Aggravating but not fatal

Went to Dr today for my finger and diagnosis is yes I separated the tendon but the fix is 6 weeks in splint.  If I forget and don't support my finger reset the six week clock and expect a less than perfect heal.   That was the upbeat news.  The Dr was under 30 and a rock climber.  Not too sympathetic to an "older woman" who slipped on the steps.  Given my age I should start hand exercises.  And insult to whatever when I came in midst a stressful day my BP was elevated (by a rock climber ultra thin and fit Dr standard) after the X-ray I was in the exam room for an hour fretting about my poor sick puppy at home only to discover Dr Machiavellian was waiting to take by BP again to see if it went down.  What? I came in for my finger not a lifestyle discussion.  I need a Dr over 60 with some sympathy!!

It's not a Benson holiday unless someone goes to the ER

I passed on the ER, nothing will change before I get home.  Injury to the DIP joint, need to find out if the tendon is torn or separated.  Slipped going up the steps and pushed my finger into the riser.  Funny thing is the bruise on my leg hurts more.  Maybe I won't have to wash dishes for a week!

A wonderful week

 Since Thanksgiving we have been in limbo. We were both unemployed without any real idea of what was on the horizon. Bruce attacked the task of finding work with the same diligence he gives to projects it was every day, networking, posting on job boards.  But December is a tough month to become employed.  I picked up a little project that started mid-January but still no bites for hubby.  And then he started getting calls that had possibility.  It seemed to be narrowing down to two.  But after rounds of interviews one was the clear favorite and converted to an 18 month contract offer with a company in Charlotte with very little travel. We still don't know if he has to go into town every day or have a split schedule.  The job didn't start until after the holiday so we took ourselves to West Virginia for the week.  The snow has been perfect for skiing and no one was around at the beginning of the week so Bruce got lots of ski time with no lift lines.  

It has been very peaceful for me. Zed is here and seems to be enjoying the change.  The mountain air has given him an appetite and the new smells brought in by the winds have persuaded him to leave his bed to bark at the door.  

We got new snow all day yesterday along with the rest of the east and high winds last night drifted it up and over the cars. Bruce dug out a path for Zed to get from door to driveway.  True to his old habits Zed cannot poop too close to home.  In desperation he dashes across the street to Amy's garage but today the plow had just come down the road so he got to wander up the road searching for the perfect spot.  Challenge is he will walk until he starts to shiver and if he is too far from home he needs a ride back. We head home on Monday to start our new regular time.  I'll miss being here even though I am going a little stir crazy with nothing to do.  Maybe tomorrow I will be venture out to town in search of parts for dinner.  

Tips to remember

If the door to the bathroom is shut tight, do not put on hand cream before opening the door.  

A good day

Zed is a very sick dog.  He has renal failure.   The future is day by day. At this stage there are some things we can do to make him more comfortable, to extend the number of days that he is here with us.   Today was a good day.  Zed popped up by himself at 8 and wanted to go out.  He is still drinking lots of water and ate some each time we made him a small meal.  He came down to meet us when we came in and actually perked up and barked at a noise in the backyard.  

But I am counting our time together with good and bad days.  Bad days I have to wake him up at 9 and carry him down for the morning walk.  He usually has a drink of water and a sniff of breakfast before going over to the family room sofa, moving next to the den and finally retreating to our room.  We have "his" blankets everywhere but his favorite is an old baby blanket that I keep on my bed.  On a good day he is gently tucked sleeping, on bad days he is curled like a little bug.  

The challenge with proud little dogs is they don't show pain, and they can't tell you how they feel.  I know the end is near, but on good days I see every sign as hopeful.  Nothing will change or reverse the disease.  The treatments are bandaids that temporarily lessen the symptoms and make him more comfortable but they don't reverse the inevitable, they just delay the end.  

He was always the last best dog for us.  Zed. He exceeded all of our expectations and rewarded us daily with his love.  My prayer is that I will have the courage to do what is best for him when the time comes and not what is best for me.