Saturday, July 25, 2020
You might expect me to say COVID-19 has stressed me out, or that I contracted the virus.Covid-19 is the least of my concerns right now. It appears that my county is blessed by a low incidence rate - attributed to its lack of allure to non-county residents,
No, other things have upended my previously blissful, healthy life.
At the end of April, I started experiencing pain on my right foot at the joint of the metatarsal to the big toe, on the top of the foot, midfoot (not at the big toe itself) . This continued during May. I couldn't figure out what was wrong, and therefore didn't know if I was propelling my foot to a bonafide crisis. I learned that the foot is very complex. I cut out my 2 hours of walking a day to let my foot recuperate. Finally, on 7/23, I saw a podiatrist who took xrays, which confirmed I hadn't broken anything, but I had developed arthritic bone spurs at that joint. His solution: get some 1/4" thick felt with adhesive backing, and create a doughnut cutout to surround that joint; he referred me to an art supply store. His sample did help relieve the pain.
On 7/08, our 9-year-old dog peed a lake of blood on our upstairs landing. And suddenly we were being advised by Pet ER vets that she may have only 3 months left to live. Without solving any underlying causes, we spent over $2000 in 4 days. We were told she had Zero blood platelets due to Immune-mediated Thrombocytopenia (which merely describes the condition of the body destroying all the platelets it had created, but concedes that no underlying cause had been determined). Otherwise her stats looked pretty good, and no damage detected in the kidneys or bladder.. Weird, huh? Ten days later, her platelets returned, but her White Blood Cells were high, despite having been on an antibiotic (Zeniquin), a steroid (Prednisone), and a Chinese herb (Yunnan Baiyao) that somehow helps effective clotting (with Zero platelets, how does that happen!). Beginning 7/08, we all slept in the living room where we keep Lucy's crate: 1) if she were going to have an accident at night, we wanted it in one location, and 2) the front door was only 15 feet away for a speedy exit. If Lucy emitted a soft whine or a short bark, I woke fully clothed to take her out. I imagine Lucy's thoughts: "I've trained them fairly well. They are coming along."
Somehow with all this weirdness, I have regained 12 pounds with stress eating. What is weirdest of all is that none of this seems to be related to COVID-19.
Life can change in an instant. It doesn't have to make sense. Somehow we do the best we can. It is what it is.