I now have three less stitches in my body than when I awoke. I went to see Doc Og™ this morning, so that he could check the progress of my healing.
He was pleased.
He tested the flexibility of my knee, how much give there was. I was quite surprised to see how far it goes without hurting. Upon lessening the downward force he was applying on my leg, it seemed to spring back to where it started: unbent. Whether this is due to tightened ligaments/tendons, swelling, my brain listening to some primal urge to keep it straight, or any combination, it was a bit amusing to me; almost cartoon-ish.
In two weeks, I am to return. Until then, three times a day, I am to sit on the bed, leaving my knee and below to hang off. I’ll be putting my right foot over my left, and pushing the left down. If that is to be the extent of my physical therapy, then color me overjoyed.
Unfortunately, I am not the only one under my roof to be in less than ideal form: Bosceaux has worms. It’s an easy fix: a shot, a few days of antibiotics, and not eating for a day and a half. Bea seemed to think it was something we did wrong as “parents” already – when in truth, we have handled the manner in a dare I say, exemplary manner. The gestation cycle of these worms is approximately a month, meaning he ate that fateful flea before he came into our life. The day after I saw he had the worms (it was at evening), he had been treated and even started on heartworm prevention.
One day, hopefully soon, we will all be in proper working order. Till then, it’s one limp at a time.
Ugh