October 16, 2019

White Dog and the rest of the White Dog Army are becoming used to Lyndzy's weekly visits and she is comfortable enough with them that Steve no longer gates them in the kitchen. They announce her arrival and wait patiently as she unloads her bag and makes her way into the house before turning down the volume of their welcome song in favor of kisses and nuzzles.

Lyndzy is my AtHome nurse who checks in once a week to make sure all is progressing and to be my troubleshooter with the system. (She is the one working to find a way around my insurance company's refusal to pay for physical therapy). She has cats but clearly the WDA has forgiven her for that.

As Lyndzy sits on a chair set up by Steve in the bedroom doorway and fires up her computer, the WDA settles along the hallway to quietly observe. We discuss my health and exchange observations. I answer her questions and she, mine. All are good with the routine...

...until she stands and leans over me to capture my vital signs, get a temperature reading, take my blood pressure...THEN the White Dogs raise their objections and worry that she may hurt me. When she sits back down to enter data, all is well.

After Lyndzy is escorted back out of the front door, I am inspected and sniffed just to make sure. The real proof all is well  is when I distribute post-nursing treats for all.