I had been having chest pain on and off all day Saturday. Around 7PM,
the pain became serious. The pain ran down my left arm and it became
numb. That got my attention.
I have an autoimmune disease, polymyositis, which affects all the muscles
in my body, including my heart. So that is the why of my delay.
They jumped into high gear when Mr. Natural told them I was having chest
pain. I am not very good at being on the receiving end of healthcare.
They drew cardiac enzymes, took my blood pressure frequently, and admitted
me. I was stuck in a hosp--my worst nightmare--because I am alleric to
nearly all meds.
I was discharged at 3PM the following day with instructions to see my doctor.
They concluded that the polymyositis was responsible for the chest pain.
Going home was great. And a disaster. Mollie (new puppie) was on
the back porch; I heard all this screaming. So I went on the backporch
to see what the ruckus was all about. There was this girl screaming and
crying hysterically in my driveway. I had never seen her before. I asked
what was wrong. She was yelling, crying--said she was sorry and didn't
mean for it to happen--again I asked "What?" She said, "My dog got loose
and is chasing your chickens." I noted there was no leash in her hand. I
turned to go and tell Mr. Natural of the situation--when I lost my balance
and went screaming and flying through the air. I landed hard--3 falls to my
back in a time span of 5 weeks. Not a good thing. I had been taking Baclofen
due to the severity of my back and neck pain--and it does help. Anyway. Mr.
came to rescue me--and I told him I was alive, but there was a springer spaniel
in the yard and chasing our chickens. The screaming continued. I had to know
what was going on. I drug myself to the railing and slowly pulled myself up to
a standing position. Mollie was watching everything.
I walked slowly through the house, and made it to the front door. By
then Dad and Mom had joined the screaming girl. She obviously knew
nothing about dogs. Screaming only excites the dog further. Then the
Dad said "I'll pay you for the d--- chickens. My Natural was trying to
defuse the situation, but when "that man" said what he did--I was furious--
and for good reason. When the chickens first went to their house, we both
went there and told them we would keep them up, just to please let us
know, and we gave them a dozen eggs. They told us later they loved the
eggs and the chickens were welcome anytime. They had quit hanging
out near their house. These people have 6 dogs--3 big ones and 3 very
ill-tempered and poorly trained dachshunds. More than one had snapped
at me. They were smart enough not to bite me though. By that time I had
already lost one chicken. They had told me their dachshunds were hunters.
The woman then said, "Keep your d--- chickens out of our yard." The chickens
had not been anywhere close to their house due to the fact that I suspected
they had turned the dogs loose on a lone chicken more than once, and I was
watching them extra close due to loss of Sweetie. I know those 3 mutts killed
Sweetie. I couldn't prove it--but about time she was due to show up, those
3 beasties started barking and growling, and where it went down was exactly
where Sweetie would leave the road to cut through the yard and come down
the hill headed home. I had fallen on that hill. That "Good Christian"
woman saw me on the ground, no way to get up, and turned and walked
back in the house. That type of religious belief turns my stomach. "True
Christians" would never act like they were acting the time I fell. Or try to
blame the chickens for their dog's behavior. I lost it then. My puppy will
outweigh their mastiff by the time it reaches 6 months to a year. It is gaining
4 pounds per week. It was stupid what I said, and I wish I hadn't said
it now. Means I can never leave her outside alone. I don't trust any of
them. They have 6 dogs. In this state you have to have a kennel license
to have even 5 dogs. I said, that I had a dog, and within 6 months if any
of their mutts came into our yard--they wouldn't leave alive. Mr. Natural
told me quietly I was making things worse and to go back in the house.
I did--by then I could barely walk.
I ended up with 4 bulging discs in my lower back and one not as badly
damaged disc in neck area. Messed up--oh yeah, And I'm allergic to
anesthesia and most drugs given IV. I just quit breathing. So if it wasn't for
Mollie, I don't know what I'd do. She has kept me distracted with her
puppie antics.
All for now---
Kate Thorn
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