Saturday, March 31, 2012

What have I done?

Yesterday I went to my vet's office to adopt a dog.  I had met her last week, and she was sweet and friendly.  Adorable.  Quiet.  Wanted tummy rubs.

The sweetness lasted until we got half way home in the car.  Then amazing, scary noises started coming out of her.  Not dog noises.  Crazy noises.  Halfway between snarling, screaming, and an asthma attack.  When I got her into the house, she continued shrieking.  And demanding.  As soon as she found out about our sofas, she determined that she wanted to be on them.  And she wanted US to be on them.  Petting her.  Or she'd yell at us.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I thought.  For one thing, she just had abdominal surgery, so she needs to be kept calm and quiet.  She is neither calm nor quiet.  She is a little whirlwind of demands and needs.

For another, I have destroyed any semblance of serenity in our household.  If you don't count Nazca, we were all pretty well adjusted and used to our routine.  Now, routine?  No.  We have a tiny boss insisting we do things on her schedule.  OR ELSE.

By the way, if she is barking at you in that "I need to go outside" kind of way?  There is no "wait ten minutes".   Although she apparently made it through the night in her crate without making a mess, which amazed me.  Her bladder must be the size of a walnut.  How can she hold it that long?

If you ever saw the movie Gremlins, do you remember what happened when the Mogwai got to eat after midnight?  That's kind of what we have going on here.

You better pet me RIGHT NOW
To be fair, today is better than yesterday.  We're figuring each other out.  She seems to have no obedience training whatsoever, but she's housebroken (... pretty much) and she does respond to being called.  And she's stopped freaking out (.. as much) if we're not in the same room with her.

The plan is to have her sleep in a crate until a week or so after her surgery, when we're pretty sure she won't rip out any stitches trying to get in or out of bed.  Last night sleeping in the crate meant that she would shriek for about fifteen minutes any time she heard a noise.  It was a restful night.

Make fun of my hairdo one more time, bitz.
For such a little thing, she can make surprisingly loud noises.  And a wide variety of them, too.  Right now she is laying next to me on the floor, whining and groaning.  In addition to shrieking, she has this weird gargly talking thing she does.

Oh, and I forgot the best part.  She seems to be having some kind of allergy attack.  I don't know if it's the vernal apocalypse we're having outside, or if she's allergic to cats.  Either way, it sounds like she's drowning in mucous.  I gave her half a benadryl earlier, hoping that A) it would settle down the drainage, and B) it would make her sleepy.  So far only A has occurred.

And of course, she has started following JD around.  She is glued to him whenever he's available.  Why do all animals love JD?

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Can it be Saturday now?

Woof.  I have been tired all day.  As in, having trouble following the conversation tired.  Kinda dragging on my walk tired.  I CANNOT WAIT for it to be the weekend.  I hope that Princess likes to sleep in, or at least nap, because I need the rest.

It's not even 8 PM but I think I'll be heading to bed soon.  I can't even keep two thoughts straight in my head.  Time for a shower and a long sleep.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

How do you feel about savasana? Do you feel that it's essential?

My yoga teacher was sick tonight.  Class was cancelled.  The backup yoga teacher is taking a cake decorating class with her daughter this session (and let me tell you, she is super super pleased to be doing so.)  So I just came home and ate leftover pizza, and now I'm having some kind of bad-food-no-yoga guilt.  The pizza was pretty good though.

I love my yoga teacher.  Seriously.  She is fantastic, and I am lucky that I blundered into her class.  But she's not going to last forever.  She's had cancer the whole time I've known her, and she's spent the last year getting chemo.  She feels like crap a lot of the time.  At some point, she is going to decide it's time to retire.  She is not a young woman.

So, I feel that it would behoove me to start looking around.  I'm going to have to interview some yoga teachers.  What do I say?  I'm coming up with some questions even now.


  • How do you feel about plank?  Do you feel that it is essential?  How about side plank?
  • Do you adjust the poses to fit the decrepitude of the students in your class?  Do you ask your class about their disabilities?  Like, every single time you teach a class?  Because people feel different on different days, you know.
  • Do you insist on inversions?  Do you provide alternate poses for your students who are fond of their various arteries?
  • Do you have a good backup instructor?  Does her daughter insist on mother daughter time?  Or anything having to do with baking?
  • Are you okay with groans?  
  • How about jokes?
And so on.  I don't think it's going to be so easy to replace her.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

How old is your first aid kit?

Technically it's a Tuesday, but it's my Monday and it sure felt like one.  I slept really well.  So much so that I wanted to keep doing it.  I finally pried myself out of bed at least half an hour after I first hit the snooze button.

First, to the dermatologist, to explain why I quit using almost all the medications she recommended.  She tried to convince me I should use them, then gave up and thanked me for at least coming back to talk to her about it.  So that was nice.

Then, to physical therapy.  I went through my routine, then got a re-evaluation.  They cut me loose!  I'm to keep up the exercises at my own gym, of course.  Hopefully I keep getting stronger and avoid reinjury.

Then, I drove over to another doctor's office to pick up blood test results.  As usual, I have no cholesterol to speak of, and high triglycerides.  One of these days I'll actually know in advance so I can fast before they take my blood.  Ah well.  My hemoglobin and bilirubin are little out of whack too.  I have no idea what that implies.  Nothing, I'm pretty sure.

After that I finally arrived at work and spent the rest of the day frantically reading email and trying to rectify all the problems that cropped up in my ONE DAY of leave.  And then my tummy went all wacky and I decided I was not going to try to put in 8 hours of work after all.

And then I came home and practiced my speech for tomorrow.  As you might imagine, I'm having anxiety.  Luckily it's a topic (first aid) with which I'm very comfortable.  It's supposed to be 5-7 minutes long.  On my first run-through I looked down at my timer and found I had gone over 11 minutes, and I hadn't covered everything yet.  So I'm cutting it down significantly.  At this point I'm basically saying "Og has headache?  Og take aspirin."

Speaking of which?  Don't buy commercial first aid kits.  Man do they overcharge.  I checked at REI and kits that do less than my ziplock bag full of goodies pulled from my kitchen and bathroom cost $20 or more.  In fact, here is the gist of my speech.  Make yourself a first aid kit.  Make several.  Leave them where you're likely to need them - the office and the barn, for instance.  If you don't know how old your kit is anymore, it's time to replenish anything that ages.

Keep in mind that first aid has its use right in the name.  It's not meant to be a doctor's bag.  It's just meant to fix tiny problems (a splinter, a paper cut, a mild headache) or keep you stable until you can see a doctor.

Get a quart size freezer ziplock.  Write the date on it so you know how old the contents are.  The bag is the container for all your first aid goods, but can be used to hold ice, to reduce swelling from injury.

Put a roll of vetwrap / self adhering elastic bandage in the bag.  Use it to immobilize sprains or breaks.  Make sure you wrap it loosely enough that you can still get two fingers under it, because otherwise you have just created a tourniquet.

Get some cheapo scissors, a roll of non-latex athletic tape, and some sterile gauze pads.  Bandaids degrade over time and are liable not to be sticky anymore when you try to use them.  The tape and gauze pads can be cut to any shape you want.  If you're hairy, maybe stick a disposable razor in too - often pulling hair out when you remove a bandage feels worse than the original injury.

Toss in cheap tweezers or a plastic tick spoon.  I don't care what kind of tick it is, they all carry nasty diseases.  Check yourself, your kids, and your pets after outdoor fun.  If you find a tick, grasp it with the tweezers at the base of its head and firmly pull it straight out.  Don't yank, as you don't want it to leave its head behind.  Also?  If you're in a high risk area (DC/MD friends:  we're high risk) go to the doc within a day for a prophylactic dose of doxycycline.

A small bottle of purell will do the same job as those little packets of alcohol-impregnated wipes for much less cost, and you can refill your bottles from a larger (and probably even cheaper) kitchen size bottle.

Get yourself some smaller ziplocks for medicines.  I like mine to have a white stripe to write on - label each bag with what's in it, and the dosage if you're carrying unusual sizes.  Here's what I carry and why:

aspirin for fever, headache, stroke
benadryl for allergies, nausea, coughing, insomnia
ibuprofen for inflammation or pain
imitrex (prescription) for migraines
the aforementioned prescription doxycycline
imodium for oh my god don't get between me and the plumbing
activated charcoal, for bloating from gas or ingestion of toxins

Some other handy little items might include a tiny tube of superglue, pre-threaded surgical needle or regular needle and floss or thread, and a tube of antibiotic ointment.  It depends on your skill level and what you're comfortable with.  Also, if you have special needs?  Put the appropriate items in there.  An Epipen, glucose tablets, shelf stable insulin (and syringes!), nitroglycerine - whatever special thing you need for your particular self, have it available when you need it.

The most important item in the first aid kit is your brain, followed by training.  You can improvise A LOT if you have to.  And given that the internet is in most people's pockets, you can look up a lot of things.  Generally, you're probably in civilization and you can just put an ice pack on and get a ride to the ER, but if you're in the middle of nowhere you may have to fend for yourself.  If you're in the middle of nowhere often, consider taking a course in wilderness first aid.  You could save a life.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Trail Journal Entry 3/26/2012 - Panorama

My tent survived the night extremely well.  My Hello Kitty duct tape patch was waterproof.  No inappropriate water reached the interior of the tent.  However, it was hella windy up there on the knoll where I set up.  I was fine until 4 AM, when it really kicked it up a notch.  Then the wind started to steal heat from my sleeping bag and sleeping pad.  I slept on and off, but I was chilly.  Once the sun came up I packed up and went down to the shelter to make breakfast.  It was strikingly warmer inside.  It faced the sun and had its back to the wind.  I'd say it was at least ten degrees warmer inside than just outside.  I quickly shed almost all of my insulating garments.

We had a short hike down to Thornton Gap and briefly onward to Panorama.  We all really wanted to go down into Luray for lunch.  I took them to Uncle Buck's, which I first tried last weekend with Just Blue Skies.  A burger and fries and some corn fritters really hit the spot.  Eventually we got back in the car and I drove Weaver and Sarge back to the park.  After hugs and goodbyes they set off for the last half mile or so, making it a very short hiking day.  With their heavy packs their feet are hurting.  They were going to the next Byrd's nest, which is a really nice place.  I hope they have a peaceful night and don't get too cold.

I was sad to see them go.  They're a lot of fun to hike with, and I like both of them very much.  Weaver doesn't live too far away so I hope that I get to see her again in the future, after she finishes the AT.  Sarge's future whereabouts are undetermined.  Maybe we can do a reunion hike, if he's not too busy hiking across the country or sailing around the world.

I have a crazy busy week ahead of me (and another speech eeeee!) and I still have to de-grease myself and do a tick check.  I suppose I should get to that soon.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Trail Journal Entry 3/25/2012 - near Byrd's Nest



I spent an uneasy night alone in the shelter. I woke often. Finally around 5:30 I woke up for good. I stayed in my bag but turned on the phone and read a book for a while. Around 6:30 it was light(ish) so I retrieved my food bag and ate breakfast. Even with dilly dallying I was packed up and ready to go by 7:30. I slowly walked up to the car and got in. I turned on the car and started the heater to keep warm. I was surprised to see that the outside temperature was 45. It had felt much warmer to me. In fact I had been a little too warm in my sleeping bag. 

Weaver and Sarge were a bit late. They intended to arrive between 8:30 and 9 but with whiteout fog to navigate they arrived at 9:30.   We changed our plan for the day to shorter mileage. Then Weaver's husband helped me shuttle my car a few miles down the trail. My permit now lies about my car location and my campsite. I doubt the rangers will care too much. 

Weaver and Sarge walked a couple of miles while we were moving cars. I walked north to meet them, then we proceeded south. They both have very heavy packs. No services in Shenandoah are open right now so they are carrying a whole lot of food. Unfortunately none of us thought of stashing most of their food in my car. That would have been a good move. Alas. 

The weather was hypothermia weather all day. We didn't stop much, and when we did I added a layer right away. We made out all right, but we were all tired by it. 

We contemplated trying to stay at Elkwallow, but there was no good, legal place to stay, and all the illegal places were too high visibility. Instead we made a hot meal and used the privy, and got water. So much water. We knew we would have to camp dry so we carried a lot of water for the last hours of the day. My shoulders have convinced me to finally get rid of my Gossamer Gear backpack. It just doesn't provide enough support, leaving the weight of my pack to dig into my shoulders and neck. It was bearable for a short trip but I'm done with it. 

Weaver and Sarge found a nice protected spot for their tent. Mine is rather less protected. This will be the first real test of my cuben fiber Hexamid tent. We have plenty of rain and wind. If I'm going to get wet in it, tonight will be the night. I expect I'll be drying the tent out in my bathroom again when I get home. With luck, my seam sealing job was sufficient. And my tent-setting-up skills. 

We had a very nice dinner together. I'm really glad I took the time to come out and hike with them as they restarted their thruhike. And that they wanted me here. They're good people, as JD says. Even when we're tired and sore and cranky, I like their company. And they told me that if my setup fails and my sleeping bag gets soaked, I'm to come to their tent and they'll figure something out to get us all through the night. Now those are good friends. So far so good on the tent though. I think my major concern might be dense fog wetting out my bag. I'm all bundled up and expect to take off a layer or two overnight. I desperately hope it stops raining so I can water a tree without soaking my sleeping clothes. 

In the morning we'll walk down to my car at Panorama, and I'll drive them into Luray for lunch. Then I'll drop them off back in the park and drive home to my real life after a nice little interlude in faux thruhiking. And they'll walk south for several hundred miles. 

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Trail journal entry, 3/24/2012 - Gravel Springs Hut in Shenandoah

 Sitting in near silence, listening to birds and spring peepers. Content to be by myself in this shelter. Hoping for no boy scouts. Also hoping for no aggressive bears. I was privileged to be alone when two crossed skyline drive right in front of me on the way here.. And that's as close as I want to get. 


The weather is MUCH better than predicted, so far. Wishful thinking that it might stay that way, but a girl can hope. 

The owls are hooting away like crazy. It's like an owl rave out here. 

I'm reading the register in what remains of the daylight. I forgot I left an entry last october. Sarge and Weaver signed it! How sweet, and wonderful, that I'll be seeing them tomorrow. 

It's getting dark. I can hear the spring burbling fifty feet away, invigorated by today's storms. The air smells moist. If it rains, if it storms, I wonder if the shelter will stay dry. I wonder if my duct tape patched tent would be drier. I certainly can't set it up in the shelter. It's one or the other. I suppose I'll stick with the dubious charms of the shelter and a quicker time packing up in the morning. Or so I tell myself. Perhaps I'm just lazy. Perhaps I hope another hiker will come in and I'll get to meet them. The register hasn't mentioned bears since last fall. I have hopes that I won't see one here, but the days have been warm and they will undoubtedly start including the shelter in their daily rounds very soon. 

As the dark gathers, my eyes become less useful and my ears automatically take over. The sounds of the woods haven't changed but I notice them more.  This is why I have earplugs. Otherwise my hypersensitive ears and subconscious will alert me to every falling leaf and broken twig. I already know that most sounds are made by beetles, squirrels, mice, and birds. Nevertheless every sound conjures a bear. Earplugs. For my sanity and my sleep. 

Either I should have brought twice as much scotch, or I'm a lush. Or both. I thought a cup was more than enough for both nights, but it looks like I'm finishing it tonight. I should sleep extremely well. I'll blame my hangover on theoretical mice. 

Fog crept in while I wasn't looking. I was only fooling myself. The weather is going to suck tomorrow. 

Watching the night slowly get darker is the most peaceful thing I've done since Maine.