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Where's the reset button?
May. 20th, 2010 12:30 amGah. Rough day.
Ro came home from school and told me she'd accidentally swung into a 4-year-old at the playground (the kids regularly go to the playground on their way home from school; I'm certainly not discouraging it). The munchkin saw other kids pushing their friends and decided to run up into the swing arc to push Ro. She also screamed when she realized she got too close, so Ro now has a bite mark on her side.
I suited up Guinness and headed to the playground to make sure everything was ok. NNow, I've been feeling like death on toast points ever since I collapsed last week, so Guinness hasn't been getting much exercise. He was so excited to be out that he ended up dumping me out of the chair - three times. First he ran to say hi to a loose dog, I hit the curb and spilled. Then, after visiting the kids at the playground, he saw Ro's friend K and wanted to say hi to her, so he drug me over and rammed my chair into her bike. She's got a scratch on her leg from that. Then on the way home, he saw K's brother P and ran me into another curb trying to say hi. *sigh* I know it's my fault for not exercising him more, but it's still frustrating. I may have to resort to using the e-collar until he gets it into his head that tossing me out of the chair really isn't that great an idea. I've got some spectacular bruises now.
Then K decided a scrape on the leg wasn't dramatic enough, and started telling people Guinness bit her. Now, I'm the first to admit he's noisy, but he's never bitten anyone. He was in my view the whole time, and he didn't bite her this afternoon. I hate liars, especially when the lie they're telling puts me and mine in danger. If I get reported to the housing folks as having a "vicious dog," they can tell us to either get rid of Guinness or move off-base. Not good.
Icing on that particular shit-cake is that K also started telling people I don't need the chair. Yes, she's seen me walk. I do that in the house to keep my leg muscles from atrophying. It's part of my hope that I'm going to be able to walk normally again someday. But yeah, in her eyes the fact that I can walk down the hallway and only fall into the wall a few times means I'm scamming folks with this whole crippled business. Riiiiiiiiiiiight.
On the good side, I got all my referrals re-activated (after a mail mix-up), so I'll be seeing more specialists in the near future. Endo, neuro and rheumo are all on deck, and I'll finally be getting the brain MRI and the EMG ordered back in March.
Ro came home from school and told me she'd accidentally swung into a 4-year-old at the playground (the kids regularly go to the playground on their way home from school; I'm certainly not discouraging it). The munchkin saw other kids pushing their friends and decided to run up into the swing arc to push Ro. She also screamed when she realized she got too close, so Ro now has a bite mark on her side.
I suited up Guinness and headed to the playground to make sure everything was ok. NNow, I've been feeling like death on toast points ever since I collapsed last week, so Guinness hasn't been getting much exercise. He was so excited to be out that he ended up dumping me out of the chair - three times. First he ran to say hi to a loose dog, I hit the curb and spilled. Then, after visiting the kids at the playground, he saw Ro's friend K and wanted to say hi to her, so he drug me over and rammed my chair into her bike. She's got a scratch on her leg from that. Then on the way home, he saw K's brother P and ran me into another curb trying to say hi. *sigh* I know it's my fault for not exercising him more, but it's still frustrating. I may have to resort to using the e-collar until he gets it into his head that tossing me out of the chair really isn't that great an idea. I've got some spectacular bruises now.
Then K decided a scrape on the leg wasn't dramatic enough, and started telling people Guinness bit her. Now, I'm the first to admit he's noisy, but he's never bitten anyone. He was in my view the whole time, and he didn't bite her this afternoon. I hate liars, especially when the lie they're telling puts me and mine in danger. If I get reported to the housing folks as having a "vicious dog," they can tell us to either get rid of Guinness or move off-base. Not good.
Icing on that particular shit-cake is that K also started telling people I don't need the chair. Yes, she's seen me walk. I do that in the house to keep my leg muscles from atrophying. It's part of my hope that I'm going to be able to walk normally again someday. But yeah, in her eyes the fact that I can walk down the hallway and only fall into the wall a few times means I'm scamming folks with this whole crippled business. Riiiiiiiiiiiight.
On the good side, I got all my referrals re-activated (after a mail mix-up), so I'll be seeing more specialists in the near future. Endo, neuro and rheumo are all on deck, and I'll finally be getting the brain MRI and the EMG ordered back in March.
