them, or even which hospital I’d gone to, that long ago.
Interestingly, one of the instructions I was given is, in the days before the surgery, they want me eating a high carb diet. After the surgery, they want me on a high protein diet. I’ve never had anyone give me diet instructions around a surgery before!
After going over all that and signing the consent forms, they left and the first nurse came back with more forms. She had requisition forms for pre-op lab work, EKG and chest X-rays. After I finished filling out the 4 page form, I had to give that to the receptionist, then I could do all the rest, right there, rather than figure out when to get them done in one of the surrounding towns after we got home.
The sheet for the lab work had almost everything checked off on it! I was to do the EKG next but by then it was noon, and they were closed for an hour. Which worked out because I could get the X-rays done while waiting.
We were so glad for the volunteers at this hospital that are available to take people where they need to go. Even with all the floor markings and signs everywhere, the place is a maze and some things just weren’t obvious. Like having to go to the admissions desk on one floor to get registered before going to where the EKGs are done, on another floor. Altogether, we went to three floors to get it all done.
Meanwhile, my SIL was waiting this whole time. She did find somewhere she could go and wait, but we didn’t expect things to go this long, and she ended up spending a lot of time just sitting in her car! My daughter kept her and the family updated frequently, during those times when I wasn’t able to.
While the X-rays were done very quickly, the time taken to walk around, check in, then wait until being called really added to things.
Unfortunately, after that physical exam, the pain levels started kicking on, and I was so, so glad I brought that walker!! I did have T3s with me to take, but I honestly don’t think they made a difference. It just kept getting worse until I was having difficulties sitting up straight in waiting room chairs and had to lean into my walker.
By the time the EKG was done, more than an hour after I’d taken the painkillers, the pain levels started to decrease. When we headed outside to wait for my SIL to come around and pick us up, it had dropped significantly.
My SIL, angel that she is, had said she planned to take us out for breakfast after we were done.
It was getting close to 3pm by the time she got us to a restaurant. Before we’d left, I had made sure to grab an apple and some cheese for breakfast, which was at about 6:30am. During the drive, before 7:30am, my daughter had some beef jerky that we keep in the truck. That was all we’d eaten all day. We were pretty famished by then!
That “half hour” appointment ended up being about 5 hours!
Longest half hour, ever.
From there, she drove us to her place and we just transferred the walker over and said our goodbyes right away, and she was finally able to go home!
My SIL is such a saint.
Since it was pretty much on the way from their place, we had planned on stopping at a Canadian Tire and a Walmart in the smaller city on the way home. I was feeling well enough that we could still do that.
Canadian Tire was our first stop, where I was able to return the two 1/2 inch Quick Connect repair kits my brother had picked up for me and picked up a 5/8 inch set, with the female coupling attachment, which was not included in the kits my brother had picked up. That one little piece and the larger size almost doubled the price!
That done, we crossed the street to the Walmart to pick up a few groceries and some kibble for the inside cats, since I don’t know when we’ll finally do that Costco run. Between focusing on getting those haskaps transplanted and my pain levels, it just keeps getting delayed. Of course, now I will be waiting on a phone call for a surgery date, too. This time, though, they do have permission to talk to my husband about anything, so even if I’m not home, they can give the information to him. In theory, they could call my cell phone but there’s no way I’d be able to make notes while I’m out and about.
For me, I had my pain levels increase, then decrease, over the hours of those 5 hours. My daughter, however, is fighting a cold and had her own pain issues to deal with. By the time we were done and heading home, she was having trouble walking, even with her cane, and had pretty much lost her voice entirely!
Once home and everything was unloaded and put away, I did go outside for a while. After all that time sitting on waiting room chairs or lying on examination tables, I really, really wanted to get outside in the fresh air and just walk around.
I ended up watering the remaining trees in the trays. We had high winds again and a lot of them had been blown right out!
Then I remembered the Quick connect repair kit. With that kit, it took about 10 seconds to repair the broken hose. Then I got the metal hose out from all the hoses we’ve got for watering the trees and put the repairs hose back on. The repaired hose is about 30 feet longer than the metal one, which is useful to reach the transplants. Especially once we are able to set some of the little ones into the blank spots where silver buffalo berry didn’t make it, as those are even further from the house. It might still not be enough, since I will not try to run the hose through the rows of transplanted haskap, but there is still the old rain barrel and a watering can out there that can be used, if necessary.
Then, because I just couldn’t help myself, I also sorted the support stakes that we used to mark the spaces and started some bundles of 10, getting ready to put them away for the winter.
All of this was very light stuff, with no risk of overdoing it and causing pain levels to increase.
I’m going to be going stir crazy after the surgery, though. I will be on 6 weeks of recovery restrictions. No lifting. No manual labour. Not even light manual labour. I won’t be able to do much more than simply walk around, and even that will be limited.
I’m already chafing at my limitations now.
Still, it’ll only be for 6 weeks.
Which should be until around the end of November. I won’t be able to do any of the fall clean up and winterizing outside.
*sigh*
Ah, well.
The girls will do as much as they are able to, while working around their own pain levels, and some things will just have to wait for spring.
Just not the garlic. Those have to go in this month. In fact, looking at the overnight temperatures for the next while, they should probably be planted within the next week to 10 days, and we don’t even have a bed prepared for them yet!
Little by little, it’ll get done. We just do what we can!
This box had one side completely covered in stamps, plus two ends! This was the alternate chair my husband ordered to replace his broken one, after his last order completely failed. It’s more of a frame that holds and exercise ball that acts as a seat. It came with one that was remarkably small. We didn’t expect one to come with the chair, and my husband already had an exercise ball – a larger one, more durable one – to use on it.
So far, he’s quite happy with it. He replaced the wheels with the heavy duty ones he’d put on the broken chair, right away. The new chair has 4 legs, though, and the broken office chair has 5, so we have a spare. For now, the new chair’s wheels are on the broken chair. Once we wrangle it to the junk pile for hauling to the dump, we will keep all the wheels. The ones from the new chair can be locked, which is nice. I’m sure we’ll find a use for them at some point. For now, the old chair is waiting in the dining room.
I got a picture of Big Rig on it, but several cats have been taking turns napping on the seat! 😄
After we got home from the post office, and my daughter refilled the kibble bin for the outside cats, she headed straight for the food forest to start digging. By the time I joined her, she had dug another 5 holes for the 10 large potted transplants. While she continued digging, I watered the finished holes, then started getting the haskap out of their pots and setting them into the watered holes. After a while, my older daughter came out and she buried the root balls, and we kept that up until all 10 were in the ground.
While my older daughter finished burying the root balls, my younger daughter started to water them. With the remaining marked spaces, I raked the spaces that were deep tilled level again. That done, I grabbed the largest, strongest looking plants from the trays and laid them out at each spot before digging small holes with a hand trowel in the leveled spots for them.
There wasn’t enough for all three of us to do at that point, so my older daughter went back inside to work on commissions while my younger daughter kept watering, including the smaller holes I’d dug. While she did that, I started sorting through the remaining plants, pulling pots with larger live ones out of the trays until I could start putting them all together again, with no empty spots. There were quite a few empty pots, empty spaces and a few small plants that were beyond saving.
Before I finished that, my daughter finished watering the holes, then went inside. She was already in pain before she started digging, and simply could not bend to work with the smaller plants at all. Which was fine. I was feeling well enough to do it, and got the last 13 spots planted, then finished sorting the trays. The remaining plants needed some very serious watering! In the end, I was able to refill three trays of 18 plants.
I also brought over some taller bamboo stakes and set out one for each smaller transplant, except for the corner that got a stake with a pinwheel on it. The bamboo stakes got water bottles added to their tops to make them more visible, then I used garden wire to secure the stems to the stakes. Being the size they are, this will not only keep them growing straight, but will protect them from snow load in the winter.
A grid of 90 haskap planted in rows 6′ apart, with each transplant 4′ apart in their rows.
Ninety.
Plus another 54 transplants in the trays. I moved those in between some of the rows, out of the shade of the crab apple trees, which you can see in the second image above.
We have spaces to plant some of them, but not another 54!! I don’t know what we’ll do with the extra!
Then there are the little spruces left over. I have no idea what we’ll do with those!
The trays all got watered well. They had so little soil in each pot, they will dry out quickly. A lot of roots escaped their pots and grew along the bottoms of the trays that are now exposed, which is not a good thing. Nothing we can do about that unless I can find a way to just cover them all with soil until they can be transplanted.
All the pots are garbage. They are too brittle from exposure to be used again.
I was cleaning up when my alarm went off for my afternoon painkillers, which I was starting to need by then. I over did it a bit and, as I write this, several hours later, I find I am having difficulty sitting or standing up straight because of it. It’s been worse, but it’s not at all comfortable, that’s for sure!!
Aside from seeing how many more of the little ones we can transplant, we have more to do around the 90 that are in the ground now. We’ll have to go through with the wheelbarrow and pick all the bigger rocks. Once those are removed, we’ll need to rake the loose soil from the digging and level things out. The larger ones will all be getting a water trench made around them. The smaller ones don’t need it, as they are properly below grade in an area large enough to create drainage towards the roots, rather than flowing away into the paths. They will all also need to be watered regularly for their roots to start growing out from the root balls before the ground freezes.
Looking up on how to care for these, one of the biggest issues we can expect to have is problems with birds eating the berries. We won’t be able to set netting over the bushes, which would be the most effective protection. Instead, we will look into setting taller stakes set up all over the area to make “scarecrows”. Most likely with lots of reflective pinwheels and whirligigs, or other reflective things to flap in the wind.
For now, the main thing is done. All those big pots are now transplanted and the marked out space is full. Any other transplants after this is bonus, though if they don’t get in the ground soon, they’re going to die.
I’m definitely paying for it, though. Pushed things a bit hard. Hopefully, things will be better for tomorrow, when I go in for my appointment at the cancer clinic. With my SIL’s offer to drive us in from their place and dropping us off, so we don’t need to hunt for parking, we don’t have to leave quite as early in the morning.
It’s barely past 4pm as I write this, and I am so ready to go to bed right now.
