How y'all durrin'?

Me?  I'm still at home, six months now.  Never, in my wildest of dreams, would I have thought I'd still be home, healing, six months after my surgery.  

I had the MRI on the 29th, a week and two days ago.  Still haven't heard anything back from my doctor.  I called Monday to get an update as I still have bone pain and now it's starting to creep up my leg.  I was told he had to have the images.  Well, he ordered the MRI, he should get the images with the report.  They're really trying my patience these days.  My wound is still draining and that means it has NOT closed and is draining with a speck of blood every single day.  My home health nurse contract ended so they're not coming anymore and Larry and I are pretty much on our own now.  

Poor Larry has been stricken with gout in his big toe and has been in excruciating pain.  Just one more thing to add to his laundry list of issues.  Afib, COPD, pituitary gland tumor (or enlargement that looks like a tumor and since his mama had two, yeah, it's a tumor), osteoarthritis in his lower back from an injury 30 years ago (and probably a little bit of jumping out of planes for Uncle Sam when he was 18), a completely blocked carotid artery that we cannot do anything about...bless his heart, he does not need this new thing that's going on.  He goes to work EVERY day, though, determined to provide for us and our little family.  

Speaking of our little family, we rehomed Kizzi a couple of weeks ago.  He had started peeing on everything and we'd taken him to the vet to check him out for a UTI and our doctor told us that he was "marking his territory" (even though we'd had him fixed) and was telling Tabbie Hoffman that he was the alpha male.  She put him on Valium but it didn't help much.  He just passed out for a couple hours and then he was hell on wheels again.  Tabbie is so sweet, gentle and laidback, he didn't care that Kizzi was running around being alpha.  He did care, however, when Kizzi attacked him in the hallway or jumped on him when he was napping or ran to eat his food or tried to keep him from using the CatGenie.  THAT'S why Tabbie was going on our bathroom rug.  Lightbulb moment!  Well, it got to the point that Kizzi was terrorizing Tabbie relentlessly and Tabbie was miserable.  He stopped eating (even though we separated them at mealtimes) and had started losing weight.  I named Tabbie after Abbie Hoffman and I could not have picked a better name for that sweet baby.  He's a lover, not a fighter.  He's all peace and love and leave me alone, let me sleep.  I loved that little booger, Kizzi, but Tabbie Hoffman is my heart.  He's my baby.  We found each other in a prison parking lot and we have been inseparable ever since.  He had to come first.  Larry had done some work for a couple who own a horse rescue farm and they also rescue and rehome cats.  And bunny rabbits.  So we took him there.  We had planned to get him healthy, neutered and then try to find him a home but I had surgery after surgery and we were so busy with my healing that we just kept him. These folks have about 20 cats who roam the farm and have 85 acres of barns and sheds to explore and lots of mice to catch.  The animals are fed and loved and since Kizzi has been neutered, I'm sure somebody will scoop him up.  Things have returned to normal and Tabbie is his chatty, playful self again.  

I went to another ortho doctor yesterday here in town because of pain I'm having in both my wrists.  It started in March but I've been so preoccupied with my foot that I just ignored it.  Well, I took my last pain meds last Friday and purposely did not get a refill and by Saturday, the pain in my wrists was almost unbearable. I guess the pain meds I was taking for my foot masked the pain in my wrists.  Anyway, I made an appointment and got in and saw somebody.  Tendonitis in both wrists.  He said he'd never seen this in both wrists at the same time.  I am totally not surprised.  It's me, after all.  I got cortisone shots in both hands and today, I can tell such a difference.  They still hurt but not nearly as bad.  I don't know what caused it but I'm sure it has something to do with working with computers for 20 years. 

I told Larry we need to check ourselves into the nursing home.  A place where we can take Tabbie and Banjo and get round-the-clock care.  Ha! 

So that's us today.  Thanks for coming to see us!