The Native Iowan

Sunday here. I am one week post ankle surgery. Being on-the-mend is a tough job. Its a long-ish tale…

One week ago at 6am I walked into the admissions ward of the Sunshine Coast University Hospital. Six hours later I “came-to” with my right ankle in a big cast. The surgery took 90minutes and, as my Saw-Bones said, “was a very satisfying procedure”…

A large tear in one tendon, and a bone-fragment hanging from another, were the main order of business. Plus an “osteotomy” (bone sawing) of my heel bone to realign it. The Saw-Bones was pleased with the works completed and told me to go home and recover.

“Recovery” is an interesting concept. Basically, to gain back, to reclaim, to once again be where you once were… Recover… an interesting word.

Considering that I have been managing my injured right ankle since 2021/22, I suggest we have a long road to “recovery”.

One of my old ankle injury tales: https://nativeiowan.com/2022/09/03/2022-v9-leg-up-ruminations/

So, after 24hours or so in the hospital I was sent home to get well, to recover…

7days later, I sit with my leg up, watching blood-sport, drinking coffee, feeling rather pleased… I slept through the entire night, last night. I went to bed at 10pm, woke up at 7am. First true night’s sleep in over a week. Sleep heals. Sleep is good.

The heavy opioids they gave me did a great job of managing the post-op pain, but damn, damn, damn… they sure scrambled the brain cells. I finally came off the drugs on day4. Today is day7 and I’m still groggy. I have not been able to read or write much at all these past few days. My mind has been fogged. My pain has been managed quite well. I cant complain.

I am not a fan of heavy pain killers. I believe that the modern world has made pain a bad thing. I believe that pain is indeed a part of life, existence, being… I do though understand how and why our modern world can be, has been sooo prone to block pain, take pain-killers, sedate or mask physical (and emotional) pain.

A line from an old song comes to mind… “Comfortably Numb” may well be a theme for our modern world?

My mind wanders as I write… I’m watching blood-sport, have 2 and 4 legged pups around me, the sky overcast, the breeze cool.

Daughter, Connie, and her 2kids are here to help in my time of need. Son, Paul, and his family have come to stay in the granny flat. My #1Bitch, Nia, dropped a litter of pups Thursday. My life, household, environment is furry, fun filled, and makes me smile…

Total count, pups on the ground this morn = 3kids, 4grandkids, 4 dawgs, 1x6monthold Pepperdawg, 1xLadyGodzilla + 8live new borns…

I really like the variety of colours herein:

Ive been breeding for years. I have a very good bloodline in my bitches. Have a very good stud. Our “recipe” is proving to be more than just good. The pups we have bred to date are great, amazing, special…

This litter looks even better than the last.

What makes a good pup, a good litter… I breed for intelligence, temperament and longevity. Time is always and all ways the proof. So far, the past pups we have bred are impressive. Even amazing. But then I am biased.

Both 2 and 4 legged pups are trained to be aware, alert, attentive, intelligent. I do enjoy my pups…

And the beat goes on. But I’m not marching along… yet…

More later