Back to Work

If you are reading the header to this post it must be done in a whine because that is how I am feeling.

We came back to life in the 'burbs and are back to being landlocked. 
We had rented the home from Friday to Friday. 
We thought we'd come back to have 2 days to get into the faster life over a couple of days. Nope. ER for Izzy the Wonder Dog. 
Not certain just yet what is wrong with her but I will keep you posted as I know things. Scary stuff, I wish she could talk it would be so helpful. 

The day before I left I had to go to the Podiatrist. 
This past winter I fell down a flight of stairs if you recall me writing about that.
I fell down the stairs, went around a corner, grabbed a baluster, got myself upright and came down on my feet hard. It was a great Olympic move. 
Rick was walking into the house from the garage and saw me and said, "hey that was a 10" having no idea I had fallen. 
It has made a complete mess on my right side.
I keep putting off everything thinking it will work itself off but it hasn't. 
The foot pain was so bad I couldn't get a pedicure and have her touch me on the back of my heel without screaming in pain. I got to the point that I could not move my foot from my ankle towards me or away from me. 
So it was time to go see someone. Heels could not be worn. That was the breaking point for me.

Long story longer, I have mucked up my Achilles. Not torn thankfully. 
They gave me anti-inflammatories and I have to wear a walking boot for 6 weeks. ARGH! 
It's so cumbersome and difficult to walk in. It makes me taller on my right side so then you walk weirdly which throws off your hips and back. 
Honestly, this old age shit sucks. The doctor said to never wear completely flat shoes (I NEVER do) because it will be worse and no bare feet. Which I do all day long until I go outside with the dog. So no high heels/kitten heels, no flip flops, no bare feet. Geez!

I wear it as much as I can. At the lake, of course, I did not wear it while on the boat or in the water or on a beach. It has helped me a great deal which is wonderful. 
But it is difficult to go up and down the stairs in that thing. 
When I came home with this on Izzy wouldn't leave my side. 
I think she felt she was helping me. And she was in her own sweet way. 
The boot inflates so it really becomes a compression which feels rather good. 
But I want it off sooner than later. It is really feeling so much better. 

 Everyone always asks me if the lake is clean. Here is a photo of the lake I took from the boat. Looks good to me. (Yes, with my long lens.)

 

 Here is Izzy's summer vacation.  (Ours will be later in the week.)

After a day of swimming, this is what she did below. We, adults, did too. Honestly, she just wants to be in the water. 

At 5am she would wake us with her water toy (bumper)in her mouth and want to go down to the lake. 

It pained us all to wait until daylight. 

 She just won't come into the house after swimming. She sits on the porch and stares at us but won't go inside. Silly girl. This is her way of telling us she was not ready to be inside.

 These two need to get a room. She swam to him. Puts her back legs on his thighs and her front paws on his arm and she just relaxes a bit. 

It's pretty funny to witness.

She did so much of this below that is why she was so tired.

If I ran back and forth swimming or running in sand for 4 hrs a day I would collapse too. I probably wouldn't need to lose weight either. The vet said she was in such good shape and her leg muscles were beautiful. 

Good, now fix the poor girls liver.  

And lastly, this is her 2nd favorite thing. Going Fishing with Rick. 

She makes noises when she sees the fish and gets oh so upset when he loses the fish. She will grunt and growl at him as if to say, "you damn fool you lost the fish!"

It's crazy busy here today. I started this at 7:30am. It's now after 11AM. 

Fill you in on our vacation when I get out from under all this damn work!