When Teddy pulled out his stitches (if that’s what happened) last Thursday, I didn’t have a single thing with which to properly dress his wound. I ended up wrapping it in a paper towel, taping it with wrapping tape and putting a sock on it. That very night I went on Amazon and ordered a small first aid kit. I know it’s important to have one in the house. I’ve always had one, but I guess when I moved that, among other things, just vanished. I ordered one for pets with the stuff you need if you trim their nails and they bleed. All the other stuff? It’s not species specific. It was a small kit I could put in my day pack.
Monday rolled around and the mail arrived. Since Teddy’s Great Adventure, noise at the front door is no longer greeted by fierce barking and other racket. I went out later to get the mail and there was a big, heavy bag with a box inside and in my mailbox another package from Amazon, smaller and soft. I brought everything inside, and opened it all.
Two first aid kits??? The box was a giant, complete, beautiful first aid kit. One of the others — a small bag — contained the first aid kit for pets. I was terrified. Had I ordered TWO first aid kits and didn’t remember? I began having visions of being at my docs and taking the exam where you have to identify the elephant and not being able to. Was that where things were going?
With incipient dementia in the back of my, uh, mind, I went through the tasks I’d planned to do yesterday. The main task was organizing my stock of notecards. As I worked, I kept thinking, “Is the reason I can’t keep track of this stuff? Because I’m on the threshold of ‘the home’?” Some of the women in my family have gotten dementia — including my mom — and I really don’t want that to happen. Of course, if it does, maybe I won’t know but THEY knew.
Then in the afternoon I got a text from a friend, “Did you get my valentine present?”
I THEN thought to go on Amazon to see if I HAD ordered two first aid kits. I hadn’t. Why didn’t I do that SOONER? Was it another symptom?
I texted back, “is it a large, beautiful first aid kit?”
“YES! Do you like it?”
I hope they are like the fan belt I carried in my VW Bug for years and years, a talisman against a broken fan belt. Teddy soldiers on. He’s learned to sit still and give me his paw when he wants to go outside and I have to cover his foot with a baggy. I found a heavy duty one that does a good job. 10 more days in the cone, four days until he gets his wound checked. He really did a number on himself.
For those of you who don’t fanatically follow my blog, about 10 days ago my little mini-Aussie, Teddy, launched himself into the glass of my front door when the UPS guy came. One foot went through the glass, resulting in two serious lacerations. I took him to the vet, they stitched them up (at least one of them). Then, last week I found one of the wounds was open, resulting in another trip to the vet, more serious sutures, wrapping and a cone. He’s doing OK, is used to the cone and, hopefully, healing well under all that.