All I Wanted Was Some More Ibuprofen

Wow! My sister was right, Blogger.com has been totally upgraded! Too bad nobody reads blogs anymore, it seems that Facebook has taken over. Still? I'm going to post here with a gripe/rant, and maybe even make it accessible to all 20 of my facebook buddies.

 It's really about my frustrations. Mostly and top level about a stupid broken ankle that I'm not getting the medical help to fix. Briefly, I fell hard and broke my ankle on Aug 6th. I was in the local hospital's ER within 45 minutes of that fall, and their X-rays showed what I already knew; I'd broken my ankle. Sadly, my local ER won't cast a broken bone, instead they splint it loosely and reccomend that you see your own Doctor who also won't cast a broken bone, but will refer you to an Orthopedic Specialist.

 I looked at those X-rays, and deduced that it was a simple Fibular Fracture with no displacement, meaning that it wasn't too complicated of a break.
 I took home a perscription for NSAIDS, Non-Steroidal Anti Inflammatories, and decided to treat it as I would any animal wound. ie, with lots of Practical Nursing, and a lot of supportive bracing.

10 days later I was running out of anti-inflammatories, so I went to see my Primary Care Doc. All I really wanted was some more Ibuprofen!
I've known this Doc for 25 years, which meant I listened to him after he'd listened to me. He sent me for more X-rays, and I looked at those too.  (When I studied Vet Medicine, my fave department was radiology)

. The new X-rays indicated that my ankle was not healing as it should have been, partly because I am just aging, and mostly due to the fact that despite all my support and care, I just cannot stay off of it; I have animals and gardens that must be cared for whether I am limping or not.
   Believe me, I am limping.

 I accepted my Doctor's strongly worded advice to see his own Orthopedic man to find out whether it just needed a heavy cast applied tomorrow, or whether it needed re-breaking and then a heavy cast applied. He led me to believe it was a 'done deal' for tomorrow,
, as his Ortho guy was to be at my local doctor's office tomorrow.
 All I had to do was call to confirm...

 Which was wrong.

 After 5 phone calls to the Orthopedic doctor since last Friday I finally got ahold of his receptionist/scheduler this morning, only to discover after they did 20 minutes of intake medical info that the Ortho Doctor won't be back in my town for another 30 days.
 Instead, they invited me to schedule a sooner appointment (their soonest being 10 days from now) in one of 2 other towns, both nearly 50 miles away.
 I have no transportation. There is no shuttle service available through my very basic state funded Welfare type of Insurance.
 There's no WAY I can ask a friend to waste 1 or even 2 days trying to get me there. And all I really wanted, was some more Ibuprofen!

 So, I am back to square 1, self doctoring. I am a pretty good field medic, and will continue to treat this ankle with sense, homopathy, and a stubborn belief in my own healing abilities.
  I will continue to pester my Primary Care Doc for some more NSAIDS, for after all, they are not a drug-of-choice for abusing.
  The prescription strength NSAID  works sooo much better then the exact same amount of over-the-counter Ibuprofen or Aleve. Cheaper, too, as I cannot at this time afford even 1 dollar's worth of Dollar Store remedies and my insurance will pay for a scrip.  Please, send beer. It's the best mild painkiller I know. Magz, 8-19-2013 5;30pm

"Oh, Get Me Home, Ford.."

The title here will only resonate with those few who have watched, read, and
appriciated Douglas Adams' 'Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy'.

I live by this Mantra:



So: I try not to panic, it's never seemed to accomplish much good.




Truth?

I'd like to go home. Unfortunately, I don't have one.

In the interest of Purely Amusing Shit, enjoy!

It's About Life: Here's The Question

Looking back at your own, beLoved and Important Life,

Would you call yourself a Good Example,
or a Cautionary Tale?

I'm musing upon the differences of Life Experiences.

There's a lot going on in my own Life right now, and I'm struggling to make
sense of it all.

There's the simple, and immediate stuff like Love, Survival, and Futuristic Plans,
then there's the regular shit going on in most folks' lives like
Regrets, Worries, and the so-far unworkable desire to change History, or at least the longing to do so.
( I try not to worry about it too much myself)


Cie la vie, cie la gar...  I believe that the Past is Immutable.
(Other than the ability to learn from it.)
Comfort,
comes from the realization that most Folk feel the same now and then.

I'd fix the World if I could!  But it's pretty cool to figure out that I CAN, fix myself now and then.

(The above rant is brought to you by...?  Just Situations, and Conversations.  I now return you to the
Regular Magz)

I'd Like to Tell You About a 'GIG'..

Magz Definition: 'GIG' = Job, Potential. Work Commitment. Money-Making Opportunity???)

But first! Here's a really Kool Kat.
This is Mr. Curls: my only surviving AZ kitty, Curly Joe.

Curly's
an awesome Pal. He does the 'Cat Thing' better than most cats do.

Anyways, I wanted to tell you about my latest Gig, a possibly Lucrative Gig that's now residing on a website called Fiverr, HERE


Fiverr.com is a really off-the-wall place that I stumble across occasionally whilst Browsing.

(I LOVE the Internet! Where else can you find goofy stuff like this, eh?)

It IS for Real: it's all about sharing with others what YOU would do for
five dollars, or what you'd be willing to pay someone five dollars to do for you.

Well, Fans,
I'd like to make 5 dollars. Or even In My Dreams, have my Gig go viral and make a whole bunch of 5 dollar bills.
MY Gig is right HERE

My 'gig' is the Same Ole Thing I've Always Done. Talking to/for/about Animals.

Trying to do what I do this way, I just might be able to earn 5 bux from each and every Person that I can't actually see for Real, yet can contact virtual.
(After all? Talking about Animals is what I do best!)

So: Both of you who still read this blog? Would you consider promoting this Gig?

Since I don't 'do' Facebook, or Twitter, or even the newest 'Hot Thang' Google+,
I either have to PAY one of these Fiverrs to Tweet this for me,

Or come back to you, my good ole outdated Blog Network pals, and ask you to spread
the word about a cute, neat, fun way to 'hear' your own pets, as filtered thru a Pro Animal Trainer.
(I really do need to make a little $, and this is a very Personalized way to do so)

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

In Other News,

Life is kind of strange. New Mexico is pretty, but it's a hard place to make a
Living in.

My New Dog Mickey is a fine Dawg, and a blessing. She helps my last, leftover
Original Dog, Marshall Mathers,
and they seem to get along just dandy.
(Even when Mr. Marsh-Moosh, aka Slim Shady, seems to have the 'Laser Eyes' )


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The only other NewsWorthy thing that I have going on is just this:

I've so far successfully raised a baby wild bird that my neighbor found in his
yard nearly a month ago.
I'm a Bird-Mom.

This Dude's name is Ak-Kak, and he appears to be a Grackle bird.

I can tell you he's loud, obnoxious, and probably related to Crows and Mynahs.

( I'm having Fun, raising him )

Oh. Oh, Oh, Oh, Okay

This is for my Aunt Mimi.

Here's my Dear Neighbor's dog, Buddy. Buddy. Buddy-Dawg is cool!

He's sitting in my van in my driveway, sharing Love with me.

My Dear Neighbor's been sitting here too.. sharing BIG Love and
helping me get over some Big Losses.


My Neighbor Kay, is a New Mexico Treasure to me. She is an Ornery Ole Broad, and just what I needed.

I really love Neighbor Kay, more than I can say.
She Hosted a Suprise Birthday Party for me last month!!
(It was AMAZING: I don't think I've ever had a Suprise Party before)


She then proceded to drag my Reluctant Ass to a local Happening last weekend,
and introduced me to a friend of hers that does Animal Rescue.

(There is no local Animal Control around here, usually strays just disappear.)

This is the result of Kay's intro:
(Like I said, Kay ROCKS!)

A Lost Dog, needing Foster Care,
Who suddenly sorta moved into my Family and became Mine.

Meet Mickey, my new dog. Me and the only 2 left of my original Family
(The young dog Marshall & the Arizona Kitty named Curly)

just love her, she's a Sweetie.
Here's Curly, just loving a new dog in the Family.

You can see by the cat's face that he's just THRILLED about a new dog, huh!

The Dog Now Known As Mickey is mellow, smart, young, and already spayed.

She needs more Grooming, tho she's had her 1st bath, her 1st walk on a leash, and her 1st car ride with me in the last 3 days since I've sorta owned her
and she's really Owned me.

My young/dumb(?) Genuine Salvation Dog, Marshall..
seems to like her a lot. He needed a friend,

As did I.

It seems pretty amazing to me, that no matter how hard that God slams the doors in your face,
he seems to always leave a screened window easily accessible.

COURAGE.

Yup, it's what I say to myself, a lot. Have Some/Get Some!

My Kid Was Right: My Big, OLD, Dog Is a Pussy!

Finally, it's been Proven.

They can fight, HARD, WITH EACH OTHER!!


My 2 Dawgz, AZ born n bred, are the real Rott(on) Sisters, who have have lived together all their looong Doggie lives (12 and 11 years) together with me.


They lived Mostly Peacefully, Forever Protectively, Always Alertly, Occasionally Grouchy, but always always BONDED to each other and me.

My Son's #1 Choice dog, Holly-Davidson-Doomus,
(my #1 dog Blanche's Little Sister dog)



totally WON the Serious Unexpected Fight today,
drawing much blood. Everywhere.



(These dogs have always lived together, loved each other and me,
and my Son.
Yet my son has always told me this Ultimate Dominance Fight could happen eventually, and probably would.)


Some real icky/squicky blood came from me, while I was jumping into the fight to stop it, and a bunch more gooey, gory stuff came from
my aging, pushy bitch of a Blanchedawg,
the Big Sister who most likely started it.


We had a big dog fight today.
We had a BIG dog fight today!


(It's changed everything about how the Sisters relate to each other, for the first time in a long, long time)

I'm really thankful that the old bitch Blanche still has 2 eyes, and that I still have at least
9 or 10 fingers:
that was a fight to the near death between those two.


I'm really really happy that there was a Dear Neighbor here to help me separate
them when they got into it, because it happened faster and more viciously then I ever imagined it could:
Sister Dogs, FINALLY fighting for Dominance.

I can't believe how tough my Neighbor was backing me instantly,
and how hard we both had to work to remove Teeth from Skin, owww.

Sigh. All three (four?) of us Original Farm Gals are old, and really didn't need this Drama, yanno?

Still, I can't shake the feeling that it was totally all MY FAULT for getting stressed and passing it on to my own beLoved famb, my Dawgs.

Now I really have to ask myself, 'Is this going to happen again?'
and So It Goes.

MEANWHILE,
Here's my last picture of my beLoved Smitty-Kitty, who's been missing for a week today. Call her Gone, not by her own choice; she'd never leave on purpose.

Her Bro, the Curly Kitty remains, and is cool. He's underfoot even as I type. We both miss Smitty, BAD!



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UPDATE, 6-17-2011

The damn dogs fought again. Worse.
They both did Major, tho possibly repairable damage to each other.
This cannot be allowed to ever happen again.

It freaked all 3 of us old broads, and I made the hardest choice of my life:
I chose NOT to shoot them myself, but to haul them to a Vet for Euthanasia.
Both of them. Going Down, Together, within seconds of each other.
$275.00, 197 lbs of dead-dog meat and a lot of heartbreak later....


They've now joined every other Good Dog In Heaven as of last week. Together in death, just as they'd always lived.

My heart is squashed like old roadkill.

R.I.P. Blanche Dog-bois and Holly Davidson. Your legacies live on in books, blogs, and Dogster.com pages. You were loveable puppies, and really truly awesome Dogs.
I am thankful to have known you, Love, magz