September 21, 2011
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Oh, Dear….Why Do They Hurt This Bad?
TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM
Two disasters today. #1….the Brother is coming. Not that I would normally mind but he’s coming to help out the Beast with the work that needs doing on the cottage/shed/storage building. For that, I am grateful. BUT…it means listening to the Beast after we go to bed complain about his brother being all thumbs (he really is useless that way but he can help hold things so *I* don’t have to try to do it with my feet still in such rotten shape).
#2….the orthopedic doctor has apparently had some kind of misfortune and won’t be making any of his appointments for the rest of the week. The nurse said he is trying to get one of his *alternates* to take over while he has to be off and she will call me back to set up an appointment as soon as she knows when he will be starting. There is only one other orthopedic doctor in this county (the bad side of country living) and I have no idea how good or bad he is so I am kind of stuck no matter what. I will probably end up being one of the first ones seen by the person subbing for my ortho doctor only because I actually started to cry when his office called. I told the nurse I was sorry but I have been in so much pain that I was hoping to see an end to it soon. Oh well. Chin up and all that. Nothing else to do but wait and see and hope I don’t slit my wrists if the Brother comes this weekend.
When the nurse and I were talking, she asked if anything helped at all and I told her only some serious pain pills. Unfortunately, she can’t prescribe them but she said she would call my regular doctor and ask him if he could fax a prescription in for me to tide me over. Lord love a duck, I could have kissed her but I did tell her that I wasn’t sure if he would or not since he had no idea about how bad my feet are. He hadn’t even taken an X-ray the day I came in. The idea seemed to horrify her but she managed to keep from saying anything bad. Her reaction was, *Oh my goodness! Why not?* To which I said, *Because I could still flex my toes then.* She just let out a kind of *Hmmph* and left it at that. Definitely a good, Southern girl.
No rain but they are saying we have a 40% chance tomorrow and that will put a crimp in the Beast’s plans if the ground gets really wet. He made mention of that and I am assuming it’s because he doesn’t want it sinking into the soft ground. I think he wants to level it and that’s easier with dry ground, for shure!
However, what about when it rains in the future? Maybe I am missing something.Chewlee got yelled at by the Beast today and she knew she was going to when she did it. She came running into my room and hid behind my recliner just as I heard the Beast yell, *CHEWLEE!* Turns out she let Baron out front when the little dog was out there and Baron likes to run with him and not listen to the Beast. Guaranteed to piss off the Beast BIG TIME! This time, however, there must have been murder in the Beast’s voice because Baron came to him immediately and didn’t stray when he brought him back into the house. Chewlee told the Beast she was sorry and he could tell she really was. She stayed back there for a little while though after he told her she is NOT to let Baron outside unless she asks first if she can. I told her if the Beast is not in the house to ask, she has to ask ME because I know Baron can brush her aside easily if he wants to go out and play with that dog.
Well, Chewlee’s bath is done and she’s ready for me to put the braid in her hair that she says she wants. First I have to get her dressed, though, or she will run around naked as long as she can. She told me she can’t WAIT until she comes to live here with us all the time. Things must be deteriorating at home. She even yelled at Baron to *get out of HER room* …. LOL.
Love you all. Have a great day and keep me in your prayers for a bit, won’t you? The dampness doesn’t help my feet any and I am down to just aspirin for pain now. **Sigh** What doesn’t kill you……
