Leezard-Bloggery
“A blog is an ideal way of doing a brain dump on a daily basis of what is going on right now, the weird, the exciting and the awful things ... I also wanted to have a record for myself, just for posterity.” ~David Adams
July 29, 2010
Despite the fact that I couldn't drive, carry anything or go anywhere, I don't give up easily. My friends and family know this all too well, and try where they can to get me to step when they see me going too far, but when I make a commitment for something I will do everything I can to follow through.
It's a virtue and a vice all at once, and may one day be my own undoing.
So the original plan for last Tuesday was to do my deliveries, run home and pick up the items I needed to bring to Red Deer's Westerner Days for the week in the Kid's Corral, and then head off to the ERAS meeting with the last of the feeders to drop off.
Well, those plans obviously fell apart (as well as myself) the moment I .... wait, I didn't quite step out the door. You get what I mean.
Of course Jason panicked as soon as he found out -- him and I were pretty much the only ones scheduled to be there, not to mention I was bringing nearly half of the animals. So not only would he have a somewhat skimpy display, but he'd be doing it alone. As much as Dave wanted me to stay home and heal, I felt terrible.... so I explained to Jason that I'd be willing to do it if he was willing to drive me back and forth every day. It was going to make for LONG days -- but he would do it. GAME ON!
The trips were worth it. We were both exhausted, but it was fun. Of course there were a few bad stories to come out of it (such as the lady who grabbed my newly-disaster-ridden foot and shook it while asking what happened. What I wanted to say was and is inappropriate, so instead I wailed not to touch the foot....). For the most part, however, I learned that not all children are evil and, as a matter of fact, some of them are not only cute, but a lot of fun to chat with! It wasn't just the kids, though -- there were many adults that were just as fascinated, and I am very happy with those that were able to face their fears. Once people realized that the one at risk was ME, they were alright with taking a chance. Funny how that works, but I think the confidence I showed while handling the animals helps people understand that they're not all mean.
Of course by the time the fair wound up, I was almost at the end of my rope and could feel a sickness seeping into my head.... but had to hang on for a little while longer, as the next delivery day was coming, which I was getting help once again by my mother. If I weren't fixed myself, I'd offer her my first born child for the help she's given.....
So Tuesday morning comes and it was a big one -- my biggest delivery day since SnapDragonz has been open, and she needed to get it all done on Tuesday so that she could attend a course the next day. Despite the fact that we do not always get along, we were a match made to stare at. I think it is safe to say that we both had fun, despite the long, tiring day, and everything was taken care of! She has been given the opportunity to not only step in my shoes for a day at a time, but also speak with the people I talk to, deliver to and try my best to help where I can.
Thank god for Wednesday. I was finally allowed to crash, and get sicker than a dog.... which is also a great excuse to stay in bed and give my ankle the much deserved break. It has made a noticeable difference in swelling. Funny that.... taking care of yourself really DOES help the body heal!
So for anyone who has spoken with me over the past week, or I have not responded to, please forgive me. It was not meant in spite or I did not mean to sound so distracted, but it has been an absolutely rough week and then some. I still have some sort of death plague in my lungs, but I'm feeling much better than, say, yesterday. I believe the fever is now gone at least, and I'm hoping to be recovered by the weekend. If I've missed anything, please feel free to harass me!
July 27, 2010
I am the epidomy of my own self betrayel, I swear. Don't get me wrong, my self esteem really isn't that bad, but apparently my self awareness is.... or something.
Excerpted from my Livejournal:
It’s the same question time after time: what happened?
It’s simple.
I was born with backwards feet.
That’s why I broke my leg last year. And that’s why I tripped down the stairs on Tuesday while loading up for my deliveries and nearly broke my ankle. Instead I fell to the side and out the back door, unfortunately my ankle decided not to fall with the rest of me. Two ankle pops later was all I needed, and ended up a sobbing mess on the back steps, partially from pain and mostly from frustration.
So Dave, rushing out to ensure his ever so graceful and self sufficient wife is simply screaming for the sheer pleasure of making noise, partially flashes the world through the wide open door into our house while he frantically tries to tie up his housecoat. While I’m sure he was hoping to find me screaming in happiness of finding out I won the lottery, he finds a sobbing pile of me collapsed on the back step.
So he gathers me up and sets me up on the couch so that he can find some decent attire and takes me to my second home in Wetaskiwin for x-rays, since my ankle looked like the side view of a walrus as soon as we got my shoe removed.
After reassuring the admitting nurse that my husband was not, in fact, an abusive wife beater and that I really did fall down the stairs, we got admitted and got an initial check from the doctor who looked more like a hot Aussie surfer cow farmer crossed with a hipster than a human doctor.... but despite the saggy bottomed jeans and plaid long sleeved shirt.... he was hot, and his accent added to that. That drug was enough to momentarily blind me to the discomfort seeping up my leg. He promised to send in a nurse to poke my ass with the pain-numbing goodness of Toredol and let me know that we could get x-rays when the department opened up at 7 am, and then left the room. And so the waiting began.
Dave went out to pick up coffee, as if either of us needed it for a wake up after the abrupt call to life, and I sat in the waiting room staring at the wall. Once the Toredol kicked in, though, I got really bored, really quick. The pamphlets didn’t do much to ease this, but I found out that apparently I’m very confident with my occasional bouts of eczema, it is not recommended that I take Viagra, I have a high score for being ADHD and should talk to my doctor about ways to concentrate better and the turkey burger in the healthy living recipe book looked really, really tasty.....
So the good news, I found out from my amazingly attractive doctor, was that I didn’t break anything! Yay! When can I start driving?
After being met with a look of disapproval and a very strict “NON WEIGHT BEARING FOR ONE WEEK”, my excitement dropped again. Say what? Non weight bearing? But it’s just a sprain, right?
Nope. It’s the most severe kind of sprain I could have offered myself on a tarnished silver platter.
So, one week of non weight bearing while wearing the Vader-esque black boot of awesomeness, and then start partial weight bearing up to full weight for the two weeks following. And it’s not over yet! Then I get to start physio.
Say what? For a friggin’ sprain?
So after getting booted and dropped off at home by my wonderful but very late-for-work husband, I go and google “Grade III ankle sprain”. Oops. That may have been a mistake.
According to several websites I have visited, I have a Grade III Eversion Ankle Sprains: where the foot is twisted outwards. When this occurs, the inner ligament, called the deltoid ligament, is stretched too far. Patients will have pain on the inner side of the ankle. (The problem is that I have pain on BOTH sides....)
Grade III ankle sprains are complete tears of the ligaments. The ankle is usually quite painful, and walking can be difficult. Patients may complain of instability, or a giving-way sensation in the ankle joint.
As said before, pain and swelling are the most common symptoms of an ankle sprain. Patients often notice bruising over the area of injury. This bruising will move down the foot towards the toes in the days after the ankle sprain--the reason for this is gravity pulling the blood downwards in the foot.
http://orthopedics.about.com/cs/sprainsstrains/a/anklesprain.htm
The treatment for these can usually be managed with rehab and exercises, but there are cases that surgery is required.
I’m hoping I don’t need to go the surgical route. Maybe just chop it off and replace it with some bricks and mortar. I’d probably retain the same grace.
So in my panic of not being able to drive or anything similar in order to get my bugs out that day, I definitely did not expect to have it all fall together. I’ve said it many times this week, and I’ll say it again – my mom has really pulled through with the help she gave me this week, and I am SO greatful.
July 7, 2010
The long weekend was mostly survived. My husband and I were both up very late getting everything done, waters topped up and food dishes filled, and once we were on the road I was able to feel a little better about leaving for a few days. A good friend of ours was coming in to check on everyone, and she has helped with the animals before, so they were in good hands.
I'm still at a loss, but one of the newer AFTs that recently joined our household died the day after we left on holidays. I have yet to figure out why, but hopefully tomorrow will be performing a necropsy to find out. It sucks when this kind of thing happens, especially since everything has been going so well. The only two animals I've been having problems with -- one an AFT, and the other the newly hatched leo -- we brought on holidays with us. I really didn't expect that call and it soured my day pretty good.
All in all, however, it was good to get away. Most of the large silk worms died, but a few survived and cocooned, and the babies all double in size. Hopefully the last time I need to go away for that long again won't be until the wedding in October, and I'm hoping to be better prepared and have no eggs waiting to hatch, and most (if not all) sellable babies sold.
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