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When is enough enough?

Thursday, August 8th, 2019

Broody Svetlana 8-5-19

Ms. Svetlana is still broody.  It’s been more than a month now.  According to the experts:  When a hen is broody, that means she wants to hatch her eggs and raise chicks. A breed known for frequent broodiness has hens that often, individually go broody. These hens may not even need eggs to set on to be broody–they may brood in a nest with no eggs. Or in a corner on rocks.

Well, Svetlana is a bit more rationale than that, but not much.  If I remove the eggs from under her (despite her pecking at me), she waits until one of the other girls lays in the nest box next door and, as soon as the hen vacates the premises, Svetlana moves in.  She is one determined fowl!

Frozen Okra

I’ve read that the chicken farmer might be able to break the broody cycle by putting a bag of frozen vegetables, say peas, under Ms. Broody.  Since a raised temperature is one of the symptoms of broodiness, the icy underpinnings may break the cycle and the unrequited mother hen will return to “normal.”  We happen to have a bag of frozen okra (OMG!) in our freezer and tomorrow I’m making the ultimate (NOT!) sacrifice.    (When I asked Nyel why the okra, he said that before he fractured his hip, he was thinking of making gumbo.  I repeat: OMG!)

And speaking of Nyel’s health matters…  we DID get an appointment in Seattle for a second opinion on his osteo-myelitis diagnosis.  Not at the University of Washington Medical Center’s Infectious Disease Department, however.  They informed us that they no longer take Medicare patients.  Say what???  I’m trying to figure out how to get them to sit on icy bags of okra — or a human equivalent of something to break through their unreasonableness.  No Medicare patients???  Really?  I wonder if that comes under elder-discrimination.  (85% of Medicare patients are over 65.)


Thanks for asking!

Wednesday, July 31st, 2019

Internet Down!

The wires (actually, the wireless) have been humming on the way to our house — so many readers asking if everything is okay.   Wrote our friend Ruth:  I checked your blog and found that your last one was 4 days ago…What is happening? We’re concerned. Praying, sending love and hopes for good news.

I am so sorry for my silence and want to assure everyone that all is well.  The first three no-blog-days were due to no internet service.  Yesterday, for some reason, was “just one of those days!”  Time ran out and before I could get to the computer I hit a wall and went to bed instead of  blogging.

It probably boils down to Time Management or lack thereof.  Yesterday, for instance, I needed to get the car across the river for servicing by 10 a.m. (Check!), drive home to get Nyel and take him across the river to have him measured at Evergreen Prosthetics and Orthotics for another “platform shoe (Check!);” take a load of stuff to Goodwill (Check!); do some necessary shopping at CostCo (Check!); go to the Pharmacy and Jacks and do some recycling (Check! Check! And Check!).  Too much for one day but this morning my car goes to George Hill for some repairs and we will be home-bound at least until Friday.

Betwixt and between all of that, of course, were coop duties, meal duties, put-away-the-grocery duties, check the rat trap duties, and, most important of all,  the nursing duties.  Unfortunately, Nyel’s MSSA infection (a gift from St. Vincent’s) has returned and that requires additional dressing changes etc. etc.  “They”  are not prescribing antibiotics “yet” hoping his own immune system will kick in…

Dumb Cluck Svetlana – Still Broody 

Long story short: no time for blogging.  Maybe not having a car will free up some time in the next few days and I can catch up to myself.  Meanwhile… Thanks for asking how Nyel is doing.  I apologize for not keeping up.

Another step forward… almost!

Monday, July 22nd, 2019

Nyel In The Driver’s Seat

I don’t think I’ve felt quite as unsettled in the passenger seat of my own car since my son Charlie had his learner’s permit back in 1971 or ’72.  It isn’t, of course, that Nyel isn’t an experienced and knowledgeable driver.  It’s just that pesky left leg and its attendant left shoe with its four-inch platform sole that’s slowing him down.

But… he had asked his surgeon at last week’s appointment if he was “okay to drive.”  The doctor paused a moment, looked at his leg again and then had an apparent epiphany.  “Oh!  It’s your left leg!  Of course you can drive.”  He didn’t ask if we had an automatic transmission (which we do) but then I guess that’s an old-fashioned question these days.  Or maybe he realized that Nyel wouldn’t be asking if we had a clutch.

Of course, there is still the difficulty of getting him into the car and situated — especially with his pesky wound-vac.  And, usually, the wheelchair needs to be wrestled with in order to stow it behind the passenger seat.  (Were I stronger, it could go in the trunk.  But I’m not.  So it can’t.)  This time though, we were headed for Ocean Beach Hospital where there is a goodly supply of “guest wheelchairs” so Nyel only took his walker along.  He was to have some blood work done for his cardiologist in Seattle.  (Another modern-day miracle — this instant communication between far-distant and unrelated  medical facilities!)

As it turned out, we got only as far as Nahcotta.  “I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said.  I responded with something like, “Say what?’  It seemed that his left leg was being recalcitrant and turning inward so that his foot with its gigantic shoe  was interfering with the brake pedal.  “It’s all right if I don’t have to stop suddenly…” he said.

He pulled in at the recycling center and we traded seats — which sounds a lot easier than it was, even with a walker.  I know Nyel was bummed out.  “But,” I kept telling him, “now you know what you need to work on with the PT crew.  As soon as those muscles get strong enough to hold your leg in position, we’ll try it again!”  One step at a time, as they say!