and THEN

It was a beautiful, still (comparatively) morning, and Bear WANTED to be caught, so I gently grabbed her collar, put on her harness and changed my shoes. Teddy was only too happy to be caught. It’s been almost a week since we’ve been able to GET OUT THERE. Some wind is better than no wind because it keeps the bugs away and it’s cooling.

It was so nice to see the mountains again after a week or so of skies filled with dust. We got out of Bella and hit the trail. A little ways in was a dead and flattened garter snake, a sign that for the next couple of months dogs don’t get to go sniffing around in the bushes and tall grass. Garter snakes are harmless, but they are not the only snakes on this part of the planet. “You stay away from those guys, all of them, living and dead,” I said to Teddy and he may or may not have gotten that but he’ll hear it again and again in the coming months. Looked to me like someone ran over the snake OR a bird dropped it to kill it and then it got run over.

It’s a hungry time out here as I realized (once more) seeing that somebody got a nice meal of scrambled eggs.

Duck or coot, I don’t know. Fox, coyote, badger, skunk, musk rat, raccoon, who knows…

And then my watch rang. I love this Dick Tracy thing. It’s just amazing. It was my doctor’s office. My PA.

“Martha? This is Michelle. How are you?”

“I’m great! I’m out with my dogs and the wind isn’t blowing 100 miles and hour.”

“Be careful what you say,” she said, laughing.

“OK. You’re right. It’s not blowing YET.”

“That’s better.” Then she informed me that the test indicated moderate plaque in my arteries, and the doc is upping my dosage of my meds. I didn’t know what that meant, and my heart was in my throat for a minute. BUT I know how to ask questions such as, “That’s good news, right?”

“Oh yes, that’s good news.” If I were a doc’s office I’d start with “Good news!” and then the rest of it.

While all this was going on I was watching a golden eagle hunt. When I hung up I thought, “Well, if I’m going to get old lady news on my Dick Tracy watch in the middle of nowhere, how could it be better than while I’m watching a golden eagle hunt?” Because, you know, I’d be a poorer human if I never saw an eagle fly.

You can barely see him but he’s there. ❤

10 thoughts on “and THEN

  1. Little Teddy makes me smile, the eggs make me sad, and I was waiting for the other shoe to drop with the phone call. Up your meds and that’s it? Ok, then. More walks, Bear and Teddy! And, you guys, please watch for snakes.

    • It’s all really, really good news. Upping the meds is not surprising as they haven’t been changed in 15 years. Now I understand why. I looked at all my labs this afternoon (learned they are available to me on the patient portal of the clinic) and, in all the conventional ways of evaluating this, I’m in really good shape heart wise. All the values are excellent so… I’m very glad I did this. 🙂

      The ducks and coots would like you to know that it’s OK with them. It saves them the really dark necessity of dealing with baby overpopulation themselves. They are ducks and coots and their attitude is, “Better eggs than us.” It just has to be a little scary for them when a predator comes up on them, but, then, they can fly.

      Nature is absolutely devoid of sentiment. ❤

      • Nature is absolutely devoid of sentiment–that is so true. And then there’s me yelling at the TV: “Stop filming for cryin’ out loud and stop that lion from going after the little deer!” I have a conflicted relationship with nature.

        • Me too. I think it might be one of the good aspects of being human. But nature isn’t malicious or greedy or any of our terrible faults so… I always root for the little guy even when the big guy needs to eat, too. ❤

  2. That is such a relief – the good health news, the walking in the Refuge , being out with the wind not knocking you over and having both dogs with you! To see a golden eagle hunting is something I’d love to see!!

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