I slathered my tailbone and my hand with Intrasound, known in my family as ‘makes no claims.’ But that a story for another day. It is a sound healing product, a special clay infused with some sound vibration. For the purposes of topical application, it’s in a surgical cream. I have used it for bruising in the past with excellent results. I slept pain-free. I woke up several times during the night and had no trouble navigating my way to the bathroom.
When I went to bed, I assumed I would wake up in more pain. That did not happen. My biggest concern was that I actually broke my tailbone. That would mean shooting pains down the back of my legs for the rest of my life. I did have a few incidents of that as I walked home, but that was it. The only difficulty I’m having is bending over to pick something up off the floor. This only creates a serious problem when it comes to putting the harness on Elsa. Given she is only 13 lbs., she is close to the floor.
I didn’t get up at 7. I had plans to sleep in. Judy called me first thing in the morning to ask how I was. She had to hang up in the middle of our conversation because she got a Facetime call from the vet. Her husband drove their dog, Beau, to the vet. Judy is under quarantine because she has a temperature and a cough. She will be getting the results of her test soon. Howard is actually also under quarantine because of his contact with Judy, but this was an emergency. Beau is in a great deal of pain.
The vet knew that Howard was under quarantine and met with him outside the office in the parking lot. He discussed the results of the X-ray he took of Beau’s foot. He hadn’t seen anything with a manual check, but he took a different tack since the pain was increasing.
The X-ray showed something, but it was not clear what. The vet recommended going directly to surgery. They weren’t going to do chemotherapy, which might be an option. Since nothing else had worked so far to relieve his pain, this was the most direct and cheapest treatment. I learned that toe cancer is a common problem in black dogs of various breeds. Very strange. What would a dog’s color have to do with cancer?
Next, I called Dorothy to tell her that I was doing well. She said she read my text telling her I was okay, just bruised, before she got my voice mail telling her what happened. I had called her late last night. She was the closest I could get to calling my mommy. She was already asleep. My need wasn’t that great that I had to wake her.
After calling Dorothy, I called Yvette to tell her that I had fallen, so she would be on call in the morning should I need her. She said she had been thinking of walking with me, keeping a six-foot distance, of course.
In the morning, I called her to say I was ready to go. We didn’t do my whole walk, and I had her hold Elsa’s leash because my hand still hurt. This is the longest side-to-side conversation I have had in over a week. It was nice to have her company. We walked all the way up to the second fire hydrant, where the Easter Island statues are. I had no problems walking either up or down the steep hills. Am I lucky, or am I lucky?
Yvette told me that Josh had gone back to work after an eleven-day vacation. However, she told me that no precautions were being taken by the Post Office. They were not even being given plastic gloves, and they are working closely together when they sort the mail, which has to be covered with the virus. Yvette said Josh is finding people standing by their mailbox as he drives around to deliver the mail, anxious to hand over their mail, or receive the mail from him, mano a mano. Yvette thinks it’s just so they can have some contact with another human or so they can have a momentary chance to escape their house filled with partners and passels of children.
I did some work on the blog and took a long nap. I’m still recovering from the shock of the fall. I missed Mike terribly this morning. I dreamt we were lying together spooning. A hug from him served as a stress release. I’m going to have to live without this for the rest of my life.
Scott texted me to tell me he had picked up the PCV pipe stuff for my planned free-standing towel rack, which I designed to replace the metal ones I have now. Everything metal here rusts. The only thing to do is view the rust as a design feature on furniture and lamps.
Scott had to cut the pipe to size for me. I thought he would get the cutting done at the store. He said that that would have taken him more time. When I asked him how much I owed him, he said nothing. On the one hand, this is a great deal for me, but it also leaves me hesitant to ask people to do things for me because they will have to pay for it out of their own pocket. As long as I have money, I would like to pay.
Damon texted me. He had tried to call me yesterday. He said he is swamped setting up his work situation online so his team can continue working on their project together. He was relieved to learn that I wasn’t seriously hurt in the fall. Not only am I not seriously injured, but I also find that I can bend over to the left more easily. What doesn’t kill you makes you better, if not stronger, literally.
I was up to washing the bathroom floor. This isn’t a huge deal for me. I have a Rainbow vacuum, so all I have to do is flood the floor with the shower hose and vacuum up the water. As much as she hates baths and hates going out in the rain, Elsa loves grabbing a drink from a hose. She has also gotten more aggressive with the vacuum cleaner attachment, but only when it’s in action. She nipped at it today. It‘s not clear to me if she sees it as a toy or some dreaded foe.
Elsa and I went for our evening walk. The street was crowded with children riding hoover boards, skateboards, and bikes. I’ve never seen that many people out at once on my street. I think someone booted their brood out to get some relief. There was also a large, unleashed dog in their midst. However, he was old and looked about a dangerous as a fire hydrant. At one point, the dog approached Elsa. The young man on a hoverboard came near to assure me his dog wasn’t a threat. I backed off frantically onto the grass. The young man said his dog wasn’t dangerous. I told him it wasn’t his dog that concerned me but him. He was coming closer than six feet. The young don’t seem to get it.
Damon called later today. He works for DreamWorks Animation. He said that it was only the animation production that was still in business in Hollywood. All live-action work was canceled.
Yvette had sent me the four pictures she took of Mike and me in the church parking lot. The series is priceless. Damon always caught shots of us showing affection, but Yvette caught more than that. She caught playfulness as well as affection.
I asked Damon to have Shutterfly mount all four pictures on a plaque the way he had the pictures of his mom, my sister, and me together mounted on one. He made arrangements while he was sitting in his tub talking to me. That’s when he calls me when he is taking his evening bath.
I spoke to Judy too. Beau was home and moaning in his sleep. He was still in pain, but this pain was because of the toe amputation rather than the growth in his foot.
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