Raccoon

Friends - It was just a short time ago that I wrote Pain.  Well, time has passed and the Dr. gave me another shot of cortisone so I feel better.  I'm not in severe pain, just regular pain but I can live with that (temporarily).  I see knee replacement in the near future for me.  Anyway this is what happened last week. 

Raccoon

Just when I decided that I’m a helpless old lady something comes along to prove that there is spirit in the old girl yet. Last night at about 3AM when it was very dark, I found myself out on my back deck swinging a broom at an intruder. Let’s see, you need a little background on this.

For the past three nights my dog Rusty, who is my pet, protector and constant companion, has awakened me 3 to 4 times a night with furious excited barking. I slowly climb out of bed – I do everything slowly these days and go to the study. There he is standing by the sliding glass doors poised to shoot through them like a bullet the minute I open the door.

I’m also slow deliberately because I really want whatever is out there to get away before Rusty gets there. I don’t want a fight, hurt animals, blood and such. So far we’ve been successful. I knew our visitors were raccoons because the first night they got into the bird seed that I keep on the deck in a sealed container – one I thought was secure. I bought bungee cords, fastened it again to make it double safe. Didn’t work, they chewed through the cord or just pulled it aside and opened the container. Next step – I now bring the container inside every night. Problem solved – oh no. Now the garbage looks and smells interesting. I had anticipated this and had put a heavy crock pot on top of the garbage can to make sure it was safe. Ha, they said as they knocked it off and broke it to smeetherines. That was one I really liked too. Of course they scattered the garbage all over. I’m using bingee cords again and making sure I don’t put any food in the garbage. The food goes to the compost pile.

They seem to have just found me and just keep coming back. Each time I solve a problem and think that I am brilliant with my new and better solution, they out do me. They just find another interest. Last night it was the hanging bird feeders. I also am naïve enough to think that once they have had a narrow escape from Rusty, they will stay away. Not so, they keep coming back.

I think raccoons are cute and pretty. But, I tell you – their charm has worn off. Right now I’m just annoyed.

So for the third time last night I let Rusty out. He’s off like a bullet, barking like crazy (wonder what the neighbors think). This time he doesn’t just check out the deck and yard and come back inside wanting praise from me because he is such a wonderful dog. He just keeps barking. I go to the door to try to determine what’s the problem now. I notice that he’s barking over by a lamp post that has a bird feeder hanging from it. I look carefully and there sitting atop the post is a big fat happy raccoon. My timing was off when I let Rusty out – the raccoon didn’t make a get away. So now what? The raccoon can’t get down because Rusty is there and Rusty is not going anywhere while that raccoon is in sight and on his property.

It seems to me I’m going to have to do something. I manage to get Rusty off the deck and into the dog pen below. Now the raccoon can come down on the deck and get away. But the stupid, dumb, aggravating raccoon just sits there and looks at me. Doesn’t he know that I just threw him a lifeline? Evidently not!

Ok, a next step has to be taken. I know, I’ll get a broom and knock him off his perch. I’ll have to be careful, I don’t want to knock him into me and I make sure I have a straight and clear path to the sliding glass door. Alright, it seems safe enough until I visualize this sight and have an attack of the giggles.

Here it is at 3 AM or thereabouts, and this old lady is out on the dark deck in her nightgown swinging a broom at a raccoon. Why it’s enough to make you laugh. I guess there’s some spirit left in me yet!

I push him off his perch, he begrudgingly comes down and ambles off. Rusty has now figured out that he was tricked and is fiercely barking to get up on the deck and at this monster. I let him up, the raccoon makes his getaway and Rusty and I go back inside and to bed.

Tonight is going to be more of the same thing. I’ve got to come up with a plan. These visits are just too much excitement.

Pain

Since I became an old lady, by my reckoning it was age 72, I’ve had many health issues.  Some are; colon cancer, a heart attack, atrial-fibrillation, asthma, chronic bronchitis, operations, and gout.  Hospital stays, doctor visits, prescriptions and a different diet for each ailment have become a usual part of my life.  All these troubles were and are inconvenient and distressing certainly, but for the most part I was able to keep my sense of humor and optimistic view of life. 

But now I am in pain, severe pain.  You know the kind of pain that makes you break out in a sweat, the kind of pain causes you to feel nauseous, the kind that makes you sick all over and that makes you use all your concentration to just get through the day.  That kind of pain takes me to a whole new stage of life. 

My left knee has had a torn meniscus for some years.  From time to time it flares up. I go get a cortisone shot and then its fine for months to years.  That is until this time. After this flare up I went to my orthopedic doctors and they took x-ray since it had been some time since x-rays were done.   They showed why my pain was so severe – there was no meniscus.  Now it was bone on bone.  I was given a shot and a big heavy brace.  All that gives me some relief but not enough to bring a smile to my face, it still hurts.  And so this journey continues as I try to find resolution and relief.  I had a flashback and remembered a horse throwing me when I was in college and I landed on my left knee.  Hummmmm, I wonder.

But I don’t want to just give you a report on medical issues.  I want to point out that today I realized that I have entered another stage of life.  You know the stages:  toddler, teen ager, middle age, and old age.  I thought old age was the end of the line.  Well, it isn’t – not for me. 

I am now feeling helpless, vulnerable and useless. I need help in everyday living.  The need for a walking cane, a walker, a wheel chair and/or other medical equipment seems likely.  I’ll have to learn which ones are helpful for me, where to go to get them and how to use them.  I know there are many styles and colors from which to choose and many are light weight and mobile. 

I had a Dr appointment scheduled for today.  Luckily a friend stopped by and said that she could take me.  That makes the coming and going so much easier.  I could take myself but it is quite an ordeal.  First I hobble to the car, then I have to push the car seat back as far as it will go.  Carefully and slowly get in, then bring the car seat forward again so that my feet will touch the pedals. Of course when we get there, I have to do the same thing in reverse order.  The Dr. has an office that is far from the entrance to the Hospital, so slowly and carefully I hobble along.  With Sally’s assistance, it is so much easier.  She helps me in the car and we set off to  the Dr.’s office.  When we get to the entrance, Sally gets out and goes inside.  Shortly she returns with a man and a wheelchair.  What a relief – I won’t have to do all that walking.  Sally parks the car and joins the Dr. and me. We have an informative session regarding the medicines, the disease and what I should do in my particular case. This Dr. really listens – it is no wonder she is one of my favorite Drs. 

After the visit, Sally pushes the wheelchair down to the outside door.  This is new for her too.  She has trouble making it turn and deciding how much room it needs to maneuver.  I visualize us as we are learning this new skill – we could be part of a comedy routine.  Sally gets me home and leaves to rejoin her busy and interesting life. 

 

Now, I need two prescriptions that the Doctor ordered and I need a few groceries.  I can get them if I have to but it will be very painful and exhausting.  I decide to ask a fried who lives nearby.  She was not at home.  About 5 minutes later Pat, another friend calls and said “I’m in the area is there anything I can pick up for you?”  “Yes, Yes,” I said.  I gave her the list of groceries and the info regarding the prescriptions.  Shortly she drove up my driveway, got out with the groceries and prescriptions and brought them in.  She put things in the refrigerator or on the shelves and we sat and talked for awhile.  How nice to have company and some errands done at the same time.

 

Today my life was made easier by the thoughtfulness of friends.  The errands were done and I just supervised.  I realize that I will have to ask for things that I need.  I am fortunate that I have many friends that will be glad to help.  But – asking for help, I find that hard.  That’s not what I usually do.  I like to be the one helping others.  I must learn to be helpless graciously.

Okay, I think the point is that I will have to learn how to live in this stage of life with some style and grace.  But for now it has knocked the wind out of me.  I’ll have to reconnoiter (I love that word) back up, think it through and come roaring out to join the world again in an optimistic frame of mind.