One Day, One or Two Jobs.
If even one more thing were on my plate tonight, it would
just have to go without getting any attention whatsoever. So, two things that
were worth the time: found a twenty-dollar bill in the dryer. It was mine, but
still. The second thing was a little one-sided storm that soaked this entire
hill briefly. The deck was running water by the time of my return this morning.
One of the vet techs at Western Hills said that she truly expected to get soaked
on her way back to work at lunch time only to find that nary a drop had fallen
on Cypress Street! My yard is squishy wet, the dogs’ coats were wet, and the
rug on the deck was totally soaked. That pretty well means that our blessing of
the day was about a half inch to an inch of rain. Don’t feel well enough to walk
down to check the gauge, so will just have to guesstimate the amount. Not that
it matters. Wet is good.
Went to where the PT will be taking place and managed to
nearly fall on my face trying to get back onto a curb. If one more thing had
slipped up on that bumper, yours truly would have had a nice bump on my head.
Will be more careful to park somewhere there is no curb. That was scary. But it
was close to the front door, so walking was not so bad. Hardly worth the short
walk, however.
Have no idea when the next scan will be scheduled, but
apparently Dr. Kern wants to cover all his bases. Really think he is a good,
conservative doctor. He wants a full body scan this next time. Thinking a
little white pill to keep me from going bonkers from claustrophobia might be
useful. Can hardly stand to have anything over my head. Silly ol’ woman!
Both dogs have basically stopped scratching. SO relieved
for them. Poor Thompson still has to take some steroids for a few days, but we
can handle that. Found out that Benadryl does nothing for dogs—well, might make
them sleepy. Oh, and the vet and the techs took Sylvia to a separate room to
clip her nails. She wailed as if she were being tortured. Thompson wailed and
carried on to let everyone know not to hurt his sister. It is amazing to me how
much these two dogs love each other! They lay down together on the cold floor,
and Sylvia put her head down on Thompson’s back. They really do act like
siblings—the kind that love each other.
My sweet Reece is still ill, or was earlier today. Not sure
what is going around, but definitely do not want any of it. Being exhausted and
having more pain than Carter had little liver pills is one thing, but tossing
one’s cookies is a bit much. Frances said that she was still sick, too. Hope
this is going to stop soon and before everyone and his kid sister gets it. Staying
at home and away from folks sounds like a pretty good idea to me.
The tee-shirt worn today said, “I get my cardio chasing
chickens.” Michelle will be happy to know that it was a big hit in three
different doctors’ offices. The vet wanted to know about the hens and the eggs,
so maybe one day when my circuit of running to PT, scans, or whatever will take
me by there, a dozen eggs might just have to be left for her.
Thinking that a short lie down might make a person feel
just a bit better. Getting old is not for sissies. Don’t know how my
grandmothers did it! Great-grandmothers were all busy women at this age!
Amazing!
Let us pray for those who mourn tonight and for those in
the path of storms, fires, floods, or other disasters. We know we are in His
hands, but it never hurts to ask for His guidance and protection. Rest well, my
friends, and know: you are loved.
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