Last Two Nabbed at 34th St. Baptist Colony

I nabbed the last two ferals at the 34th street Baptist colony last night. Except another tame cat has been dropped off there, so hope to get him done Tuesday also.

The colony caretaker is interesting.

I am mystified with the Lebanon people, with two of my traps. Yesterday, the woman finally left me a message that she had been trying all day to catch any of the remaining five and was then, when she left the message, at the same time I was over catching the last two 34th street cats, that she was just so tired out from trying that she was going to bed.

I can't figure out why they're having such difficulty or what she is doing. YOu don't really have to work at catching cats when you have traps. You just set them. I showed the daughter how to use the traps and how to selectively trap. I bet she didn't show her mom what I showed her. I need to connect with the mom, I think, and train her, or just do it myself.

My guess is she's spooking the cats horribly, however she's doing things. In other words, working way too hard at it.

My right leg and foot hurt so bad last night it was hard to sleep. The nerve running down the side of my lower leg into my foot is inflamed. This goes way back to when my back disc was crushing my right leg nerve until I lost nerve stimulation to my right knee and my lower leg and ankle on the right side and across the front of my foot, would hurt so bad it was like it was on fire. My foot hasn't really worked right since that nerve was crushed so badly by that disc for too long. Occasionally, the nerve becomes inflamed again too. The problem went unchecked for so long I could have lost a lot more function than I did. My insurance would not pay for diagnostics on my back. I could only walk a few hundred feet during that last year, as the problem worsened and the pain was extreme.

I got surgery right as my mother was dying in southern Oregon of unknown causes. An MRI revealed a disc squished out, probably for a long long time, but it was hardening, at this point, across a major nerve, crushing it against bone. I had an injury, when a teenager, an ice skating accident in which a guy, skating way too fast, hit me, knocking me up over his back. I landed on the ice on my lower back, breaking my tailbone and possibly the lowest vertebra also. These injuries do come back to haunt a person later in life.

I lost reflex in my right knee and my doctor told me I might have to have emergency surgery to save the nerve to my right leg. I had surgery the next week. I'd suddenly inexplicitly been reviewed on SSI a few months before, and as a result, after 20 some years on SSI, changed to getting mostly SSD, which meant I was on Medicare as primary. And as a result, for six months, I wasn't under a Medicare HMO and that's why I got surgery.

Good Sam owns the Oregon Health Plan HMO I was under who denied diagnostics and surgery on my back. I had a friend who works as an operating room nurse in Portland who kept telling me they fix OHP patients backs all the time up there, that she knew the surgery was covered and that I needed to move out of the area of Good Sam's OHP HMO, who was denying me a covered service, so I could save myself. I didn't have the financial capacity to move, so God in Heaven I think saved me with that inexplicable review after 20 years on SSI, that switched me to Medicare. I was really grateful the switch happened and for that neurosurgeon and his team who gave me back my ability to walk. It was like a miracle.

But I still get pain now and then, mostly in my leg below my knee and ankle. I don't think that will ever change. My knee and ankle have not worked quite right since. I'll take what I can get, however! I still think about how I got that surgery. It can make a person believe in miracles.

Well anyhow, I have those two cats. I had not remembered accurately when the next appointments are, that I have at the vet. I thought they were for today, but they're for tomorrow, so I have to hold the two. I think they're both boys.