I think the Prodigal Tortoise's goal in running away may have been to go someplace quiet to die in a dignified manner. Since her return she has not been herself. The Man Who Lives In My House cares deeply for all beings' well being. This is a wonderful characteristic, within REASON!! He has been looking at her anxiously, and muttering. "I think she has an infection," he informed me several days ago. "Or maybe a tumor. See that? it's inflamed. And those are maggots."
'That' was the part of the body that on a human would be a trapezius. It looked gross: red and slimy where it should have been grayish and scaly. I can't even talk about the maggots. You would hurl. No wonder she wanted to just go bury herself under the woodpile. I would, too.
"You'll have to take her to the vet." The vet? I called our vet. They only treat mammals. I ended up driving the turtle across town and writing a check for $58 dollars. That's the new patient exam fee. Treatment will be additional.
Since I know you'll be unable to sleep for wondering, I will keep you apprised of her prognosis.