Walkies are still proceeding nicely. And though I haven’t had to scramble up a tree after him again….
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That doesn’t mean he’s not thinking about it.
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And like the rest of us, Lord Dudley Mountcatten has put on a few extra Covid pounds. He used to be able to slink under this shelf, now he just gets stuck half way in.
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I’m not sure why, but Dudley will walk around the barn…
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But will never get on the porch. If I pick him up and put him there? He jumps down as if burned.
Conclusion: Cats be weird.
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And tired.
The beast must sleep 19 hours of every day. If I sound jealous, it’s because I am.
My house is not filled with smiling cherub chotchkies or puppy angel geegaws. I do not post overly sweet photos of newborn babies reclining in hollowed out pumpkins.
So it should come as no surprise that I’m not a fan of nauseatingly precious named products.
If you’ve been a loyal reader, you’ll know that I blew my right knee out last fall. Deep root radial meniscal year with damage to my MCL. The pain was intense and it swelled to grapefruit proportions.
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I had xrays and MRI’s, a cortisone shot, numerous orthopedist appointments and rehab. I tried heat and cold and massage and gentle exercising. Nothing worked. For a solid year I moaned and groaned and yes, complained.
Western medicine’s answer to the pain? Opioids, that I didn’t take. Their solution to the problem? A surgery that will put me in a cast for 3 months and on crutches for another 3. The success rate for this surgery? 25%.
Tired of being in constant pain, and tired of hearing my orthopedist say, “ It will either heal or it won’t. If it won’t? We’ll cut.” … I decided to seek alternate treatment.
So now, twice a week I lie on a table for 40 minutes and stare at the ceiling, or this.
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I also know exactly what it feels like to be a Voodoo doll.
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Yes, I’m doing acupuncture. And while the skeptic in me scoffed at the slightly woo woo environment….
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The chronic pain ridden patient in me is beyond impressed.
After the very first treatment… I felt relief. My knee felt less swollen and tight as soon as I got up from the table.
After the second treatment, I didn’t cringe in pain when I rolled over in the middle of the night.
After the third treatment, the swelling had gone down considerably and my knee was beginning to look more like a knee again instead of the fruity ingredients for a Paloma.
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Don’t get me wrong, I’m still in pain and far from cured. It’s a process, and won’t be healed overnight. But any relief is progress and I’m convinced this is going to be the path forward for me right now.
Even if I do look a porcupine twice a week.
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P.S…. If you’re feeling the need to lay a curse on a co worker or (used to be) loved one? I’m available Mondays and Thursdays from 11:00-12:00.
With Thanksgiving right around the bend, my mind naturally turns to food. Visions of a glistening, perfectly roasted, juicy bird take center stage… and I can guarantee you it’s not this kind.
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A plant based turkey?
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An already stuffed with God knows what plant based turkey?
Not on my holiday table.
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Backyard color.
(Disclaimer-this pic was taken before the N’Or Easter. The wind stripped her bare)
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But yes, the burning bushes are burning.
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I have to ask… wouldn’t duct tape work just as well?
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