Iris and Hazel have been home for a few days with a virus or two, but we're coping fine.
"Pet Doctors?"
"Hi, this is Susan with the high-maintenance rabbits."
Iggy Hop got stuck in the sliding door last night and started having spasms, whether neurologically, pain or anxiety induced I couldn't tell so we took him to the vet again. He's got no broken bones and has had no spasms today, he goes back for another ranges of limb-motion check and delousing in a few minutes. We're coping fine.
"Hazel, can you move your fingers?"
"... it hurts ..."
"The tendon's still working, which is good, and Mum's done a good job with the steri-strips."
I was practicing Archibald MacDonald of Keppoch and the children were in the kitchen with a video because they're home from school with a virus or two when I heard Hazel's pain-cry. Her hand was dripping blood. It transpired she had been whittling soft particle board with a new kitchen knife and had sliced two fingers on her left hand quite badly. On her forefinger a bit has come right off and on her middle finger there's a deep slice but the skin was still there. I rinsed it under the cold tap and let it drip a bit while I got the bandage supplies. Sean met us at the doctor, they checked her movement and my work. She goes back on Monday to see how it's progressing.
We're coping fine.
Oh my... coping sounds like a better verb than 'doing' to proceed 'fine'
ReplyDeleteAnd that song is a perfect one for such times... it was one of the first songs I learned when I relearned the violin. And the youtube clip.. both those artists are friend/colleagues of my violin teacher in Boston!