Yesterday cleaning all accomplished and the shop vac worked very well I must say but I will be watching for a new vacuum for sure. The old one certainly did a good job for over 40 years; I can not complain about that one. It was starting to show its age though for sure.
Worked on the 8th Chromosome and already a couple of the cross over points verified. There are a lot on this chromosome. One day, if my mind ever returns to medicine and since I am over 80 it interests me less and less to be honest, I may just look at the genes that are on each chromosome. But that is a project far into the future one must say.
I think that I can really thank my good health on the psychiatrist that looked after me when I was ill a few months after my first child was born (about five months actually). He gave me words to live with for the rest of my days and he made them meaningful to me. It remains some of the clearest parts of that illness; what he had to say for sure. It was a while before I was myself again - I would say as much as eight or nine years. Mental illness, as I discovered when I took the course for setting up Encounter Groups, at St Paul's University, is an illness of the mind which ends up affecting the rest of you if it becomes prominent.
When you actually accept that you are ill then I think the recovery can begin but it has a lot of pitfalls because your mind is weak. You tend to have trusts that need to be the kind that looks to your best future actually. I was pretty hidden within the family when we first moved here which was just a short time later really (six months) and for the next three years except for belonging to groups my husband had selected I really did not have very much to do with anyone other than my husband and child and visits back to my family which were fairly regular. That was good for me but I was still in a weakened state moving to our new home as I had to acquire all these new people - dentist, doctor, and neighbours for sure.
Luckily the Roman Catholic Elementary School (which had four year old kindergarten) was able to take on our daughter as a tuition student which I greatly appreciated. I then took on helping one day a week in her classroom and the teacher was quite marvelous with the children. It was a great year for sure especially for my mental health in retrospect. So far so good.
Then moving on to select the necessary clinicians in our life I consulted the druggist which my last doctor had recommended. He did not know the doctors where I moved particularly and suggested that I just start over and not concern myself with forwarding my records (there actually weren't as I barely saw him although he was great) and his associate was a part-time pediatrician and she forwarded the records once I found a new doctor (of course I saw her a great deal since my daughter wasn't one when we moved here but she didn't have records for me - I wasn't a child!). So I did that and I already related how we ended up with the doctor that we did. My daughter liked him although when the allergy needles (to calm her asthma) started perhaps three months later she lost that liking very quickly and I still remember when we went to Edward's United Church and she saw him; she ran to the other end of the room where I joined her.
Myself I have really always just taken care of myself with occasional visits to a doctor which I must admit he did not like particularly and asked what I was doing to help in the community. I said I had been very ill and was still recovering and he said they needed someone to welcome people to my street because it was growing and there wasn't anyone. I wasn't interested I said but eventually he did persuade me to get involved with that although it didn't last very long as it just wasn't me. Edward did like his cousin for sure so I did make an effort with this visiting but in the long run I would say that we were not particularly a good patient doctor relationship (I accept the blame for that because I do tend to want to look after myself) especially when he did not refer me to an obstetrician as I felt that a C-section would be better for the second child when I became pregnant.
But that is a long time ago now and I mostly forget about it. But for a while, whilst my second child was little, every little thing that went wrong I blamed on not being referred to be honest (to myself actually; I never commented on it again to the physician after asking for the referral). I barely remember her birth (I had been in labour for 30 hours and I was exhausted) just when she didn't cry right away at birth - that is pretty much the memory and I think I might have blacked out because my next memory is of her crying before I fell asleep again or blacked out no idea. The nurses who looked after me in recovery were marvelous actually and took excellent care of me. I kept asking them about the baby and they kept me up to date on her which I greatly appreciated I had been to an obstetrician (he was fairly old I think, vague memory as I only saw him once (and I was only 30) and then in for the procedure and it is possible he was no longer practising I never checked) here after my miscarriage when my eldest was just two but the nurses had said some things about him in my hearing (which is unfortunately very good but I think they didn't realize I could hear them) and I was nervous to have him again plus he was at the far end of the city from where I lived now. That is a problem with a huge memory! Interesting reflecting on that again; I do get distracted.
Anyway I worked away at the matches on Chromosome 8 and then did Yoga with my eldest on the WII (online obviously) and that was a great workout for sure. I never lack for contact as I speak to my daughters every day either by keyboard or online speaking to each other. Then the emails that I get from around the world into my inbox every day, most of them are thankyous for work I have blogged in the past so no effort on my part. It is plenty of contact for me as I have a huge amount of work to do in the next decade. I promised myself that I would step back from anything that involved me taking on a commitment by 80 years of age and that has happened. So all this time is available for my work although that plan had included Edward and his huge desire to travel which I said I would do every two years so that we could plan the trip and get the most out of every place we visited. It worked really well from 2008 to 2018 which was the last time we traveled before COVID where we had to cancel our planned trip in 2020 to Germany.