Archive for December 2013
. . . both Billy and I are down with the nasty cold that’s been going around. Well, he was already down; but you know what I mean.
Having a broken arm is bad enough. Having a broken arm and coughing is worse. He’s taking it pretty well, though, all things considered. Son David is doing a good job of keeping the place going, and I’m managing to keep my husband comfortable.
We sit there and cough at each other, while comparing nose noises.
This is likely to be a very dull blog for a few more days, but we are both improving fast. Apparently there is word going around that Billy is on his deathbed, but I can assure everyone that he’s a long way from it. He’s as ornery (but loveable) as ever . . . maybe even a little more so.
Billy went to the orthopedic surgeon yesterday. He had to have additional X-rays made, which was not comfortable, to say the least. They made him lift his arm, lower it, and rotate it so they could see different angles. The verdict was that yep, he had a broken humerus, all right. The doctor examined the X-rays and said that surgery was a possibility, but it would be best to try conservative treatment first — rest and immobility. He has another appointment in three weeks.
He’s getting more independent now, and is reasonably comfortable as long as he doesn’t move around.
To top thing off, I’ve got a nasty cold. No doubt that has something to do with stress, as ordinarily I have an immune system capable of dealing with most every bug around. This is only my third cold in the last twelve years. At least, we can be miserable together. I’m on the downhill side now, and should be out and about pretty quick.
Sigh. My nose just dripped on my keyboard . . . luckily just on the edge. I’m off to hunt down another Kleenex.
Billy’s improving every day, and is beginning to get around a little. Still, he needs a lot of help, so if this blog is a little intermittent for a while, it’ll be because I’m busy!
I just had to show this shot dear sister-in-law Elizabeth sent, though. It’s their Irish Setter, Mollie . . .
Could there be anything nicer for Christmas than a red Irish with a green box? Thank you, Elizabeth!
. . . before our lives are back to normal. We’re coping pretty well, but still discovering things that Billy can’t do with one arm, so I’m staying pretty close.
He’s sleeping in his recliner, so I’m sleeping in mine, in case he needs anything in the night. Our bed is not being neglected, however. I went in there this morning to find all three Border Collies curled up on it. Peaches would have been up there too, but she’s never worked out the proper procedure for getting up onto a bed. She takes a run at it, jumps up, hits mid-belly, and falls back off. It’s just as well, considering her obsession with mud; even though we keep an old washable blanket on top.
Since I’m mostly staying in, I was glad that friend Peggy brought by the knitting kit that she kindly ordered for me. It looks like this . . .
That’s enough to keep a knitter busy for a while. And it’s going to make a really colorful afghan. I’ve started one square; 99 to go!
Addendum: 100 to go; I just ripped out that first square. It was too big. Oh, well . . . 100 plus the border.
But Billy is doing much better!
The fact is . . . when you get to be eighty, you break a lot easier than when you were twenty. So when Billy fell over Peaches yesterday afternoon, it was pretty obvious right away that we were in trouble. It took a few minutes to convince him that we should call 911, but when he realized his arm was probably broken, he gave in.
The Fire Department and the ambulance arrived right away, and they got him strapped in and loaded up. I rode along, after a slightly panicked search for medical cards and phone numbers. (One of the nice young firefighters remembered our chimney fire year before last, and the river fire this year. He must think we lead interesting lives.)
It took a while at the ER, with X-rays, CAT scans, and medications, but we did get to go home. The verdict was that Billy has a partial fracture of his left humerus. He has a sling, but no cast so far. He is supposed to see an orthopedic specialist soon, but for now he’s home and pretty much confined to his recliner. Everyone has been very helpful — we just got a big load of prepared food from boarder Lisa — and very worried.
There are all kinds of rumors flying around, including one that he fell off a haystack. No — he’s not dumb enough to get off of the ground these days. It was ending up on the ground — or at least the carpet — that was the problem.
We are discovering more and more things that are awkward to do with one hand, even if it is the right one. He broke that arm once before, but he was quite a bit younger then. Still, with a little help from our friends, we’re coping.
Peaches says she’s very sorry. I remember reading somewhere that falling over a pet was a common cause of injury in the elderly. We can testify to that.
It was a beautiful (if chilly) morning, so it wasn’t surprising that groups of riders were going in all directions. I wanted some riding pictures, so when I saw a group coming in . . .
. . . I grabbed my camera.
Aren’t they a happy-looking group?
Winter is one of the best times for riding here in Kern County, especially on a clear, haze-free day like today.
I haven’t ridden since Tuesday. Pretty soon I’ll get out there again myself!
Peaches may not put up much of a fight over a ball, but a stick is a different matter.
And ropes are good for a battle, too.
Hey! That’s my halter! Come back here with that!
And there it goes . . .
I did get it back eventually. But they knew that by then, it was time to Feed the Dogs.