Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound.
Well…first off…it is August already! Oh my! Hard to believe that Christmas is only a few months away. I know, I know, I can hardly wait either! Anyway, I am ending the month of July with some “boo-boos,” and I know what you are thinking: “You are getting old. What do you expect?” OK, get it out of your system so I can finish my story.
So I was getting ready for my bath Friday night. I pull off my shirt and lo and behold, there is an apple-size, purple bruise on my right biceps. I figured I blew a blood vessel at the gym, or when I was hauling 5-gallon buckets of water to the potted plants around my house. It did not hurt, but it certainly looked ugly and a tad worrisome.
So Saturday morning I went to the quick medical office attached to our local hospital to make sure I was not missing something and learn how to exactly take care of this major boo-boo. The doctor took a blood sample to make sure my platelets were OK [which they were], and told me to take it easy and use ice, then heat. Good news. The blood pooling has faded dramatically, and about half of it has been absorbed back into my body. I can start flexing my biceps again! The other boo-boo was just as unexpected. A few days after my first discovery, I made discovery No. 2: a number of welts around my waist and legs. I evidently wandered into a nice little hive of chiggers while I was I was taking some pictures of a flowering vine. I hate chigger bites. You don’t feel them when they bite you, but the bites swell up into large welts, and for several days they demand to be itched. Thankfully, their aggravation level has peaked and they are also almost a faded memory. What can I say? Yes, I am getting old, but to tell the truth, I have very delicate skin!
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“Don’t look back. You’re not going that way.” – Dogpound Wisdom
A man was sleeping when his wife shook him and said, “Wake up, someone is breaking in!” The man had gone through this almost every night for 20 years, and he knew that the only way he would get any rest was to go and check it out. This time, however, there was a man with a gun who entered to rob the house. As the thief was about to flee, the man said, “You have to come with me and meet my wife.” The thief said, “Why would you want me to meet your wife?” The man replied, “Well, she’s been expecting you for 20 years.”
A big, burly man visited a pastor’s home and asked to see the minister’s wife, a woman well known for her charitable impulses. “Madam,” he said in a broken voice, “I wish to draw your attention to the terrible plight of a poor family in this district. The father is dead, the mother is too ill to work, and the nine children are starving. They are about to be turned into the cold, empty streets unless someone pays their rent, which amounts to $400.” “How terrible!” exclaimed the preacher’s wife. “May I ask who you are?” The sympathetic visitor applied his handkerchief to his eyes. “I’m the landlord,” he sobbed.
Well, I need to stop and tend to my bruises and welts. As always, be good, do good, play safe, and remember, it is a dangerous place out there, so be careful.