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A Stitch In The Finger….. Hurts!

                                                                           

Mom had minor surgery today on her baby finger.  When the orthopedic surgeon put the replacement joint in her baby finger, 5 years ago, he had already fused the joint.  Mom could never understand why he did this but so be it.  After living with this misplaced joint, she discovered writing was more difficult because the joint rubbed, was a nuisance and with repeated use, hurt. Also with this rubbing, the joint area turned black.
Mom will tell you what happened in her own words…take it away mom
Thanks Kali.

I went to the hospital a little earlier than our appointment and the doctor took me early. Let me tell you about this procedure while it’s still fresh in my mind.  I went into this room called Minor Surgery #2.  The nurse asked my address, phone # and
where I lived…just to make sure I had all my marbles before the procedure started, I guess.  I managed to get all the answers right, so we carried on.  Dr P came in and explained….very roughly, what he was going to do to my finger.  It sounded ghastly so I tuned him out, and only caught the odd word.  Humming *California Dreamin’* in my head, I got on the table with a bit of assistance from the nurse.  Delighted my  own bed was so much more comfy.  I didn’t like lying flat, so had them adjust my bed.  I must admit my tummy sure disappeared though.  Once a bit more comfortable we carried on.  My hand was cleaned with some antiseptic stuff that ran down my arm and was freezing cold.  I mentioned that antiseptic was running down my arm and the Dr. said they’d get it….they forgot all about it.  Onward….we went with three huge needles to my finger area.  One shot between the ring and baby finger, right at the web part.  The next shot was on the finger near the joint.  The final shot was on the side of my palm.   These areas are tender as a baby’s butt.  The final touch was the tourniquet on my upper arm.  The tourniquet was so very tight, it was a hurtin’ something fierce.  Perhaps this was to take my attention away from the finger.  A bloodless operation.  I liked the sound of that.  I was told the tourniquet was just for a *few minutes*. The doctor worked, the nurse restocked the bandage cabinet and I lay on the steel bed counting the dents in the ceiling.  The next thing that happened was the Dr. asking for an instrument from the nurse who seemed to have left.  The doctor was getting agitated and ended up shouting for her in the corridor.  I swear only in Prince George would this happen. Shortly, the nurse came rushing in the room after telling us she took some garbage to the trash room.  I hope she washed her hands.  I got back to counting the multitude of dents in the ceiling as all was in order once again.  Dr P declared he was putting the stitches in and then I’d be free to go.  My, I deserved a fun food for going through this crap.  But what, chocolate covered raisins, chocolate bark( big slab of chocolate) or pumpkin cookies.  Decisions, decisions! Dr, P finished up and the very last thing the nurse did was to loosen the tourniquet.  My hand was red, red….not like a beet but a close runner-up.  Eek…no feeling either.                                                                      aaafingerWoohoo…I was out of the surgery room by noon PDT.It wasn’t fun but it’s done except for the stitches coming out. I got a prescription for t’3’s as these are my preferred pain killers Yes, I’ve delved into the world of pain-killers and have favourites.                                                                          aaashok2After a trip to the grocery store for a few goodies, mom was home.  She looked fine especially for one of the walking wounded.  Time to take us for a walk and stroll….off we went up the Lane.

KALI…..ORANGE
MOM……WINE
SHOKO…..BLACK

May your paws carry you to tasty nip.                                                                     SHOKOKALI2

Black Cats Unite, Black Is Beautiful!

                                                                      aakstalkfHave you heard about this book on black cats Kali?  It’s edited by Layla Morgan Wilde of Cat Wisdom 101 The title of the book is Black Cats: True Tales by 22 Amazing Cats.  Layla  has 30 days to raise $15,000.  The campaign ends on July 14th. So there are just a few days left to achieve their goal.  If, you can help the cause please donate.  If you can’t afford to help, then pop over to Cat Wisdom 101 and offer Layla your support by leaving her a comment.  What a good-hearted gal she is.black cats

Have you known any black cats, Kali.  I mean like good friends with a black cat.  I sure have Shoks.  In the old house just after I moved in with mom and dad I wandered across our street and met our neighbour.  His name was Gauge and he was as black as your face Shoko.  We struck up a friendship and I would lie with him under the apple tree on his front lawn.  One day as we were playing around, I laid on my tummy.  I had a fair bit of kitten flab left on my bod and was what one may call, “Chunky.”  I would be horrified if one called me *chunky* to my face.  Anyway as I lay on the lawn Gauge danced around me and rolled me across the lawn.  There was a slight incline on the lawn and pointed in the right direction, I would roll down.  Each day was good for a roll from Gauge till we both grew up and I was a little heavy for him to roll.  Still we would sit on my front porch or under his apple tree.                                                  akitkalHe sounds like a cool dude, Kali.  Is he still living there?   Mom and dad went to visit Gauge’s dad in the hospital a few weeks ago.   Gauge’s dad was losing his battle with cancer.  Gauge’s dad passed two weeks ago.  Mom and dad were upset and wondered what would happen with Gauge.  It turned out that Gauge was provided for in his dad’s will.  Gauge and his dad’s best friend had a special relationship and Gauge has gone to live with him on a farm just outside Prince George.  *sniff*, *sniff*, *wipes a tear from her eye*.  Geez Kali, that is so sad.  Part of it is sad but can you imagine the love that Gauge’s dad had for Gauge, to actually have a legal will drawn up to include Gauge!

Now, that’s true love, Kali.   If everyone could see black cats in the same light as we do, there would be no problem.  Layla’s book on black cats will certainly help their plight.                                                                                  Kali and Shoks

Easy’s Scare and Happy Ending

 

Let me tell you my friends.  We had a rude awakening yesterday when we opened Easy’s blog and found out his dad had fallen off the roof of their house.  I tell you mom was in a panic.  I don’t see her this upset very often but upset she was.  She couldn’t help Easy or his mom.  They live in France.  Easy’s dad had been in the hospital for hours by the time she read the post.

Mom heard from Easy’s mom last night and felt better….not until today and viewing Easy’s post did she breathe a sigh of relief along with the rest of Blogville.  This is a tight community and if one of us is injuried or hurt, it effects all of us.  I’m very proud of my fellow bloggers.  You are FABULOUS my friends.

EasyOur hearts were with Easy and his mom and of course his dad too.  Can’t wait to see Easy sleeping with his dad again.