Friday, June 17, 2011

holey holey holey, or I've had better days...

Biting bugs make holes in you, to eat, or to acquire human protein for other reasons best not examined too closely. Our plucky heroine is far too tasty to beings of the six legged kind, and has taken a while to properly recover. While most of the many reactive bites were quickly dealt with through the mercies of modern medicine, there was one special bite, near my left knee, that started looking septic. (bad bug, not to wash mouth well before biting) However, after four days of heavy-duty antibiotic, the leg is only slightly improved, and is causing me additional issues by not wanting to bend properly.

A third trip to the medics, and they are also somewhat baffled, whatever is going on is not readily obvious. This is both good and not so good, the good thing is that there is no obvious horrific issue, and the bad thing is that there is no readily deal-with remedy...



My doc suggested that 'twould be best to first figure out what its wrong before throwing assorted remedies at the problem. O..kay... sounds reasonable to me...

The way to find out what is happening in my knee is to take samples. Suffice it to say that the process was not fun, and worse yet, despite several attempts, did not yield any useful samples; will all need done over again while under an ultrasound camera, (camera needed in order to visibly locate any fluid inside the knee for sampling). Am not looking forward to the prospect. Spent the whole procedure with tears falling from my eyes, imagining that I was holding tight to a friend's hands, remembering Captain Mal's words to Simon*, and reassuring the doc that I knew she was not trying to hurt me and that I was okay. After I caught my breath from that little interlude, it was necessary to go and sit in the lobby for an hour, drinking water every five minutes, until the phlebotomist could find my tiny little veins to tap for several vials of precious bodily fluid to be tested. I am grateful to have the option to have some medical care, there have been many decades in my life where I would have simply made do with some aspirin, or yucca root powder, and maybe an ace bandage. It was not the afternoon I'd planned, for sure...
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In other breaking news here at Acorn Cottage, the third hen, formerly known as "Spot" is now re-named "Stupid" Why the change? Well last night as usual, the henhouse door was closed once it was dark, to keep the girls safe from nighttime predators. Little did I know that the dang stupid hen had found her way outside the chicken yard but not figured out how to get back in and go to bed with the other hens. I have no idea where she spent the night, but come false dawn she was rampaging around the yard, hollering at the top of her little chicken lungs, letting me, and everyone around, know that she was awake!! and where were her sister hens!! By the time I pulled myself together enough to go outside, make sure there was no raccoon or anything else dangerous, let the other hens out, and figure out how to get her back in the hen-yard, I was wide awake, and it was maybe ten past five.
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Heading home from this afternoons activities, it seemed a Good Idea to partake of something sustaining, and the way back to Acorn Cottage leads right past my own neighborhood New Seasons. Their deli has good hot and cold food options, and a usually peaceful room for sitting and eating. After getting on the outside of some roasted chicken and a plate of salad greens, I felt more able to tackle the rest of the journey. One thing that caught my eye was that each of the wee tables in the deli-seating had a different bouquet of real flowers, my table had these incredible orchids! I have a real weakness for cut flowers, they always make me feel ridiculously wealthy, because they are an extravagent and ephemeral indulgence, and having real flowers on the table really lifted my spirits...

* you ain't weak, and that's not nothin'

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