Adventure 681: Return to the Kral's/Post B

Today centered around my Bunny. To be specific, her Superficial Thrombophlebitus, which describes veins in her legs that are painfully red and inflamed. She became concerned after our flight to Las Vegas last week when she noticed a puffy red splotch on her leg. It wasn't tender to the touch, but it would blanch, or turn white when pressed. A couple days later, it did become tender to the touch and caused her more than a little pain. Still, she wasn't worried. Yesterday, not only did the red splotch remain in its puffy state, but a red streak appeared to be moving up her leg. That worried her. The word blood clot surfaced. And then the fears of a clot breaking off in the bloodstream made its way into the conversation. We all got nervous. She called several Urgent Care Units in Tucson. Naturally, they're inundated with Covid cases. Pima County recorded 2,845 new cases yesterday. Needless to say, there wasn't anyone who could see her right away. She made an appointment for this morning at 10 A.M. At eleven we were seen by a very competent, but haggard PA whose assessment led us to the ER because her clinic didn't have ultrasound capabilities. She didn't charge us for the visit. We scampered over to the ER, registered Judy as a new patient, and spent the next four hours mostly waiting. Everyone who saw us was excellent. The doctor made the same assessment the PA had made, and so we waited for the Ultrasound. In the meantime, we were officially logged into the system. The young lady who did the ultrasound said she'd been doing them for about four years, which surprised me because she looked to be about seventeen. (It's hard to be such an old fart when my brain tells me I'm eighteen). Long story short is that while it was good to check Judy out, she's not really suffering anything serious. Hot compresses, elevation, and ibuprofen should do the trick. Like all of us, she has some gene pool issues to deal with. Hers are called varicose veins. Two good things: One, we're now registered in the health care system here in Tucson. Two, her condition provided no real worries. This means that life is good, especially today.

I spent some of the day holding the ladder for David who was stringing some mood lighting in his trees.

These three guys would not provide a soft spot to land after falling off a ladder.

Neither would these spikes guys.

Judy, seen here applying warm compresses to her leg.

The puffy Thrombophlebitus.

The streak up the leg that worried us

A better view of the streaking, and we're not talking the streaking done on college campus's during the sixties.