Both literally and figuratively, the heat is on this week.
After learning recently that we have a termite infestation to go along with the ants, pantry moths, and occasional earwig that we have been dealing with since we moved in to the house since we moved here in December of 2012, we have decided to bite the bullet and have the house tented and fumigated. I HATE having to make that decision, but, given our situation, it seems like our best bet. So, this Thursday, we will move in to a hotel room until Sunday. This means, we have to prepare for fumigation, which includes not only packing for the hotel, boarding the cats and leaving the fish with a friend, but also packing up all of the food that is not in factory-sealed containers. It’s a lot to think about, and really, a lot to do.
There’s only one problem: I can’t do a lot of the physical stuff involved in the preparation, because I might have broken my scaphoid when I fell on the tiled floor in the kitchen last Saturday. I go in for a follow-up about that on Wednesday, so I will have more information right when it is too late for me to do much to help get ready for Thursday’s big event. Right now, I am hunting and pecking with one hand, because it hurts when i try to use the fingers on the hand that belongs to the injured wrist, which, I’m thinking, is probably not a great sign.
I went online to read about the type of injury I might have, hoping to find encouraging news about how rare it is, and how it is much more likely that it’s just badly sprained. What I found, instead was that, in a fall on to an outstretched hand, a sprained wrist is actually rather rare, and it is much more likely to result in exactly the kind of fracture the doctor at Urgent Care believes I have.
The good news is I had the exact same injury a couple of years ago, in the other wrist. So, at least i developed some strategies for negotiating the world one-handed. If I end up in a cast again, I am definitely investing in an electric can opener. It’s the one thing I never got last time, and it really would have helped.
The other kind of “heat” that’s on is the burning pain in my left foot and ankle that comes with CRPS. CRPS is a nervous system disorder, and I was diagnosed with it last Fall, after an injury in my foot. Basically, it causes chronic pain. There are days when my foot just feels like it’s broken, but I am supposed to keep using it as normally as possible, so I don’t lose the use of it. There is also swelling, discolouration, and a burning sensation. I mean, really burning. Like I’m being attacked by fire ants (which actually happened once, when Justice was a baby, and we still l lived in Phoenix, so I know what that feels like. I don’t, typically, have a lot of that burning pain, but, since we returned from our trip to Maryland in early August, it has occurred far more frequently than usual. My doctor upped my nightly medication, and has prescribed a Ketamine gel, which is exorbitantly expensive at my usual pharmacy, so I will be checking Costco pharmacy tomorrow for a better deal.
Then, there’s the literal heat. it’s hot. To quote the film Biloxi Blues, “It’s like Africa hot. Tarzan couldn’t stand this kind of hot.” In truth, having lived in the Phoenix area, I can say, it’s hot, but it’s not that big a deal. We’re just not used to days on end of above 100℉ on end here in Sunny So-Cal. We’re not used to it being hot even at night. Usually, the sun goes dow, and the temperature drops by, like 30 degrees. Not lately. It’s just hot. All the time. Having my arm and thumb in a stiff, thick black brace 24/7 is especially uncomfortable in the heat but it beats not having a brace, so I can deal. The plants outside are not thrilled with the heat, but I think they’ll make it. The forecast calls for a drop in temperatures ~ and maybe even some rain! ~ this week.
With the fumigation looming before us, I know it’s not going to be the easiest week of our lives, but we will get through it, and we’ll get to enjoy swimming in the pool, watching movies, ordering in food, and all of the other little luxuries that come with staying in a hotel. It will be a nice break, I hope, after a couple of stressful weeks.