Postcards from a Dog

Kinda hard to type with your foot up next to the keyboard. The theory being that an elevated foot is a less throbbing foot.

So what happened? Ripped that big toe nail right off. Or at least enough to loose the thing. It’s sort of still on, mainly because I am taking this in small steps. Not that I will be actually stepping much for a while. For today I did an inspection of the damage, slathered on the Neosporin with embedded painkiller and bandaged the whole thing up. Later when my stomach has recovered and I feel more fortitude I will explore removal.

Good thing I don’t have any meetings this week. Limping about on a gimpy toe, swollen blotch under my eye where a mosquito feasted last night, red welts on the arms from prior bites, assorted bruises from cleaning out the crawl space under the house. People who don’t know I am thoroughly single would think my spouse had a go at me.

I’m pretty good at hurting myself. Knowing that I take precautions with clothing. Gloves, closed toe shoes that sort of the stuff, when I tackle a project.

Today I was just taking empty boxes to my friend with the eBay store. It took some real genius to lay the box down just so that the edge would pop up under my nail.

Maybe I should just wear body armor 24/7. I could of course try to work on being coordinated. Physically that is. Fashion wise it’s never going to happen. The rest of me is so blooming coordinated, I’m the dream team.

Maybe it’s because I’m practically blind on one eye that I never seemed to be able to walk and chew gum at the same time. I tried stuff like Karate and Akido. By the time I figure out which is the hand that I am supposed to lift, and what foot is supposed to go where, the rest of the class has showered and gone home.

Try playing ball with me! From early childhood on my reaction to anything that comes flying at me is to step out of the way. My husband learned that real quick when he tossed me a piece of food. I think my reaction is overall a sound one. Actually I probably should step out of the way even smarter. I would not have eaten the Frisbee if I had. But what’s one more scar.

Well, it’s not the first toe nail of mine to depart. Id’ be ok if it were the last though. While I’m pretty impervious to pain and heal real fast, I really don’t want to prove that to myself so often.

On the good side, the garage has stacks for Goodwill and the trash but is otherwise done. That leaves the kitchen, office, and second bedroom. I got something like 60 days. Even limping about it’s do-able.

And Paul, my builder in Belize, is getting the utilities in within the month. First he has to get the place bush-whacked though. Apparently the weeds are nearing 5 foot again. He had suggest to do a burn before the rainy season, but I have researched the idea and decided against burning and stick with bush-whacking. More on that subject a different day.