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Sunshine Flock
Crowing
Confession.
I just ate an entire row of Andes chocolate mints, and half was my husband's. He's at work and they weren't. My confessions always start with chocolate.
And now for Henry.
When Henry was at his worst with this badly swollen leg and ankle, I found a bloody polyp in his droppings. Just one, but it was alarming. It may not have been an actual polyp per se, but that's what it looked like.
I didn't post here about it because I was feeling pretty run down and worried. I was questioning whether Henry was slowly heading toward a whole body infection. I've since learned he wasn't; swelling is often part of the healing process and doesn't always indicate infection. But I didn't quite grasp that just yet, so it was an upsetting day.
The blood in his stool and the ballooning leg scared me. You've been supportive and encouraging throughout his recovery, grounded in the reality of his injuries but holding hope and nudging me along. But this seemed to be a sign that Henry was beginning to decline.
I needed quiet time to reflect and didn't want to open myself to the inevitable (and understandable) feedback that perhaps it was time to consider saying goodbye. Once again I put Henry on a three day watch, and as always throughout his healing Henry was strong and vivacious in his personality, attentiveness to his hens he could watch out in the chicken run, and his appetite.
And so the boy just kept on keeping on. But I almost didn't. Thankfully I was careful in my reactions, a good listener to what he was telling me, and medicated with ample supplies of chocolate, Starbucks chai lattes and Netflix.
I thought you should know. Videos soon, folks.
(Brought to you by @cavemanrich, @biophiliac and Carlos Nakai.)
I just ate an entire row of Andes chocolate mints, and half was my husband's. He's at work and they weren't. My confessions always start with chocolate.
And now for Henry.
When Henry was at his worst with this badly swollen leg and ankle, I found a bloody polyp in his droppings. Just one, but it was alarming. It may not have been an actual polyp per se, but that's what it looked like.
I didn't post here about it because I was feeling pretty run down and worried. I was questioning whether Henry was slowly heading toward a whole body infection. I've since learned he wasn't; swelling is often part of the healing process and doesn't always indicate infection. But I didn't quite grasp that just yet, so it was an upsetting day.
The blood in his stool and the ballooning leg scared me. You've been supportive and encouraging throughout his recovery, grounded in the reality of his injuries but holding hope and nudging me along. But this seemed to be a sign that Henry was beginning to decline.
I needed quiet time to reflect and didn't want to open myself to the inevitable (and understandable) feedback that perhaps it was time to consider saying goodbye. Once again I put Henry on a three day watch, and as always throughout his healing Henry was strong and vivacious in his personality, attentiveness to his hens he could watch out in the chicken run, and his appetite.
And so the boy just kept on keeping on. But I almost didn't. Thankfully I was careful in my reactions, a good listener to what he was telling me, and medicated with ample supplies of chocolate, Starbucks chai lattes and Netflix.
I thought you should know. Videos soon, folks.
(Brought to you by @cavemanrich, @biophiliac and Carlos Nakai.)