When Kell’s cast was removed her tibia was fully healed, but the muscles on her lower leg were markedly wizened from just a short period of inactivity. It was time for Gran to begin the process of restoring her to hunting condition.
Except she didn’t, at first.
There was one pathetic session of “exercise” that didn’t do any good at all. Kell, frustrated, began working out on her own until Gran told her she was risking breaking the bone all over again. Kell sulked, looking down the road at months before being able to hunt again.
The next day Gran did an about-face and put Kell through a grueling routine. This delighted Kell, as she showed definite progress. (My goal isn’t for her to hunt, of course; it’s for her to dance with Dad at my wedding.)
Even better news this week...by 2014 Kell’s broken leg won’t be able to be classified as a “pre-existing condition.”
Meanwhile, a large herd of deer suddenly departed the area. The census takers were trying to track them down for countering, but all they found was a pile of discarded carrots.
No question this week; I'll be away from my computer and won't be able to answer any responses.
