Irritating Infection; Silly Sleepover; and Damaged Dignity

Irritating Infection: Last week The Man was bitten on the hand by one of our cats. (Repeat after me: Do NOT tease the kitties.) Did he care for it? Did he tell me so I could care for it? Do you see where this is going? By the time I knew of it the next day it was infected. By the time he agreed to go to the doctor it was badly infected. Long story short is we ended up with a trip that evening to the ER 45 minutes away. High fever, low blood pressure, and red lines up to the elbow. Not good. He got some sort of major shot in the fanny and was well enough the next morning to make the drive to San Diego for my father-in-law's 97th birthday celebration. Question is, did he learn anything? He's finished out 10 days worth of strong antibiotics and is still in San Diego working on some repairs at FIL's house. We'll see how he does with kitties when he gets home.

Silly Sleepover: Friend Judy from across the way was gone over night and I got to bring her guys here for a sleepover. First I took my two to her house for a play date so the four could have a bit of off-leash time together. That went really well. That evening, I fed her guys and brought them across the road to our place. Beau is an absolutely ancient Golden Retriever. He's got to weigh at least 120, and he's very arthritic. Yet, he made it down her steps, down both of our steep driveways and into my house with surprising ease. Leo, the little guy, is a Shepherd mix, and a bit hyper as well as truly sweet. When I sat on the deck at Judy's for their play date, he really thought he should be my lap dog. That earned him a scolding from both Beau and my own Cocoa-Dog. Since Beau is way too stiff to make it to my second story bedroom, these two spent the night in the "prison" - ok "room" sounds better - where I can shut my dogs when they need to be contained. They had a blanket on the floor, and settled down easily.
Morning was a bit nuts with getting my own into electric collars and out the door before getting leashes on Beau and Leo to walk home. I was amazed at how well the old gentleman managed going up both driveways. He did hesitate a bit at the steps up to Judy's deck, but tackled it and went up easily. I'd do this again without complaint!



Damaged Dignity: That would be mine. I decided yesterday that the cool weather and all the work I've been doing entitled me to some hammock time. It hasn't been used for months. And, lesson learned, I should have taken it down for the hot summer months. When I sat in preparation for flopping up and in - it broke. I was dropped on a rock, a rock with a rather sharp ridge, right on the tail bone that I've broken twice before in my life. Major, major, major pain. Now here's the kicker: I'm fine today! Go figure. I put a heating pad on the area - try that sometime - and took Tylenol PM. Slept like a baby until all the dogs got me up. I had really thought I'd be very stiff and sore this AM, but I rolled out of bed in great shape.
I hesitate to say this, but I think it may actually have broken loose some of the old cartilage that has always stiffened the tail bone since a long ago break. Wouldn't that be funny? Third time's the charm and I'm back to all better???