Steve and Judy's Travels!

  My leg blew up like a balloon last night.  Guess I shouldn’t have run on it.  I just wanted to see how it felt.  Didn’t hurt at all.  I only ran a little .  Mostly I just rode the Trikke.   It’s better today.  The swelling has gone down to pre-run condition.  I’ll have to find an exercise to do that doesn’t involve that leg though.  I could hop in place maybe.  No calisthenics; can’t do pushups.  My left shoulder fell off a while back.  Maybe I can just walk a little.   Cold and windy today.  Stayed warm inside and worked.  Maybe, finally, we’ll get some rain.  It hasn’t really rained in months.  Maybe Paradise Pond could be a pond again.   Called and talked to people at the Denver Office.  I can tell they’re all over their heads in busy-season when they start to giggle uncontrollably in the middle of a sentence for no apparent reason.  It’s a cyclical business, this CPA thing we do.  This is the OhmygodwhathaveIgottenmyselfinto part.    

  I apologize for not sending out many bird pictures lately.  I try to find a little time each day to at least think about birds, but I’m not always successful.   The cankle remains an issue.  It’s not any better yet.  I don’t think it got any worse in the last 24 hours though.  That in itself is an improvement of sorts.  Soaking, scraping, topical antibiotics.  Maybe tomorrow it will be better.   It got so warm today we almost had to turn on the air conditioning.  Got out the floor fan instead.  Doors and windows remain open.    

  The story has evolved.  Now the wound on my leg is the result of a giant rattlesnake grabbing me by the ankle as I rode past, and throwing me to the ground.   Of course that story isn’t really true.  He’s actually way too little to have knocked me off the Trikke.    

  Paid a visit to the walk-in clinic today.  I scraped my leg just above the ankle a few days ago (Trikke accident.  Caught an edge).  The body is programmed to fight off infection, but in this case the body appears to be losing.  The ankle is getting noticeably fuller.  (No wrinkles.  Now it looks younger than the rest of me.)  The assistant who checked me in at the clinic was nice enough, until she decided to describe that portion of my leg as a Cankle (calf/ankle).   At any rate, the Cankle is now turning truly vibrant colors, and threatening to expand its influence to other parts of the body.  We’re going to put an antibiotic ointment on it and see if that helps.  I’m otherwise happy with the balance of bugs in my body, so I declined to take the general antibiotic.  The doctor gave be a prescription for it just in case the infection starts spreading seriously north.   Now I have a nice looking gauze wrap around my ankle that provides absolutely no clue to what is going on beneath it, so I’m telling everyone it’s a rattlesnake bite.