Umm - Mummy's Sunday Selfie

We can't remember if we told you about Mummy's hurt footie sometime in the past month - well, it got worse over the Labor Day Weekend - she basically had to spend the time just lounging 'round and complaining because her foot hurt.  Finally The Shepherd had enough and said "I think we need to take you to the ER" 

What happened was she was just walking down the hall and heard a "Snap" & felt pain in her foot. right below her little piggy toe.  (This was in mid August, mind you)  So, thinking it was a stress fracture, she made a Dr. appointment and went to the Dr.  He said "Oh, I don't think it's broken, I think you sprained it" - What the heck - he wasn't listening to what she said, we thinks... but they took x-rays and nothing was conclusive, so he told her to just stay off of it and it should get better.

It didn't. 

She called back to his office and they said - "Physical Therapy"  Mummy said "NO Physical Therapy"  having had a verrry bad experience with it last year when her neck was hurting.    Ok, a referral to a Podiatrist.  (Who couldn't see her for two weeks)  Meanwhile her foot continued to deteriorate, until Friday before Labor day it got really bad - pain was up into the ankle and she couldn't put any weight on it at all. 

On Saturday, she called the Urgent care clinic for her Dr.'s office.  Turns out, if you have already been seen for your problem, they will not take you at the urgent care clinic, you have to call the Dr. on call.  So she did.  The attitude of the Dr. on Call was "Oh, Broken foot?  Too bad, so sad.  Can't do anything for ya.   Find some crutches and stay off of it"

So, if you have a broken foot, as far as we can tell, the medical profession doesn't give a diddly squat.

So, Mummy got up really early (for her) on Tuesday a.m. - (The Shepherd is already up at 0-dark-30 to do sheepie chores.  They were at the ER & checked in by 7:15.  Then some people with more urgent problems, like strokes, etc. came in behind her and she was dropped to the bottom of the list.  Waited almost 2 1/2 hours.  BUT at least they were willing to help her.  More x-rays were still inconclusive to a fracture so the good ER Dr. suggested something for the pain and one of these huge boot things.  Well, after 2-3 hours in the boot thingy the pain went away, so she didn't need to fill the prescription, and her foot is getting a little bit better every day.  She'll probably have to wear the boot thingy for another couple of weeks.  The Dr. said to follow up with an orthopedic surgeon, but she doesn't have the best insurance, and they are 'spensive.  So, she's hoping that it continues to improve and she won't need to do that. 

The weird thing is that the day Mummy hurt her right foot, The Shepherd found out that he had a broken bone in his LEFT foot, and then Wednesday evening when she got home from the Salt Mine, George was sitting by the side of the driveway holding up his paw and looking quite sad, and limping when he walked.  They ended up taking him to the After Hours V.E.T. - who determined that he had been bitten, it wasn't badly abscessed, and so they gave him a shot of heavy duty anti-biotics in his tushy.  He's all better now though.

The Shepherd has loads & loads of zucchini in his garden, so Mummy has been putting the scary green stuff in everything she cooks - at least she doesn't expect George and me to eat it.  But she has found a yummy quick bread recipe that she says she'll share with you all later this week.

And that hatched egg?  We never did find out what escaped from it, but I'm keeping my eyes to the skies, just in case. 

That's all the noos that I have for you this week.  Love,  Gracie