This is Awkward

   I haven't written anything in a while. Way too long a while, honestly.
   I've had stuff I could have written about, but I didn't. And things I wanted to write about, but I couldn't. 

   If you continue, you might see a side of me you haven't seen before. My backside, to be precise. 

   So, let me see, first a little background. Years ago I worked security at a bar. The worst thing that I ever had to do was break up a fight between 2 females. That hasn't changed. Thursday night when Yvette was coming in the house, 2 of the dogs started fighting. I don't know why, they might not know why either. But we were working to separate them. Yvette had one dog by the collar trying to pull her away and when we got them apart, I got between them.

   And that's when I got bit. I kinda got lucky. When the dog bit me, she bit where my can of snuff is in my back pocket so she couldn't get her mouth to close but so far. But it was enough.

   I think it was enough, don't you think it was enough? This was

Dog bite after 2½ hours

2½ hours after. It was starting to bruise nicely and it was painful. And felt hard to the touch. And I couldn't stand to sit on that side. And I couldn't lay on my right side in bed without some minor discomfort.

   But it gets better. Or worse, depending on how you look at it. I woke up during the

Dog bite after 7½ hr

night with some not quite as minor discomfort so I decided to take a picture. The bruise is getting bigger. And darker. And firmer. And more painful.

   In the morning I told Yvette I was going to the doctor. She agreed that that was a good idea. The diagnosis was a hematoma. With a recommendation of putting ice on it. And take aspirin or Tylenol or something OTC for pain. So that's what I did. 

   I took another picture Friday night at 8:30. 24 hours after

Dog bite after 24 hr

the bite. I'm not sure if it's done getting worse or not. You probably should tune in tonight or tomorrow sometime. Hopefully I'll remember to take a picture and write something about it.

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There's a Song About This

   Seriously, there is.
   I ordered something and I had to go pick it up at the store. No big deal. I've doned that before. I can handle this.
   You may or may not know, the first semi-appropriate thought that goes through my head is probably coming out of my mouth. I say semi-appropriate because it might not always be appropriate words, but it relates to the situation.
   As I walk up to the counter and lay my drivers license down, the lady behind the counter says "I love you."
   Wow, this lady takes her work at pick up VERY seriously. So I reply, "I love you, too?"
   She picks up my license and is typing my name in and asks how she can help me. So I replied "don't tell my wife that you told me you love me?"
  She kinda laughed and told me she had my address. I told her it was too far away for her to go just to tell my wife. She said she had my phone number too. And how did I know she didn't know somebody from around there.
   I told her I wouldn't be surprised if she did. Then she said she didn't know anybody there, she grew up in Pennsylvania. 
  I told her my wife grew up in Pennsylvania so she asked what part. 
   I was putting my license back on my billfold as I told her just north of Pittsburgh. Natrona. Natrona Heights. Something like that.
   I look up and she's looking down shaking her head. I'm used to that reaction, but I had to find out WHY she was shaking her head.
   She grew up in Murrysville. Her mother was from Franklin Park. And her dad was from Alliquippa. All less than 50 miles from Natrona Heights.
   I walked out humming:

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I Am One!

   Well, technically one in four.
   When I went to my appointment I carried my support group with me. I've gained 3 since my last visit to the doctor. 2 that tried to take my spot at church, and one that Hannah gave me.(she's had it since Christmas)
   At least if I understood the nurse right. I could barely hear her when I answered the phone.  She said something about some kind of thyroidism and they were calling in 💊 for me. 

   So I looked up thyroid and radiation following cancer. And it said hypothyroidism was a 25% possibility following radiation. 
   Then I googled the symptoms:

• Fatigue- yep, had that one lately
• Increased sensitivity to cold - dunno, it's been 100° recently
• Constipation- not been a problem
• Dry skin- possibly
• Weight gain- yep
• Puffy face-sort of
• Hoarseness- yep
• Muscle weakness- yeah sorta
• Elevated blood cholesterol level- nothing new
• Muscle aches, tenderness and stiffness- yeah
• Pain, stiffness or swelling in your joints- oh yeah
• Thinning hair - possibly
• Slowed heart rate - yeah
• Depression - uh huh
• Impaired memory - I'm not sure
• Heavier than normal or irregular menstrual periods - pretty sure that's a no.

   If you want to know how I could have all these symptoms and not realize something was wrong. I've been trying to quit dipping. (I know I should have never started back, save the lectures) a lot of these symptoms are the same as nicotine withdrawal. I work a job that is physically demanding for 12 hour shifts. I average around 16000 steps(around 8.5 miles)per day.

   The good news is, they have drugs to treat that. I've started taking them. I think maybe I've been a little more energetic since I started taking them. 

   I have something that can be handled, something that can be treated and an appointment in 7 weeks to check my thyroid hormone levels in my blood. 

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I'm a Patient Person

  

    Well, kinda. Not always. 
   I TRY to be a patient person. But sometimes it's so hard.
   Like today. I went and has a one year CT scan. I have to wait until Thursday to see the doctor and get the results. I'm praying they're good. I'm hoping they're good. But I won't know until Thursday. 
   If you've ever seen Airplane! (the movie) I'll probably be the Lloyd Bridges character by Thursday. "I picked a bad time to try to quit tobacco."
   I wish I could just go to bed and sleep until Thursday morning. But I'm not sure I could sleep 60 hours. Plus, I've got stuff I need to do. Stuff Yvette wants me to do. Stuff I want to do. 
   So sleeping for 60 hours is out. 
   Maybe I'll get a chance to go sow some seeds tomorrow.
   Or go spray something with roundup. 
   Or find an ax and chop down a tree. 
   It'd take my mind off the waiting.

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#MonarchChallenge Success

 I posted a picture on Facebook a few weeks ago, maybe on Instagram or Twitter too. I'm not really sure.
   This picture right here.

It's Jeremiah, Brayden, Gabe, Zeke and Zara with Bella. They are standing behind milkweed plants. I got the milkweed through myBASF. It's part of their Living Acres #MonarchChallenge  I learned about it because one of the Grills kids, Hunter, was in a video. (He's not a kid, he's grown man, but his dad was one of the Grills boys so he has to be one of the kids. I guess. I don't know.)
   I went and signed up last year. and then this spring I got an email saying that my shipment was on its way. I didn't video planting the little plants. I didn't take pictures of them after I had planted them. They didn't really look too promising to tell the truth. There were 18 of them. I planted 6 in each of 3 locations. Watered them. Then I watered them again about a week later. Then I watered them some more.The ones here in the back yard have done the best. There were actually 3 blooms. 
   But I never saw any butterflies around them. I was walking around the yard yesterday and I noticed there were caterpillars. CATERPILLARS were EATING on my MILKWEED

MMyILKWEED!!!! 

   How dare they? 
   I planted those for the Butterflies. The Monarch butterflies.
   Actually. That's what I hoped to happen. It's what was supposed to happen.
   That was the goal of the program.
   Monarch butterflies come from caterpillars. And MONARCH butterflies only lay their eggs that develop into caterpillars on milkweed. If you don't see them in that picture. I zoomed in for a closer look.

There are 4 of them in all. The 2 up top. And these 2. Happily munching away on my milkweed! #Monarch Challenge Success!

 #ForTheFuture


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Ag is in my blood, That's why there's calf poo on my arm

   Yes. 
Calf Poo. 
On. 
My. 
Arm.
   It happens. Especially if you work on a farm with livestock. You may be thinking to yourself "but he doesn't work on a farm, he doesn't have any livestock, how DID the calf poo get on his arm?" Those are very good questions. Let me explain.
   Zara had cheer practice at DCHS last Sunday night from 7:30-9:00. When I was taking her, there were 2 girls out in the pasture at the high school by a fairly new baby calf. As I was leaving from dropping her off, the 2 girls were moving across the pasture towards the rest of the herd and I noticed there were 2 women outside the fence. They were very noticeable because one of them was shooting white foam at the fence. (I stopped because, well, because that was interesting) 
I got out of the car and one lady said, "We're killing wasps!" I could thoroughly support that kind of behavior, cause I hate wasps. Then we talked briefly about the calves (one of the cows had just had twins the day before. A bull and a heifer. And the heifer was the one that was with her. The bull which is guaranteed to be okay is the one that wasn't with the cow. The heifer, which has a 90%+ probability of being a freemartin, was with the cow.)
   They were talking about getting the cow and both calves up to the barn. I went home and when I went to pick up Zara I saw them sitting in front of the barn. So I stopped to see how the calves were doing.
   They had gotten the bull up to the barn, but the heifer and cow were still in the pasture. They were waiting on someone to come from somewhere to help get them up. They asked if I wanted to get them up. Hmmmm.
   I went on home and asked Yvette if I could go back to the school and help them get the cow and calf up to the barn. Yvette said, "If you think you can help, go ahead"
   I put on my shoes and went back to the school. I introduced myself and told them who my child was that had had Ag class last year.  They wanted me to know that one of the cows was less than friendly. Her name is Loca and she lives up to her name. I said they should have named her Big Friendly Baby. And then the person they were waiting on showed up with somebody with them. So we headed out to the pasture. 
   It wasn't a perfectly smooth roundup. First they tried to bring the cows to the gate and slip a halter on the cow they needed. Her name was Maggie. Her daughter was named Edith. She was the white one (a Charolais. They were all white ones) She wasn't having nothing to do with that. (Ain't Nobody Got Time For That!)

Brayden met Maggie

Then we tried taking them across the pasture to go through the gate to go to the barn. We're stumbling around in a pasture in the dark. We sort of chased the cows. The grass was almost knee high and wet. Then the cows turned back and kind of chased us. (Remember, one cow is less than friendly. She's a white one. They're all white ones. You can't really tell which one the unfriendly one is, so...run) It only took 3 attempts to finally get the cow more or less where they wanted her. 
   They tried driving the cow up the alley with the calf outside the fence. She didn't really like that idea. So I did what I've done before that worked. I started walking the calf up the outside of the fence and talking to her and the cow. Mostly nonsense.       Talking about walking around and new adventures and her being like my children and my wife because we started on this trip to the barn and barely get started and she had to stop and use the bathroom and then we started again and she had to stop and use the bathroom again and how there used to be a character on tv with the same name as her and Rod Stewart sang a song years ago about someone with the same name as her mother and how nice it was going to be when she got to the barn. 
   When we finally got to the end of the alley they finally got the halter on Maggie I scooped Edith up on my arms and walked to the gate where one of the nice ladies opened the gate for me and then I sat down in the hatchback of a vehicle and I held Edith while the driver drove to the barn.

Reunited

I don't remember any of their names, and they probably don't remember mine. They didn't care about my name.. They didn't need my help. But I had a special skill that they could utilize. (20 years of marriage has taught me to take orders from a lady😉)
   The calves seem to be doing fine. But that's how I wound up with calf poo on my arms.
   It made me realize that I miss having livestock and at the save time made me realizeI don't miss stuff like that at all....

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