Monthly Archives: May 2014
Fried brain
It seems that not enough has happened this past week so The Curmudgeon had to go overboard. He didn’t tell me he fell again the other day and smashed his ribs into the side board of his bed. Well, he did. Yep, looks like he cracked a couple of ribs again. Worse thing is he’s come down with a bit of a cough with it. Uh huh, that hurts.
His moans and groans are epic and I swear Gavin mimics him once in a while to garner attention. Thank goodness for bedtime around here, a time where I get a little break in the chaos, unless The Curmudgeon can’t fall to sleep, then the chaos continues.
I long for a day of silence. Not complete ear ringing silence, but the silence you find at a beach when you are the only one there, or in the woods in the early evening.
I don’t want a running commentary of what is playing on TV. I am in the same room and trying to do something not pertaining to the TV. Please don’t tell me about that stupid commercial for the four hundred and thirty-seventh time.
By the end of the day my brain is fried into a crispy non-functioning pile of cells. You all have a good day.
Patty is not well
I guess we didn’t have enough stress in this house. Day before yesterday Patty did a lot of whining all night, very unlike her, poor pup. (Gavin is the whiny butt in this house.) Therefore my instructions to The Curmudgeon was that he make an appointment for her at the vet’s first thing in the morning.
We took her to the Vet’s. A new vet since all our vets retired from the practice. Thank goodness she has French Bulldogs and is familiar with how stoic the bully breeds are. Too stoic, she would not tell her doctor where she hurt. All the vet could tell was, she had less range of motion than normal when she moved Patty’s head up, down, and side to side. Not one yip or whine did the pup make in front of her new vet. Not a good thing. She showed her doctor nothing to give a hint to the degree of pain she’s in.
A listen to her chest found a new problem, a heart murmur, stage 4. Now we know why she almost passed out while rough housing with Gavin a few weeks ago. After her syncope incident I wouldn’t allow too much play on her part.
She’s medicated, still whiny (at home), and on plenty of rest. We hope we can at least relieve her pain and get her feeling better.
Now I have to keep track of The Curmudgeon’s medications, my medications, and Patty’s medications.
Would it be possible for us to have at least one stress free week in the future?
You all have a good one and please keep Patty in your thoughts. She can use the help.
Wet weather
Lots of rain brought flooding to many areas around here. We’re lucky, our house is on a high point. Even so, our basement got wet. The ground is so saturated there’s no place for it to drain.
The poor pups were very unhappy campers with more rain yesterday. I think Patty is feeling waterlogged. Gavin would look out the back door at the pouring rain, heave a big sigh, then go out three steps into the yard, and pee as fast as he could.
The wet weather is making The Curmudgeon miserable. He’s had to take break through pain medications for the last three days.
As I listen to the rain start once again, I am looking forward to a couple of sunny days.
You all have a good one.
Mom says we won’t melt in the rain, but we don’t believe her.
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