Update: Anchor Foal

So I owe everyone an explanation, because I'd said I was shooting for the first weekend of August on this chapter, and...  this isn't exactly it.  We are a good temporal distance from 'it'.  So, without going full blog...

The random-grab image of Scootaloo is glaring at me.

...she has fresh hairline vertebrae fractures at L4 and L5.  Fell asleep sitting up, then fell out of bed.  Refused the ER and X-rays, it took me days to get her in, then there was an MRI, and -- short form:  this month has been wall-to-wall doctor's appointments.  Some of them were scheduled, a few were emergency visits, a number were rescheduled, and not even weekends were immune.  She has her stress care appointment coming up on Saturday, and tomorrow is the telemedicine call from the doctor who did the cement injection on her last vertebrae fractures.  I'm just hoping I can figure out how to set up a video link on the tablet, because I have no smartphone and I'm not happy about having him see her by voice alone.

(He has seen the MRI results and upon receiving them, requested that we get in contact with him.  So at the very least, he's working with current information.)  

I just looked at my schedule sheet.  There were eleven arranged appointments in August, and that's just what's brought us to today.  There are more for the rest of the month.  There's two tomorrow (counting the telemedicine as one, then urology in the afternoon) and three on Thursday.  Today was a covid clearance, because #1 on Thursday is a breathing test and she has to be verified as covid-negative for that.  Things steady out somewhat after the 22nd, but there's a pain management followup on the epidural for the 31st, I have to schedule dental and optometry, she may be getting some eyelid skin removed due to vision interference...

August has been a blur of doctors and waiting rooms.  Also vibration chairs, because she's now had four of those six bladder treatments.  The last two are this week.  And between calling, driving, and filling out forms, something over two weeks blurred by.

Today, I got the covid clearance done early:  I was lucky enough to have all the paperwork waiting for us.  And then once we got home, I put my foot down and kept it there until 6400 words of promised update had finally emerged.

There should be one more Anchor Foal chapter for August:  I pretty much have the events scheduled.  I should have a chance to compose it on Wednesday, because that serves as the blank space between appointments and Thursday's endless wild hospital ride.  There's still a chance to get five postings up before September.

But when I look back at August of 2020...  I'm going to see a lot of waiting rooms.

And masks.

I keep baking my mask supply to resterilize and extend its life.

Thirty minutes at 165F.  Try it at home.