Cold out today, per usual. I have my little black stove purring along. Don't know what I'd have done without them in this apartment.
Abi and Charlie are still not perking along very well. As you can see, they both need to get a fur cut, but I hesitate in this cold. Plus, it's hard for me to drive across town, park in the back lot, which is the only place to park, and then walk with them up to the front which is bordering a busy street.
They are at least accustomed to this woman. And I don't want to add any additional stress to them right now, like changing groomers.
My vet has mentioned that trachea collapse could be a possibility here. It is more common in Yorkies. Vets have mentioned it before, and I just cross my fingers that that isn't it.
They honk like a goose. And exercise, excitement, variations in temperature and stress seems to make the coughing worse.
Yesterday I was standing working on a oil cloth project in my kitchen. I was wearing the brace with a sneaker over it. I'm just not sure this brace is going to do the job. I am in pain much of the time I am wearing it.
In the photo below, I have pointed to the place along the bone where the pain is today. It was pretty severe until I got my cereal and coffee, and got in bed and elevated my foot.
I guess the next step would be to get shoes fitted. But what if the brace just isn't going to do the job, and I've purchased expensive shoes? Which will probably have to be in a size bigger.
When I went back to the place where they fitted me for the brace several weeks ago, he put some pads in the toe portion of my shoe.
But the fact is, I am in more pain now than I was several months ago.
I walked down to the office yesterday to pay my rent. It would be about a block or so, I guess. But I could see I wasn't sure I could make it back.
Luckily my neighbor Charlie walked in to pay his rent. And though he was headed out to run errands, I asked him if he'd drive me back. And he did. He is a wonderful neighbor.
Today the pain is running from the top arrow about halfway to my knee. But I couldn't distance myself with the camera enough to get a photo that went that high.
I am just frustrated. I think I could handle not going out much, because I never really did. But I am having a hard time handling the fact that my place isn't as clean as I'd like, because I simply can't do it.
And I really miss being able to start projects and not be able to finish them as readily as I used to. I hate waiting a few days in between working on them in order to let the pain lessen. I want to finish what I started.
The back drop is a state psychiatric hospital where much of what is going on is corrupt. A patient is spirited away. A patient that came in with no paperwork and no med sheet.
The young female psychiatrist who was treating him kept asking where his paperwork was, and was told each time that it was just taking awhile to get there.
She knows this is against policy. She knows it's dangerous to treat a patient that she knows relatively little about.
Then she discovers what they are covering up, that the patient doesn't even belong there, and now she is in danger as well.
I will give the full review when I'm finished. The author himself is a doctor, though not a psychiatrist.
On the back cover, it says that "author John Burley, a master of medical and psychological detail - showcases the many ways in which the dangers of the outside world pale in comparison to the horrors of the human mind."
I found this quite apt. And eerily true.