Friday, August 24, 2012

I'm not really a healthcare professional.

But I am playing one this month.

The men in my life are having a plague of unfortunate health.
I wonder if they have coordinated this?

It all started with a little toothache for Archy G after our adventure scoping for deer. 

He went to the dentist after a bit of cajoling.
By the next day, Archy G had a swollen face and discolored gums.

Which means I left my office (2 1/2 hours from him) in a frantic rush to get him back to the dentist.
You do not fool around with mouth infections.
 Incisions took place. Infection was removed from his gums. 

And now we are squeezing in a little trip to Reno before our vacation (more on that later) to make sure it doesn't happen again.

He got several days of soup making, movie watching, and coddling from me. Happily. He's a good patient, even if he is a boy...

Fortunately he was able to muster the strength to go hunting when Archery Season opened on Saturday.

My Dad, on the other hand, is not making so speedy of a recovery. 

Forty years of manual labor and favorite pastimes, including...but not limited to... playing high school football, wrangling cows, riding motorcycles, cutting firewood, hauling buckets of blood bait, digging holes, driving heavy equipment, fixing heaving equipment, stretching belts on rock crusher conveyors, hand shaking with church members, moving me across the states of Arizona and California and the Intermountain West no less than 8 times, hunting, hunting, fishing, hunting, fishing, fishing, and fishing.....have given him a set of bad shoulders. Bone spurs and frozen shoulder syndrome to be exact.

He's put it off for about 5 years, but the doctor finally said "Nerve Damage" and now he has to have them fixed. 

So here I am  in Havasu, iced tea making, movie watching, and hanging out with him while he recovers from the first of two surgeries. Yesterday's included breaking up scar tissue, bone shaving, and the insertion of a "pain pump."  From experience, I know that Dad is not a very good patient

Sitting still is not his thing.

He won't be able to do much for the next 10 days. No driving. No juggling. No shoe tying. No back flips or jumping jacks.

No fishing.

And worst of all, no sudden movements like swatting at his daughter for taking pictures of him wrapped in a pink polka dotted blanket.

I only wish I had gotten a short video of him blowing bubbles in his cups of water and apple juice yesterday when he was waking up from the anesthesia.

I suppose there is always next time.

A Day in the Life of Two Hunter Gatherers.

  Archy G and I have journeyed for miles, through small towns across the Owens Valley, to reach the summit of these White Mountains.
Here we have made our temporary home,
 readied ourselves in our newest gear
and saddled our beast of burden with all of her food and water.

  Which, by the way,  did not prevent her from taking a dip.

All to begin our search from the elusive white tail deer.

 Rain came about mid day, forcing us to seek shelter as we watched a small herd across the valley.

 Tired, wet and cold, our beast waited patiently for the storm to pass.
 Archy G would not be deterred, taking every opportunity to survey for deer beds and possible ways to get there.
 During a brief lull in the storm,we traveled to another high point
 where we watched Archy G watch for a few more minutes.
 At least we did this until hail and lightning forced our hasty retreat.
 The mighty hunter was tired after our trek at 13,000 feet.
 Also the Beast.
As we left the mountain, I asked..."Was all this worth it?"
Guess that's a yes.
Not bad for Day 2 of a first time archery hunt with a tooth infection! More on that later...

Tuesday, August 14, 2012


I haven't forgotten about you, my friends. My computer has decided to crash big time. An inconvenience especially when my tires decide they need replacing, my DVD player breaks, I am down to my very last pair of contacts, and my glasses are scratched. July and the first part of August have been really great except for this bit of bad luck...but you'll have to wait until I earn enough money selling blood and unnecessary organs  to see any pictures or hear anything about it. Or win the lottery.

Yes, I am being melodramatic.

Would you expect anything less of me?