Heal Thyself!

November 10, 2012

Spent an absentminded morning flitting from one room to the next preparing the house for Ana and Dario’s return. I awoke in a snit, gaping at the dull white horizon, realizing I have eleven more days before I can be assured of my imminent recovery. Hard not slither into the dread of bad news. If my foot isn’t healing correctly they will re-open the incision and re-set the metal pieces, delaying my rehabilitation…let’s not go there!

Weaved a bit, flushed with intense heat and nausea as I got up to prepare a substantial cup of coffee with milk and sugar hovering on one crutch near the utilitarian stainless sink. Poled straight to the bathroom, sopped my strained face and prickly neck with a cool weathered rag and felt much relief. Not sure what that was all about yet the ill feeling has thankfully passed. Had a sufficient amount of mango and banana pieces, guzzled a tumbler of cool water and made my way back begrudgingly to bed where I have been parked ever since. Had the wherewithal to snag a frozen lump of meat to reduce the swelling that continues to perturb me. My toes, however, are more recognizable now, resembling the long lithe “fingers on the feet” that I recall of the recent past. The wronged foot is still puffy and swirls of pinkish color marble the dark red skin. The inner side harbors an ugly gash that will most likely scar-as a reminder of these 22 days, thus far, in the hole!

Sometime in the murk of the night, I gathered my energy to make it to the bathroom. Left the door ajar to my muted room and this morning found Preta (sem vergonha-without guilt) prancing around the house as though she expected undo praise for protecting me from the monsters under the bed! Hopefully she didn’t make herself at home like Goldilocks and visit each bed in turn…with her fleas, ticks and crispy dead leaves embedded in her dingy fur. Neginha has also taken full advantage of the donos of the house being gone since she saunters in and makes herself at home on my well worn bed. Cuddling up under my angled and scarcely discernable bruised leg she is definitely a welcomed companion.

Solante bearing a smile wishing to be agreeable but not really understanding me, arrived early this morning with her precocious enchanting son. We all laughed heartedly at Preta who dons a halo of pests. Yikes! Marquinhos declares he has decided not to watch tv all day and is shadowing his mother pestering her every few moments about the time. Solante seems at ease in her deep black velvet sundress despite the drooping shoulder straps that demand adjusting as frequently as her son requests the time. Obviously Marquinhos took my question of why he isn’t wearing the t-shirt I gave him to heart since he has now worn the bright purple and mustard yellow MN Vikings jersey for three days in a row! His job these last few days has been to feed all of the animals since Ana and Dario are absent. Unlocking the gate to Cuta’s kennel has proved to be far easier than I imagined since the beast is forever waiting for the opportunity to “break out.” Suppose he is resigned to the fact that he is being fed, not walked. The demanding cats each get a bit of multicolored dog food as well, they miaow and circle Marquinhos’ bare feet to encourage and delight him.

Another day of a lot of nothing!