Well poop and fiddlesticks I ordered a walk-in tub with jets and all because an outside jacuzzi isn’t feasible in our winters and for years I have needed it for pain relief.
It got here today and after they muscled it thru the doors and next to the dining table, you can see where someone rammed a forklift through the box and put a hole in the side of the tub itself, so it has to go back and wait for another one, dammit!!
Cancelled the operation for the hardware implant. Dr friend said it was a very bad idea, and with all my joint problems he doesn’t think never being able to have another MRI would not serve me well. He’s not happy pain management has failed to send me to a back specialist so that’s my next step. Hope he can recommend someone as he’s over 9 hr from here.
Waking up Jane Dough, (sourdough starter) as I need to make some hoagie rolls for beef dip sammies tomorrow and I want to make a couple boules. Thought I would try roasting some garlic and make a rosemary garlic loaf to try.
Feeling a little lost, not sure why, other than I slept crummy and Boone’s attention span is short today, but he worked hard yesterday and is a little tired himself after that plus guarding the small stock all night. It tickles me because there is a giant dog bed at end of back porch and anytime I walk by back door at night, I can see him laying there, with his little pea head peering out back, over the yard and stock corrals. He doesn’t bark as much as the Maremmas, which is awesome, since he gets the job done but doesn’t keep the world up all night doing it. Of course, in Bruno and Potamus’ defense, the larger predators aren’t showing up because I have no sheep, just small stock inside the yard.
No Dr appts until after New Year’s, then there is a slew of them. All my life I was super duper healthy. I broke stuff (knee, ribs, back, shoulder, etc) but I almost never got sick.
I don’t like the change, but I guess now I know how the other half lives. I never knew I was such a wimp. Alas, alack.
I caught Boone in his thieving ways. Fen’s leftovers are a delicacy, donchaknow?
Love Boone! He is such a cool guy. Glad your Dr friend took a look at things - and I really like his use of common sense! Seems like others just keep throwing bandaid on top of bandaid. that 2025 will be the year everything comes together and gets fixed up.