This wait is interminable. All I want to do is just curl up under a blanket somewhere and wait it out. I made it through work and shopping yesterday, then came home, showered, ate . . . and crashed. I did at least make myself get up around 6 to do what is usually the morning chores, got the chicken coop cleaned and everyone fed and the hummingbird feeder refilled.
I did go to the dentist this morning. As I said last post, I was hoping to make do with ibuprofen and salt water, but yesterday morning the side of my face was swollen so I had to deal with it. The verdict: the tooth under the crown has fractured. He wanted me to be on antibiotics and Motrin for a few days to get the swelling under control "and then make an appointment for next week to resection the crown and get the tooth pulled." I'm a little embarrassed to say that I immediately said "no, not next week" and started to cry. Not to the point of tears, but I was breaking. And, of course, the way things work out he's not available the week after, so it will be ibuprofen and salt water until the 23rd.
I did get the camera dropped off for return, and this afternoon I got Liam's release cage set up. I also dragged out the big dog crate that will be RedBug's recovery crate and washed it. That's been on the "things to do" list for a week - and like most things, the actually dragging and washing took less than 20 minutes. I think preparing the crate is making me face the fact that this is actually going to happen.
I wish he would come out from under the bed to use all four legs while he can. But the bandage bothers him and I imagine that the leg hurts. I did at least talk him into coming out (with the aid of a Churu stick) for some love and grooming. He's very distrustful of me now, and I can't blame him. Fortunately I only have to change his dressing every other day, and I try to soak the old gauze pad off, but it's still sticks and then is a bloody mess to get it off. I've made it into a two Churu stick job. I get the old bandage off, and then we both take a break and he gets his treat. Then he gets rebandaged and another treat. And then he's back to under the bed.
And just my luck with timing. My friend Adrianne's birthday is Monday; she has it off, and she and a couple of people are going to meet at a coffee shop for cupcakes and knitting. Normally I would jump at the chance. But Monday is Bug's last day before surgery so I want to spend it with him, and besides I'm likely to be a complete basket case by then.
I was listening to the news as I drove today, and I was oddly saddened to learn that the ISS is going to be decommissioned, nudged out of orbit, and allowed to burn up. I grew up reading science fiction, knowing that something like a space station was merely the thing of dreams . . . and then it happened. My inner 10-year-old looks up at the night sky, hoping to see that one moving bit of light. I've been thrilled to meet a couple of astronauts (who have been on the shuttles but not the ISS). So it's hard to grasp that a space station can be obsolete.
OK, that's tonight's brain dump. I have the museum again tomorrow and that will help. Then four more days, and we will be ready to heal.
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