OKAY--Dr. Kelley is more stubborn than I am

Having been threatened with surgery, I emerge with the CAST STILL ON MY HAND...arrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Well, at least he "sculpted" it so that my fingers are freer to move around and at least I can type an "N" without discovering later that it was a space.....in three weeks I go back and he promised that it would come off then and we'd go to a removeable one with exercises, etc. X-ray shows the bone is mending in proper alignment.

Must go get Garbo ready for her departure for Minneapolis and then Canada. She flies out at noon and we have to get her to Delta cargo at ten. We will miss her like crazy, but Joyce will take loving care to make sure Garbo ends up in a good retirement.

Dr. Ana called to say things were looking good for a breeding of Poppy to Badger via surgical implant either Sat, Sun or Mon. Costing me an arm and a leg for boarding, LH tests and progesterone tests, but if this yields a litter of wonderful fox reds, it'll be worth it.

TipToo is sputtering and seems to be uncomfortable, so she may be headed for Dr. Ana's shortly. Dunno what's wrong, but I won't let anything go wrong with this most adorable and affectionate tortie cat. Always something, huh???

Now that these fingers MIGHT be able to hold a scissors properly, I gotta go start wrapping these presents due next week and Hanukkah. Somehow the thought makes me tired before I begin....more fun to shop and buy than it is to cover everything with jolly paper, but it's expected, so off I go to find the tape.

Ciao for now, MsP in fiberglass but sculpted cast

DID I SAY I HATE CASTS?????

Okay, enough is enough...I am off to the orthopod to demand freedom from fiber glass weapons. I can't sign my name worth a flip or wash my hair or type without making zillions of mistakes. So after a week of "healing" I go see the doc and demand to be cut out of this contraption. It's relatively clean looking but the padding has disappeared and my good fingers have blisters and bandaids on them from where the hard case has rubbed. This cure is worse than the disease IMHO. Surely there is some sort of removable support that I can wear all the time except when I get wet???

Sold the day bed just now. It was like being in Nairobi and dickering with the market folks about something the price for which had already been determined. But the man finally forked over what I had asked and went on his way. Craig's List has helped, but I don't do well as a barterer.

Getting Garbo ready for Canada tomorrow and hoping Poppy is almost ready for breeding to frozen Badger before I leave for FL. House is a mess but isn't that normal?

Off to the saw that takes away my latest nemesis. Ciao and later, MsP

Serendipity in spite of itself

So don't think I never look for the brite spot in things....this hard cast is driving me CRAZY....feel like a bump on a log as my dear Daddy used to say. First, I can't type and second when I do too much and take one of those pills the doc prescribed, they knock me out and put ,e in bed for a day or two. HOWEVER, after doing errands and getting sucked into buying some special popcorn at Cosco on Sat, I finally found the good thing that happened i spite of this bear of a broken bone: The plastic wrapper that held the three popcorn things is just the right shape to slide over my hand and tuck into the end of the cast so I can take a shower without getting the blasted thing wet. How's THAT for finding the positive in a situation? In the past I used a regular plastic shopping bag taped and it was a mess to say the very least. So I now have the absolute perfect shield for this nemesis. If the cast doesn't work you can bet I'm not having surgery and pins which would only make living MORE difficult. I am completely USELESS in this contraption. Georgia senses my frustration and tends to shadow my every move, helping me to dry off by licking my legs when I got out of the shower. Such a love of a dog.

Anyway, I'm exhausted from trying to correct the typin errors and am absolutely NO good at getting anything done during this corraling of my hand in plaster. Think I'll go read and try to forget all the things needing attention. Well, that's one way to attack the day...arrggghhh....p

Don't Ever Ask, "What Else Can Happen???"

Trip to St. Louis was wonderful....loved being with family of Darcie and Anthony and their four-footed creatures. Boogie behaved like she was already a show dog and went second on Sunday to the black bitch who went WD at the Specialty which wasn't all bad. Pickles had a w0nderful time and could have gone home with a bunch of volunteers, but we decided t0 keep her of course. Precurser to the trip was a fall, slipping backwards after stumbling over Georgia's ladder to get up ontoo my bed. Was packing and just stepped back too soon and landed with all weight on right hand/arm...stupid stupid stupid. Hand swelled up into an ugly purple mess, palm and top of h and included. Stoked immediatelyin ice and kept it warmed alternately all weekend. Finally had an appt w/orthopod this AM. Have spiral fracture of t he last bone in my right hand above the little finger. STIFF CAST for who knows how long and if this d0esnt work, surgery nd pins later. Needless to say I CANNOT T YPE WORTH A DAMN s0 this is it until I learn to hunt and peck. SO, don'[t ever ask what else can happen, 'cause something always does. ARRRGGHHH,P