On Saturday afternoon, Hubby and I met The Princess and The Intended at the animal hospital to receive our discharge and care instructions. We were told it would be lengthy. They did NOT exaggerate on that point. Two and a half hours later, we were on our way home with our girl. The Princess (an LPN) took copious notes on all of the instructions and ran interference whenever she saw the expression on my face turn to utter confusion. The Intended has plenty of medical knowledge under his belt as well because his company deals with the medical community and the dispensing of medications, so he was able to support and reassure Hubby and I that we could manage Daisy's care.
The Happy Couple stopped on the way back to the house for a few special supplies - poster board, markers, sticker and a nifty pill cutter. Then sent a couple of more hours here at the house reviewing instructions and setting up a chart.
It is easy to follow and written so that I can read it without my glasses from across the room. Needless to say, Hubby and my days are very structured right now. And while I am squeamish and uncomfortable with all the syringes and tubes, I do like structure. Give me a rule and I will follow it. Right now I have plenty.
There is downtime, too. And that leaves time for quilting - something healing for me. What I need right now is the kind of quilting that doesn't require much thinking but a way to keep my hands busy. Good thing I am a TRUE quilter and find myself with an abundance of projects in varying states of undoneness! Yesterday I picked up some blocks from Folk Art Gathering that were ready to be appliqued.
Underneath those penny blocks are two small quilts that have touches of applique to be done as well. I have also pulled out a batch of 9 patches that were the start of a project that I have completely lost interest in finishing. After I saw Melanie's photo of Carol's quilt - Love . . . . Mamie, I'm thinking that I can repurpose my 9 patches add a few more to make this quilt in just a little time.
My garden has suffered horribly over the last week plus. I fear that it is all but done for. There are ripe tomatoes that I can pick now, but that will be the end. Gardens don't flourish without tending. I might be able to salvage the pepper plants, though. And I can get plenty of lovely produce at the farmer's market. What I did find is that some of the peaches are ripe!
They are small, but tasty. Last year some varmint strode into the yard about two days before they were ripe and ate every last bit. I see evidence that they have been here again this year. At least this year they are leaving a little for the farmer. Smart varmints.
Please forgive me if I don't respond to each of your comments and emails of support. My plate is so full right now that I think I may have to let that go for a bit. But that does not stop me from reading and filling great hope from each and every one of you. Daisy knows that there is loving and heartfelt support for her coming from all around the world. That is making a world of difference in her recovery!