Things have been particularly exhausting lately. Life has been going on and I haven't been posting. I'm not sure if it is the heat or the juggling of jobs. I'm just tired. It was 100 degrees today in Fort Smith/Van Buren. That is just too hot for June. I can only imagine what is ahead of us. I had the delight to observe preschoolers at one of our Bost facilities on Friday morning as they beat the heat. They were all in their swimsuits outside in under shade trees, running and playing in sprinklers as well as this giant purple seal that was hooked up to a hose with the water spraying from it's mouth. I wanted to join them, quite frankly. I also voted to not even TRY to pull any of them away for therapy that day. It just wouldn't have worked.
I've been feeling sorry for myself because I had thought my neuropathy had spread to my left arm, since it was causing so much pain and had become basically worthless. After finally going to the doctor, I found I had tennis elbow. Since there is a "D" on my transcript in tennis, it is highly unlikely that I got it doing so. It could have been any number of strange things, such as holding the weedeater to trim the yard or even typing as much as I do. So, I have medicated patches, some anti-inflammatory to take and an elbow brace. (which, by the way, feels like thermal underwear in 100 degree heat) I am relieved, however, that it is short term and that I now know what it is!!!
And finally, I realized that I have not written about the miraculous return of Koko. After being gone for five days and our hopes of locating pretty much gone, she came back! We had left the back gate open with her bed on the front porch in case she was looking for home and could smell it. Her sense of smell is about the strongest sense she has left. We thought we had heard her bark a time or two, but when we would run around the block, could not find her. When I came home that day of her return, I had started walking to the mailbox when I heard her bark in the distance as we had over the last few days. I declared I had totally lost my marbles and went on to the mailbox. As I opened the trunk to get my bag out, I heard the bark again. Only this time it was REALLY loud and I realized (and screamed at the same time) that it was coming from our own backyard!!! It had rained all day, so when I ran around I saw her standing there soaking wet and looking as if she had lost some weight. I was so happy as I hysterically sobbed. My neighbor had been working next door in his yard, heard my cries and ran over because he "wasn't sure if that was a happy cry or scared one." Definitely happy.
Koko slept a lot the first few days. I believe Zoie was even happy to see her return.
Quite frankly, I decided that it was a sign that things are going to get better. I mean really...how many times does a 13 year old dog stay gone for 5 days and return home unharmed?
It's definitely a sign.
I've been feeling sorry for myself because I had thought my neuropathy had spread to my left arm, since it was causing so much pain and had become basically worthless. After finally going to the doctor, I found I had tennis elbow. Since there is a "D" on my transcript in tennis, it is highly unlikely that I got it doing so. It could have been any number of strange things, such as holding the weedeater to trim the yard or even typing as much as I do. So, I have medicated patches, some anti-inflammatory to take and an elbow brace. (which, by the way, feels like thermal underwear in 100 degree heat) I am relieved, however, that it is short term and that I now know what it is!!!
And finally, I realized that I have not written about the miraculous return of Koko. After being gone for five days and our hopes of locating pretty much gone, she came back! We had left the back gate open with her bed on the front porch in case she was looking for home and could smell it. Her sense of smell is about the strongest sense she has left. We thought we had heard her bark a time or two, but when we would run around the block, could not find her. When I came home that day of her return, I had started walking to the mailbox when I heard her bark in the distance as we had over the last few days. I declared I had totally lost my marbles and went on to the mailbox. As I opened the trunk to get my bag out, I heard the bark again. Only this time it was REALLY loud and I realized (and screamed at the same time) that it was coming from our own backyard!!! It had rained all day, so when I ran around I saw her standing there soaking wet and looking as if she had lost some weight. I was so happy as I hysterically sobbed. My neighbor had been working next door in his yard, heard my cries and ran over because he "wasn't sure if that was a happy cry or scared one." Definitely happy.
Koko slept a lot the first few days. I believe Zoie was even happy to see her return.
Quite frankly, I decided that it was a sign that things are going to get better. I mean really...how many times does a 13 year old dog stay gone for 5 days and return home unharmed?
It's definitely a sign.
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That's wonderful! I'm so glad Koko came home. :-)
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