I talk a lot about my dog Truman but I also have a cat so I thought I’d give her equal time. Her name is Chili and she is a tortoise shell I adopted a little over two years ago. Now, I have never been without a cat since I was three years old so I know cats BUT Chili is by far the sassiest cat I have ever had. And I mean sassy with a capital S! My vet calls it “Tortitude”. He said tortoise shell cats truly are some of the most “challenging cats” he has worked with. I had no idea. Chili is my first tortie. When she wants to do something I don’t want her to do say like, oh…I don’t know….scratch on the corner of the couch, for example, she will look straight at me while she does it as if to say, “Look at me…look….I’m scratching on the sofa. What are you gonna do about it, huh? I dare you to stop me!” Grrrr.
I stopped her from doing that by putting double sided tape on the corners of my couch AND my dining room chairs AND my stereo speakers AND everything else she knows she’s not supposed to scratch on. I am anti declaw so that’s not an option for me. I provide her with plenty of scratching posts too. She also has this sassy little meow whenever I make her come in from the porch. Or she’ll flip over and make herself heavy so I can’t pick her up when she needs to come in. I have a cat that acts like a 2 year old. Honestly, I love her to death and she can be as sweet as pie. She’s a great lap kitty while I’m reading or watching TV and loves to purr. I like her sass. It makes me laugh. If only she could display it just a little less.
Tuesday morning I had my wrist surgery stitches removed and all in all my wrist is doing well. Yes, it will take weeks and weeks for it to heal completely. Right now I am so tired of talking about it and dealing with it that I decided to blog about an entirely different subject.
Does anyone take their dog to McDonald’s to get an ice cream cone? Yes, of course you do! So do I! In fact Truman goes everywhere in the car with me even if it’s to the Kwik Trip to get milk. He loves riding in the car. He doesn’t care where we go. He stands with his hind feet on the back seat and his front paws on the console between the front seats and stares out the windshield as if he’s my co-pilot. I know, I know….he really needs a safety belt. Believe me, that’s my next item to purchase on my pet store run.
But the mere mention of the words “ice cream cone” makes his eyes light up and his tail wag I can’t resist. It’s a rare treat for him to get some ice cream but last night just felt like an ice cream run…so we did. He loved it. I loved it. I saved a little for my cat Chili. We all sort of split it….just sitting together on the porch on a summer night enjoying one of summer’s greatest treats. Ice cream!!! Life is good.
The wrist is doing great. I just have to be careful not to overdo it with my fingers. I seem to have more mobility in them so I attempted putting my hair in hot rollers. I did it but it was a bit of a strain so it caused a little pain and inflammation. So, it’s back to frizzy hair for a while yet. It bugs me that I can’t floss my teeth either. I can sort of get the front but definitely not the back. I guess I’ll have some explaining to do when I see my hygienist in September. I also found out this week I can’t ride my bike since my fingers don’t reach the brakes. Oh, and washing dishes one handed doesn’t work very well either so the dishwasher has been running as much as the AC. It’s easy to want to start doing things with injured parts once they start feeling better but the doctor’s advice is always best, isn’t it? My surgery stitches come out on Tuesday and they’ll replace the splint with a new clean one. (thank goodness) Thanks again for the phone calls and emails from all of you wishing me well. I appreciate that. I’ll let you know how Tuesday goes.
Monday’s surgery went well. I felt a little anxious about it but that’s normal, I think. I checked in at 11:45am and was ready to go home by 4:45pm. I think I was in surgery about an hour and a half…I just remember the clock saying 1:30 when they wheeled me in and 3:00 when I woke up. The first thing I thought when I woke up was, “Well, I see I am still alive.” All my care providers were fantastic! From Kathy my nurse who could not for the life of her get an IV started in my hand. It wasn’t her fault. My veins just wouldn’t cooperate so Charles my anesthesiologist took over. He had success with my arm and took great care of me in the OR. I did not feel sick after waking up from the anesthesia. Special thanks also goes out to Jessica, who checked me in and Connie who got me prepped. I greatly admire the compassion and humor and empathy of those who work in the health care industry who calm the nerves of dozens of patients every day. And extra special thanks to Dr. Rilling for putting me back together again. All my doctors and nurses took extra special care of me and I am feeling great and am on the mend. I still need to wear a brace until the end of August but I seem to be managing with it just fine. I even folded laundry. I’m a little clumsy with the towels though. I know I will never be addicted to pain killers. I can’t stand the way they make me feel. Yuck. Tylenol is just fine for me. And one last thing before my typing hand goes numb…..a giant thank you to all my friends, family and co-workers who have helped me through all of this. I appreciate all of you very much and you actually have made this experience one I can look back on and laugh about. KB, you are the best!
On Saturday July 7, I broke my wrist trying to kill a wasp on my porch. I slapped the wasp with a fly swatter but didn’t kill it. I flew at me, I went to back away from it, my right flip flop caught on the carpet and I fell backwards landing on my left hand, snapping it backwards. I knew I broke it the second it happened but it wasn’t until I looked down and saw my hand dangling and crooked that the pain set in. I drove myself to an urgent care which (thankfully) is only a few blocks away. The x-rays confirmed the damage. So much damage that they referred me to a specialist, put me in a splint and a sling and sent me on my merry way. On Monday, I saw that specialist who said, “Ummmm….well…here’s the deal. This bone doesn’t connect with that bone anymore and it’s cracked here and here. We can try to push the bones back in place and cast it BUT….we highly recommend surgery if you ever want to use it how you used to.” (this isn’t an exact quote…it’s my paraphrase of technical, medical terms) So, on Monday the 16th I am having surgery on my wrist to have a plate and screws put in and make me all bionic. I will have my arm in a splint for six weeks afterwards. I quickly have learned how to be creative in doing things with only one arm. I discovered I can’t use a can opener but I can apply my makeup symmetrically…so at least I’ve got that going for me. I have a great appreciation for those who cannot use their hands like most of us can. It’s so easy to take for granted our health and well being. I am grateful for that lesson learned. This is not my x-ray but I found an image that looks like my broken wrist. It's known as a Colles fracture.
So, last night after coming in from taking Truman for a walk I noticed there were not one, not two, but THREE centipedes on my kitchen wall. My fear of spiders carries over to centipedes. They are fast, they are creepy, they are unnecessary and they all need to go live somewhere else. Shoes are great for protecting my feet and my home from creepy, crawly critters. Just look at it! And I had to deal with three of these things right in a row.
Everyone wants to cool off when it’s so astronomically hot. Poor Truman could barely make it on a one mile walk on Thursday evening so I took him to a little creek by my house so he could splash around, cool down and have some fun just like a kid in a swimming pool. Just look at that face! That is about as close to real, innocent, pure joy as you can get. This is why I love dogs so much. They will never tell you a fib because they just don’t know how. Truman is simply living and loving his wonderful life moment. And to me, that is a beautiful life lesson.
I love to garden. It’s so relaxing to come home from work and grab the hose and water all the little babies growing in the dirt. I used to come home every night and check the progress of my radishes, green beans, tomatoes and cucumbers and onions. There’s just something about eating fresh veggies right from your own garden. This year I did not have time to plant one. A girlfriend knew how much I love to garden so she gave me some starter tomatoes from her dad’s nursery in Racine and thought maybe I could just put them in some pots. It’s only been a month since I planted them but WOW! They have taken off like they just love their little lives in these pretty pots. They already have tomatoes and I can’t wait to taste them. Sunshine, water and a little love is all they needed to grow. Maybe that’s all we really need too.
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ginger Martin and I am the newest member of the Magic 98 team. Let me tell you I am overjoyed to be here. You may have heard me on a couple of other stations in town but Magic is now my new home. I have lived in Madison for 18 years and I love this city! The lakes, the restaurants, the dog parks, the overabundance of things to do. I am an animal lover and have an Australian Cattle Dog named Truman and a Tortoise Shell cat named Chili. Both are rescues and both keep me busy! I am a music lover and have the ability to play three instruments, although none of them well. What’s on my iPod? Everything from Nick Drake to Nickel Creek. But it wouldn’t be complete without Earth, Wind & Fire and my Stevie Wonder. I love to take Wisconsin road trips on weekends and discover new places. So, that’s me. Magic 98 has been my favorite radio station ever since I moved to town 18 years ago and now I am so thrilled to be a part of the family and to get to be a part of yours. Thank you for listening!