Posts tagged ‘Victoria’
Someone’s Got a Screw Loose…
I promised you a less-than-perfect-day and we certainly had one this week. I’ll return to the travelogue soon, but first, a real-time update on the Saga of The Foot.
Faithful readers will recall that just a little over a year ago, the CE exercised the pain and suffering clause in our marriage by rupturing his posterior tibialis tendon. This is one of those body parts you don’t know exists until something goes wrong; its purpose is to support the arch of the foot. All you flat-footers out there, get thee to a podiatrist forthwith – orthotics as well as other measures can help if the condition is caught early on.
Note the difference: the foot on the left has a normal arch, the foot on the right is flat, indicating a problem with the PT tendon (image from mdmercy.com)
The CE’s condition was so severe that he had to have his entire foot re-built, which is why he chose to have the amazing and esteemed Dr. Ferkel (who literally wrote the book on this surgery) at Southern California Orthopedic Institute (SCOI) perform the surgery.
Dr. Ferkel, baseball nut and surgeon extraordinaire (image from scoi.com)
This involved cutting into the heel, removing a piece of it and re-fashioning it to stabilize the foot. The tendon was completely ruptured, which means that it basically rolled up like a windowshade and had to be teased out and looped together with another tendon in order to restore function to the foot. (Sorry, I should have mentioned you might need a barf bag before you read this paragraph.) Every physician, nurse, x-ray tech and other human being who has looked at the CE’s scar gets very wide eyes and says “Wow! You had a BIG surgery!” Very reassuring…
Post-surgery last year
The foot is now almost fully functional, although it does appear that the CE has some residual sensory nerve damage. This could have resulted from the original condition, the surgery or the nerve block that was done pre-surgery. He can walk, but he does have significant pain in the foot. He has also had pain from the ginormous screws they put in his heel to hold things together, and he jumped (okay, truth be told, he’s not jumping all that well these days…) at the chance to have them removed.
Yes, THOSE screws!
Last time around, he was in the hospital for two nights, in a cast for a few months and in a boot for what seemed like a lifetime. We knew this time around would be less of an ordeal – for one thing, it’s an out-patient procedure, but we didn’t know much else.
The CE and Natalie, Dr. Ferkel's assistant at the pre-op appointment: WHY is this man laughing?
So it was a relief to learn that although the procedure required general anesthesia, there was the possibility that the CE could bypass having a cast and go straight to wearing that familiar old boot. I never thought I’d be happy to see the boot again, but it’s much better than a cast!
And I was amazed to see how quickly he rallied after the surgery. Here he is just a few hours later:
A few hours post-surgery: they gave him the screws as a souvenir (yes I know there's a bad joke here, but I'm not going there)
Another bonus, since we spent the night in the Los Angeles area, was that Victoria took a break from her studies at USC to come visit!
Victoria just aced a big test! Congratulations!
He’s in considerable pain, but hopefully the heel, at least, will hurt less now that the screws are out. Since he’s on crutches for the next week or two, the CE is staying down in the poolhouse with Chloe, Rosie and Birdie for roommates, but he’s already feeling well enough to hobble around. PG brought lunch yesterday and we had a picnic with the chickens.
Is it wrong to eat chicken salad in front of the chickens?
"I hope he gets well soon so he can throw the tennis ball for me!"
Thanks to everyone for the calls and well wishes, to Victoria for the fruit and the visit, to PG for lunch and to Ashleigh for keeping us afloat until the CE is back to his usual superhuman self.
Polloplayer edit: a fair amount of traffic arrives here via searches for “posterior tibialis”. For related posts on this subject, see “Break a Leg?”, “Getting a Leg Up”, “Cast and Characters”, “Ups, Downs” and “Das Boot and Das Molt”
Betting on Casino
Here’s a photo of Casino, the Hula Hen who is contending with the same “plumbing” issues as Autumn.
Casino
Casino has clearly already hit the jackpot in that she has Emily as a guardian angel to watch over her. We’ll hope to hear more happy updates.
Meanwhile, I did find another thread at BYC detailing a possibly successful hysterectomy for a hen with internal laying/egg yolk peritonitis. The qualifier is that the hen did later die, but the owner thought it was due to unrelated causes.
Anyone interested can read more at: http://www.backyardchickens.com/forum/viewtopic.php?id=22773
Autumn seems a bit perkier today, maybe because she had a “celebrity” visitor yesterday:
Victoria took time out from classes at USC to give Autumn a cuddle.
Probably best not to tell Autumn that Ashleigh made Chicken Picatta for dinner…
…And they’re off!
We gathered Wednesday night for two big good-byes: Victoria leaves tonight to start a Masters program at USC. And Daniel and his long-time friend, Hannah (they met when they were 3!) left Thursday morning on a two-week trip across the US to Boston. They made it to Arizona by Thursday evening, and to Alamosa, Colorado Friday night. I didn’t hear from them last night so they may have been without phone service (or, as I lay awake for hours worrying last night, either lying near-death in a culvert or being held hostage by marauding drug lords, take your pick…)
They’ve started a hilariously well-written (no, I’m not biased because I’m his mother) trip blog at
We feted them all with (what else?) a spaghetti dinner al fresco Wednesday evening. Which means that French chef Ashleigh made an Italian dinner for our German/Irish/Scandinavian family and hers (French/Irish as far as I know) with guests Hannah and her brother John (French/English?) Alexandra (Scandinavian/French) stopped by to bid the travelers farewell. Gotta love what passes for the melting pot around here.
Alexandra and the Tart (100% Coton for her- one of the few purebreds in the group)
Granny made a batch of her famous sweet rolls for the road. Yum!
Alexandra and Ashleigh; stirring the pot
You can't leave until Dizzy gives his permission
spaghetti!
The cook gets a hug from her mom, Marie-Christine
Michael savors a bite
At table.
Victoria heads off to grad school at USC next week. Please don't tell the Tart she's leaving!
Ashleigh picked apricots off of our tree for the clafouti. Divine!
Did I mention it gets cold here? John warms up in Daniel's old swim parka
Re-run: spaghetti for a breakfast send-off, another family tradition
"Thanks, Dad, for EVERYTHING!"
John and Hannah
It's never easy to say goodbye to Chloe
Safe travels to all of you! We love you and will miss you! xoxoxo
So much to celebrate!
Alexandra may be the only person who can claim her birthday was upstaged by chickens. Her birthday was last week and we celebrated with a lovely lunch:
Chelsea, Claire, Alexandra and Victoria
Pamela and Alexandra
Alexandra drove south to celebrate her birthday with a hot-air balloon ride, but the rest of us gathered here on Saturday afternoon for what turned into a Chick-Naming-Party. I’m going to try to post a poll with the names in contention, but for the moment, you’ll have to be content with pictures from the event:
Ashleigh made some amazing treats for our guests!
Victoria created the chick-naming materials
The Chicken Kingdom is looking good
Hope marched her babies out from the coop right on cue as the guests began to arrive
Pamela visits with the little Black Copper Marans chick
Phyllis enjoys the Silkie
Ashleigh holds the little Easter Egger
Katherine makes sure that Autumn doesn't feel left out
Pamela and Kirk re-define chicken coop attire (they were on their way to another party, actually...one that didn't involve pine shavings)
Soho the scaredy cat: "If I don't look at it will it go away?"
Our neighbor, Jo, dropped by to welcome the baby chicks
So did Chadd and his friend, James
Lori and Victoria
Birdie even joined us for some outdoor time
Julia, Victoria and I enjoyed a little late-afternoon sunshine when the fog finally lifted a bit
Somehow I missed getting a photo of Marie-Christine. Maybe that means we need to name a chick after her…
Yesterday was Father’s Day, and, in addition to being splashed all over the blog (thanks for all the nice comments!) the CE enjoyed a lovely brunch and reveled in the phone calls from all the far-flung kids. Julia brought fresh-baked banana bread and Victoria made a pie and some amazing artwork, so it was a very sweet day.
King for the Day, and Emperor forever!
PG and the CE
Trying our hardest here to make every day a holiday!
Is there a doctor in the house?
Someone's going to medical school, and no, it's not Vernon!
Congrats on your MCAT scores, Victoria!
Re-wind Pt 3 of 3: They say it’s your birthday!
Just a run-of-the-mill birthday, or so I thought. As they stack up, they seem less like a collection and more like, well, old age, I guess. I was planning to be happy with the gift of tyrannical tv remote appropriation (anyone up for an NCIS marathon?) but someone (not naming names, but Victoria comes to mind…with assistance from Ashleigh and the CE) stopped just a chicken feather short of declaring it a national holiday. And now, with not one, but two, birthday dinners and innumerable gifts later, I stand before you, another year older and woefully behind on writing thank-you notes.
From birthday dinner #1: Alexandra, PG and the Diz
The CE and VIctoria with the best birthday dessert ever: Trifle!
Beautiful flowers from Katherine
Be still my heart! The CE gave me a signed album cover of Joni Mitchell's "Wild Things Run Fast". Best gift ever from the best husband ever!
The table is set for dinner #2
Victoria and Ashleigh worked for hours and hours and hours on the second birthday dinner. The food was so amazing I want to go back and have it all over again!
Ah, popovers and prime rib! Heavenly!
Julia brought these breathtaking peonies
I didn’t know the guest list, so I was holding out a shred of hope that Hugh Laurie might knock on the door, but the next best thing to a House heartthrob has got to be Michael in his dapper James Bondesque jacket:
Michael and an admiring Birdie
Karen and Julia
Pamela, Soho and moi
The one, the only, CE!
PG, the ubiquitous Soho, and Dave
Beethoven thoughtfully dressed up for the occasion
The cooks and their muse: Ashleigh, Marie-Christine and Victoria
It’s much easier to age when you’re lucky enough to have such wonderful friends and family around. I think my college roommate, Anne, summed it up best with this card:
Inside it says: "You're no spring chicken, but you're still a tasty dish!"
"Can we move on now? May is SO over. Yawn!"
Yes, there will be no Tarty Party
Poor Soho. For her, it’s just another day. Hey, at least she’s not stressing over a tax deadline, right?
"I don't do birthdays before noon"
As many Polloplayer readers know, we celebrate Soho’s birthday with an every-other-year party. On the alternate years, we make a donation to DAWG’s pit bull spay and neuter program. Yes, Miss Tart is a philanthropist. You expected less?
Soho as a puppy, with Dizzy and Cody
There has been some confusion over exactly how old Soho is, and like any woman of a certain age, she is not talking. My records show she was born April 15, 2004, which makes her, in dog years, yikes, 49! I guess we need to start treating her with a bit more respect.
"Still waiting for my first birthday party..."
Before anyone calls the ASPCA and cries animal cruelty over a skipped birthday party, let me assure you that Soho will have a happy day. At least one walk, perhaps a car ride, and, most definitely, a birthday pizzle stick. And she did have a few celebrity sightings earlier in the week:
Soho and Chloe with two of their favorite "celebrities", Phyllis and Dave
Victoria, who has cooked for us for the past two years, is busy preparing for the MCAT test and has handed off the baton – or spatula, as it may be – to her sister Ashleigh, who just returned to town. Ashleigh just happens to be a professional pastry chef – poor us! Note to the CE: call the carpenter to widen the doorways…
Victoria and Ashleigh
We invited Dave and Karen, Granny, and Alexandra – just returned from a trip to South Korea – to join us for Ashleigh’s debut in our kitchen. Pot de creme all around! Yum!
Always the adventurer! Alexandra at the DMZ
It’s sunny and 70 degrees here today, although I see that those poor little eagles in Decorah, Iowa, have snow in their nest this morning. Hang in there, East Coasters! Spring is just around the corner!
Happy happy!
Yes, it’s the dead of winter, the East coast is buried beneath snow, Egypt is erupting in worrisome unrest and that pesky hawk continues to swirl overhead in hopes of a taste of chicken tartare. But for the moment, let’s put all that aside and focus on the REALLY important event of this week: Taylor’s 24th birthday!
Seems like just yesterday!
Five weeks old
"If you keep dressing me like this, I will make you sorry someday"
Where the years have gone I have no clue, but it seems like just yesterday that my dutiful first-born son arrived ON his due date with his mile-long eyelashes and changed my life forever for the better.
Sweetie, this is for you:
And just to put the icing on the cake, so to speak, Victoria’s birthday was also this week and we were lucky enough to score an invite to her beautiful birthday breakfast. Nothing like lounging in the sun on the patio of the Four Seasons while the rest of the country is up to its ears in icicles. Many thanks to Michael and Marie-Christine for including us.
Birthday breakfast dessert!
Last night the celebration continued at Alexandra’s cozy new abode, where she hosted an elegant little dinner party. Dessert was an amazingly decadent French concoction of chocolate, hazelnut, praline and macaroons in honor of Victoria’s birthday. A food crime of the highest order but worth every caloric bite!
Thanks, Alexandra!
C'est bon!
In other news, blog correspondent Catherine sent this photo just to remind Hope and Autumn that there are much more clever and hard-working hens out there than them:
I'm not sure where this photo originated, but it's not unheard of for hens to share their mothering skills wherever needed.
And lastly, but by no means least, friend Carly sent a photo of her new dog, a rescue lab aptly named Murphy S. Law after he was consecutively diagnosed with Parvo, then Pneumonia and then Bordatella. He’s healthy now and very, very lucky to have landed in such a loving home.
Murphy finally got the stroke of good luck he needed!
Happy weekend!
Greetings from the Arctic!
It’s that time of year again – cold, cold, cold! Wait a second – that would be EVERY time of the year here in coastal southern CA, wouldn’t it? Winter, high temps in the 60′s; summer, high temps in the 60′s.
Summer clothes remain stowed deep in the closet; I sit at the computer swathed in a sweater and wool socks. How I long for that 100 degree weather in NYC that everyone was complaining about. Just to prove I’m not making it up, this from yesterday’s LA Times:
The 68-degree low at Los Angeles International Airport broke the old record low for the day, which was 70 degrees in 1991. Santa Barbara (68) and San Luis Obispo (69) broke records as well.
Speaking of northern climes, here are two stunning photos that Emily sent from her recent trip to Iceland:
a volcano - that's not fog, it's steam!
The Arctic Ocean - looks warm compared to southern CA these days!
We braved the cold and ventured out to see Inception Monday night with a crew of young friends. The movie was an edge-of-your-seat serpentine stroll through the subconscious. Leonardo DiCaprio with furrowed brow, Ellen Page in her Juno outfits but sans the snappy comebacks, a smoldering Marion Cotillard, and a subdued performance from one of my favorite actors, Cillian Murphy. Remember him as the creepy bad guy from Batman Begins?
Cillian Murphy
The movie was fun, but having dinner with Daniel, Hannah, Victoria, Alexandra and her friend, Rick, (see, Rick, I told you you’d be on the blog!) was even more fun:
Daniel, Rick and Alexandra
Victoria and Hannah
Daniel returned to NYC on Wednesday to enjoy the city for a few weeks (and the warmer weather!) before he heads to South Korea to visit his friend, Amber. It was so nice to have him home!
Daniel's farewell breakfast included an egg sandwich. Guess who provided the eggs...
Saying good-bye at the airport
Granny mentioned that the chicken blog has been a bit short on chicken updates lately, and the girls agree. We brought them crickets this afternoon to atone for our negligence.
"I prefer caviar with my crickets, thank you"
"And don't forget the toast points"
While we were at the pet store buying crickets, a volunteer with B.U.N.S. (Bunnies Urgently Needing Shelter) http://www.bunssb.org/ was on hand with a darling young rabbit who is seeking a home. You can only imagine how quickly the CE ushered me out of the store after he spied me in deep conversation about bunnykeeping.
I hope somebunny adopts him soon!
We acquired a new addition to our chicken decor collection this week. Granny’s friend, Edie, brought us an egg box – I can’t tell whether it’s a reproduction or an original, but either way it’s very cool, and has a wonderful likeness of Amelia on it!
Thanks, Edie!
And there was another acquisition this week: I bought an ipad! My friend, Tara, has one and showed me the “Words with Friends” app that allows you to play a virtual Scrabble game online. Had to have it! Of course, the next day I saw a Wired magazine article entitled “iPad Owners Are ‘Selfish Elites.’ Critics Are ‘Independent Geeks.’ “
According to the article, ipad owners are “six times more likely to be “wealthy, well-educated, power-hungry, over-achieving, sophisticated, unkind and non-altruistic 30-50 year olds.” As unflattering as that portrait may be, I have to say I am thrilled just to be considered in a 30-50 year-old age group. Hopefully, that is not the only part of the profile I don’t fit in…
Meanwhile, instead of endeavoring to be more altruistic, I’ll be brushing up on my Scrabble skills so I can be worthy of a game with Tara!
The CE continues to cool his heels, so to speak. He’s had his appointments with the two surgeons we’ve been told are tops for performing the procedure he needs, and he is now deciding which one will wield the scalpel. Interestingly, each doc has a slightly different approach so it’s not as straightforward a decision as we would have expected. In either case, however, the CE is looking at two months on crutches, one of them with a full cast. Yikes! The dogs have not suffered in the least - they’ve enjoyed runs on the beach and lovely walks with some of their favorite friends.
Victoria gives Chloe a rinse after a beach outing
Vernon went, too!
Katherine and Karma came to pick up the girls this morning
"Sorry you can't come with me, CE"
Sitting pretty
After the walk
Karma says goodbye
Down but not out: he can still wrangle cats!
One thing is for certain: the upcoming surgery means we won’t be visiting NYC anytime soon. A disappointment, for sure. Victoria painted this city scene for us as a surprise – it will be our consolation until we’re able to see the real thing.
Weekend Wrap-up
Just to prove there IS life with two less-than-abled folks running the show, here are some pix from our weekend:
Multi-tasking: When she's not tending to the dogs, Alexandra gets quality time with Birdie
More multi-tasking: Victoria took the girls and Vernon to the beach yesterday
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun: Julia and her friends borrowed the pool house yesterday to prep for a wedding
Aren't they beautiful?!
Just like old times: Nice to have Daniel home! Hannah joined us for dinner.
It's not his BBQ'ing foot, thank goodness! The CE still managed to grill steaks and Granny made the yummiest peach pie!
Just keep the Cheerio's coming: the chickens are still keeping the CE on his toes, so to speak
We'll walk with you!
