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Gavin at the vet’s
Gavin was NOT happy to visit his friends at ABE Veterinary Clinic.
They consider themselves his friends but he’s not so sure about that. I had a heck of time just getting him into the clinic this time. In the exam room, even a tennis ball could not make him happy. He just wanted to get out of there and go home.
Dr. Ashley and her assistant had to wrestle him to check his ears and then put medicine in them. For a fourteen year old dog he’s hell awful strong.
Medications and his exam bill later, we were over three hundred dollars in the hole. However, his ears look better. His skin is improved (thank you Apoquel) his allergies finally seem to be under control.
I struggled to get him into the van to go home and to get him out of the van when we got there.
Once home, he wanted his tennis ball.
Nut-ball dog.
The money pit we live in
As if being told we need to replace our oil tank wasn’t bad enough, now it’s the chimney too.
We need flooring, every wall inside needs painting, the kitchen is in dire need of an update. Let’s not even begin to discuss the bathrooms.
Yeah, the house is a 148 year old death trap.
Can we say let’s have a lottery win and move the hell out?
I hate this house and I truly don’t care that he’s lived here all his life.
Gavin and his 50 tennis balls
The other day, I ordered fifty tennis balls for Gavin.
He’d popped his last one, and dig as he might through the toy box, he couldn’t find another one.
They arrived yesterday afternoon.
Gavin is a hoot. Any other dog would have gone for all of them.
Not Gavin. He took one out of the bag and played with that all evening until he had completely popped it in half.
Got to love this old boy!
How many alerts does it take to keep us on schedule?
So we almost missed The Curmudgeon’s neurologist appointment.
He forgot to give me the date and time for the computer scheduling calendar and then he forgot to remind me the day before when his calendar reminder on his cell phone reminded him. (Deep breath.)
Of course when I saw him putting on shoes at ten in the morning I had to ask him what was up. I’m not sure if he thought he’d drive or not but yes, I exploded when he told me he had a neurologist appointment at 1:30. (Hours away.)
“And you’re getting ready to go now? Why the heck didn’t you say something last night?”
I crawled off the couch, took care of the dogs, went upstairs, showered, dressed and it wasn’t even noon yet. Only takes us fifteen minutes to get there in heavy traffic.
Sigh.
Oh and his neurologist is going to do the testing and stuff on my wrist. Feels good to know it’ll be done by someone I already know.
This one yells at us four times a day to take our pills.
Not sure how we’ll work it in
One of these days I’m going to have to have surgery on my hand, carpal tunnel, fun stuff.
Half of my left hand is numb. Feels weird for sure. Doesn’t make opening jars and other things easy to do.
I just can’t seem to find the time to go. The doctor my doctor wants me to see is NOT conveniently near and he hasn’t given me another choice.
Tough, I intend to find one closer to home where I don’t have to fight traffic and can get home in a hurry if I have to.
No one seems to understand the importance of logistics.
Age of Empires Castle Siege
It all started as a lark.
However, now I am hooked.
Too old to play games some people say.
I say bunk.
Playing games keeps me from going round the bend and this game also gives me another chance to socialize with people of all ages.
That’s better than hurling birds at pigs. Besides….
My winter fat is now spring rolls
I NEED the cold weather to go away. If I can’t get out in the fresh air and do some things I enjoy like walking in the park and fishing, I will go completely round the bend. I need the exercise and a stationary bike doesn’t cut it.
No matter what I do, I keep putting on weight. I wonder why.
Stress much? Gee, my husband has secondary progressive multiple sclerosis… maybe. “Stress causes the body go into crisis mode. As a result, the body begins to slow down and store fat.”
Get enough sleep? You know I don’t. “When you’re sleep deprived, your body can’t work to its best ability. The body’s reacts to a lack of sleep by storing fat.”
Then I get depressed and binge eat. “Comfort foods such as chocolate and other sweets may soothe the soul, but they expand the waistline.”
Yeah, I’m getting too fluffy.
Am I still a writer?
Is one still a writer if one hasn’t been able to write for a long time?
If my brain refuses to relax enough to keep on track long enough to string together more than a few paragraphs, I feel extremely lucky.
Most days my mind is in neutral and refuses to get into gear. It is driving me crazy.
He deserves them
If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, or if you are one of my friends, you know that we have two dogs, Gavin and Lucy.
Gavin is now the oldest Bull Terrier we’ve ever had at the age of 14 years and 4 months.
Lately, he has decided that his favorite pastime is killing tennis balls after diner. And lately, we have indulged him completely on his obsession. He pops one a night.
We had a good amount of tennis balls in the house stemming from tennis camps and tennis balls left there, asked permission for, and collected by The Curmudgeon, and brought home over the years.
The Curmudgeon was forced into retirement on 12/12/2003 so we haven’t had any new ones brought in since then and Gavin popped another one tonight…
We are down to the last two tennis balls that Gavin will get tomorrow and the next day.
I went to Amazon hunted for and found them by bulk. I ordered 50 tennis balls they should last him 50 days. I got them for about a buck a piece.
The temptation to roll them all out on the floor for him when they get here is great, but then I’d have to pick them all up or watch The Curmudgeon kill himself walking around here.
I think we’ll stick to one a night.
Six months after the pneumothorax…
The hospital bills are beginning to arrive.
Yes, we just got the first one from his stay back in October.
OMG.
They will have to be happy with small payments. We’ll never have enough to pay it all off at once and then there’s the four hospital stays after that one.
Yeah, really looking forward to those bills.
Blood from a stone, people. Blood from a stone.
A little corn bread maybe?
Hungry for some sort of Mexican flavored casserole (I’ll invent it) to go with corn bread.
Just dying for corn bread really. LOL
Ever have one of those cravings?
I do. Often. Usually for something sweet but this time I’m craving savory. Yes, my corn bread leans to the savory side.
What are you craving tonight?
Why wasn’t it enough sleep?
When is it enough, not enough, and/or too much?
Lucy woke me early so I took her out, and I took Gavin out. Then I fed them and had a cup of coffee. I wasn’t exhausted but soon felt the downward tug of my eyelids as I tried to focus on my Age of Empires; Castle Siege game.
The couch called my name and Lucy wanted a cuddle buddy too. I tried. I did.
However, Gavin decided about then that he needed to go out again. The Curmudgeon failed to rise from his seat so I got up and took Gavin out, and Lucy too since she decided she could go.
My eyelids still heavy, I decided to leave The Curmudgeon alone with the dogs and seek out my bed that I haven’t slept in since October.
I slept.
I slept all day.
I woke at five to the sound of Lucy screaming for her dinner. The Curmudgeon was taking too long to suit her. I went downstairs, finished getting the dogs’ dinners, and then ours.
Later, sitting in front of my computer, I felt my eyelids striving to close again.
Aw. Come on. You slept all day!
Lucy sleeping
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