I know the value of traditional medicine, and I really like my health care providers. But sometimes, I am reminded of the old saying that when the only tool you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. Not every situation is best resolved with a pill or a shot, at least not for me.
I also disappointed my health team a few years ago when I refused to take cortisone shots for the persistent pain caused by a double pelvic fracture. On the other hand, I was certainly grateful for competent medical care at the time of the injury and in the months following when I couldn't walk. Discomfort is my constant companion to this day, but I know it can't be "cured" because of the crushed cartilage. When it hurts too much, I know I've done too much -- a signal I wouldn't get it I masked it with cortisone.
But, in Much Happier News, I posted a Very Long thread (would you expect anything else from me?) this morning about my hen, Alice, who went missing last evening. At 3:52 a.m., as I was about to take out George and Dinah for the second time this morning, I spotted a white hen running around on the sidewalk at the end of the deck ramp.
I looked for and called that girl for more than two hours last night. I hoped against hope that she would show up today and am thrilled that I was able to catch her and return her to her coop. I would love to know: 1) where the heck was she, and 2) why was she running around in the dark instead of hiding until it got light?
She may not be my smartest hen. And, yes, she's grounded today -- no running loose for Alice.
Jim, now that you're giving Upchuck treats, maybe he could become a house pet?
Also, I believe I will pass on getting my calcium directly from eating egg shells.
Lisa, is it time for a Trixie update?