I have previously written about Gremlins and suggested sending some of those who beset me, to visit those who do not open and read my articles. I wish I could get heard from everyone who do and find out how their week has been. Did those who read my articles avoid the gremlins I sent out? What about those who do not read my articles? Did they have a particularly bad week? Was it really the gremlins that bother me deciding that he or she was a juicier target than I was?
In some ways, my week has been better and in many ways, it has been no better.
I am still dealing with a car with two flat tires. Christmas may be the real culprit here, as I have no money to buy new tires. This means that each morning I have to remember to attach the compressor to the tire and inflate it to the correct pressure. The right side mirror is broken again. This time it is Ann's fault. This takes the score to at least one in her favor on who has hit the garage wall the most. At least I believe it does. It is always possible she could remind me that the pain can overwhelm me and make my memory inaccurate.
At least there is duck tape and there are some wonderful colors and designs as well as the boring gray default color. Moreover, I have a compressor and can blow the tire up each day.
Oh! The Pain!
My shoulder still hurts from my fall on December 18 last year. My doctor tells me he wants to wait until February 1 and see if it still hurts. If it does not then we can assume it was the quarter-sized breeze on the top of the shoulder. If it still hurts then the tear in the labral is the cause and he will need to do surgery. This surgery will effectively take my right arm out of service for the next 3 or 4 months. This will be problematic for me as my left arm has RSD / CRPS and it hurts horribly to use it. Right now, the right arm also hurts horribly if I use it. My problem is that the pain staying in my right arm and shoulder after the 6-week healing period may be because of RSD / CRPS. The pain from every other trauma I have suffered since being condemned with this devil-spawned disease has stayed, so why should this continued pain do anything else?
Actually, I do not really care about the pain as this is my life and what is one more pain? It is not as if this is something new. I will just deal with it as I have every other pain I have. It does give me something to moan about, because and we all like to moan sometimes do not we?
My wife, Ann, had a scare with a possible blood clot and is finding it hard to walk. The pain in her leg and foot is now constant. Fortunately, we have health insurance, no mean feat in our current society. We were able to go to the hospital and get an ultrasound scan to check that there was no blood clot. It still hurts but at least it is not life threatening.
And then there are the dogs
Then there is the problem of the dogs. We have three dogs. This may not seem to be a problem for many of you. It certainly is not one for Ann. I personally do not like dogs. I know, I know! Why then, do we have three? It is a little complicated, but I will try to explain. It is fascinating, so if your nate is loose, read on and let's get it tightened.
By 2010, our main dog, Misty, was getting old and becoming somewhat frail. She was finding it impossible to get up and down the stairs from the deck to the back yard to do her business. She was an Australian Shepherd and too big to be carried or even dragged up and down the stairs.
To forestall the problem of having to put Misty out of her considerable misery, I bought Ann an emergency backup dog, Moose. He was a Cocker Spaniel with a major brain disability. We did not immediately realize he had a mental disorder but, after watching him chase cars up and down the road outside our house, we realized he was an adrenaline junkie. I used to joke to people who came to the door about making sure they killed him outright so we did not have the horror of him suffering somewhere on the road. Fortunately, or unfortunately really, Ann was driving the car he got too close to and she fatally ran over him. To soften the blow, I immediately bought a new dog, a Cocker Spaniel puppy we named Rosie.
Moment of madness
After Misty passed on, in a moment of madness I bought a puppy to be a therapy dog for my children. Then Christmas 2014, we bought a cross breed, Chihuahua, Jack Russell, Maltese, puppy as a present for our then four-year-old daughter.
This means that we have the main dog, Rosie, the Cocker Spaniel. Then there is our emergency backup dog, Dallas, an Australian Shepherd. Finally there is the extra, a small yappy dog, Beau, or as everyone else calls him Bo-Bo. I call him Bo-Zo and this name is beginning to catch on.
My problem is that Dallas and Bo-Zo are males and want to constantly bark up the neighborhood and bother other people and their dogs. I am constantly harassed by them to let them out and then, shortly after, to let them in again. I am then harassed again to let them out. If I allowed it, this cycle would be repeated every five minutes.
Rosie believes she is alpha dog and refuses to accept that I am in charge. She does not want to go out for any longer than is needed to do her business. This means that, at times, I have to force her to go out. She then immediately claims to be back in. The “boys” often ask to be back in, but run away as soon as they reach the back door. This is when I feel inclined to let them loose, but I do not, because I am a nice person who does not want to sleep in the dog cage.
Do not open the door!
The dogs are under my feet constantly trying to steal food, barking at whatever they think is going on outside, chewing things and noisily fighting. When visitors come to our house, I frequently appear to be calling the visitor names as I shout and push the dogs out of the way when I open the door. Visitors sometimes stop moving when they hear me shout “stay”, not realizing I am talking to the dogs.
By sheer weight of numbers, one or more of them often gets out. We no longer want to let Dallas out without being tied up, as a neighbor has threatened to shoot him if he gets into their yard again. So him escaping through the front door is a major problem. Where Dallas goes, Bo-zo follows, and we have two dogs being pests with targets painted on their backs. Rosie simply runs around the house and begins to scratch at the back door, demanding to be back in again.
I call the dogs Useless, Pointless and Worthless. Although these names are catching on with the family, no one is sure which dog fits which name.
If we make the mistake of taking them with us when we go out, they complain constantly when we are in the car. This whining, whimpering and general dog noise irritates everyone in the car and the children become irritable. This is when they tend to agree with the dogs new names. Once at our destination we have the issue of preventing the dogs escaping. Rosie once chased some gulls for about a mile across and around a frozen lake. I wanted to just go home, but then I am the devil incarnate when it comes to dogs, so I was overridden by everyone else. They all went off in hot pursuit, eventually retrieving the dog.
We have chewed dog toys, chewed people shoes and recently a chewed electrical socket. In the past, we have had dogs chew holes in the walls and in one mad two hour escapade, Misty chewed the door frame, door and floor off.
It begins to look like it is not gremlins causing my problems. Maybe it is the dogs!
Now, take it easy
Before all of you dog lovers begin unfriending me or sending me flames and hate mail. remember that, even though I do not like dogs, we have three of them. I accept them because they do work as therapy dogs. Not for me, but for everyone else. Misty allowed over 100 foster children to abuse her as only babies and toddlers can. She never once complained. Never growled or got angry. When they hurt her, she simply whimpered.
It seems that the dogs are another distraction to go along with the children we have at home. I have the constant round of doctors, dentists, therapists, school meetings, school car pooling, the occasional hospital and ER visits to keep me preoccupied. Then there is the irritation of things like why if the price of oil has plummeted to below $ 30 a barrel, are gas prices going up? These are apparently insufficient to keep my mind off my pain and I need the dogs to fill that void.
We did not get back to the gremlins and I promise I will next time, but I hope you have seen the answer to the problem of things going bad, is to find things that are positive in the blackness, Having things to distract me from my pains is how I manage to ignore them. The pain has gone nowhere, but I am too busy dong other things to let it bother me. You too can hopefully find many positive things to distract you from your pain, whether it be mental, spiritual, emotional or physical.