Hot Diggity Dog

  Today has been a trying day. The Patient had a follow-up appointment with the primary to see if his numbers from the blood draw have gone back to normal. You might recall that this is the doctor who prescribe 60 pain pills to The Patient ..... There is a reason I always tag along to his appointments. I have to listen to what is being said and be the voice of reason. The Patient was complaining about the pain he was still experiencing. We are old, it takes longer to heal. Add to that the fact that he did not follow up with the re-hab. He had the information but dug his heels in and simply refused to call. He wants me to do it, and I want him to be more responsible about his own health. I dug MY heels in and I refused to call. His numbers were good and the doctor gave ME a post it note with the phone number for re-hab. They are in a conspiracy to make me be the caregiver and I do NOT want the job. As it stands, I already do everything. My ganglion cyst has grown back to its full si...

  Not much has changed here. The anti-virus pop-ups still cover one third of my laptop screen. The fruit flies multiply daily despite all my efforts to make them disappear. The Patient is still thwarting any effort to go to rehab. Oh, and the sun is quite hot when I go outside. I have sent a text to my son about the laptop issues. I am hoping that will take care of that. The fruit flies continue to swarm my face and fly up under my glasses and get into my eyes, mouth and nose. I am the (proud?) owner of not one, but 2 ZEVO contraptions. They do catch some on their sticky surface, but my fruit flies seem not to be enchanted with the blue light that is supposed to attract them. In addition to the ZEVOs I have small saucers of vinegar and dish soap all over the place. The Patient saw something that said they are living in our drains. Then he discovered a product that will take care of the drains and eliminate the flies. I have flushed baking soda and vinegar down each drain followed b...

  The Patient continues to complain about the pain. The rehab clinic has yet to call to make an appointment. Now, he was told that if he was not contacted in a timely fashion, he should contact the rehab facility, or the doctor's office. The Patient has not done so. The Patient's wife refuses to. I am busy most of the time tending gardens and animals, taking care of laundry and cooking and cleaning. The Patient just sits there in his recliner screwing up his face in pain and asking me where the pain pills are. I tell him every day that he took all the pain pills and to try Tylenol. Just yesterday he asked me if I took his pain pills! No, I did not take your stupid pain pills. That being said, I confess that I did take some out every day until there were so few it would be noticeable.  I hid them for real pain events; I didn't swallow any. I was appalled that he was given SIXTY pills. This was in week 7 and the pain was not unbearable. He said he just needed something that w...

  Kevin is coming home today. He will have his own special teak box to join the other pets I have lost. He will be in good company. I will be sad all day. It is true that there are 9 other cats just out my door. None of them are Kevin. None of them have his quirky personality. Ginger is a sweet little girl, but she keeps looking for Kevin when she comes inside. Bo has searched the entire house for his playmate.  I think that Eddie and I will just go to my she shed and spend some time organizing. When we tire of that we will walk through the gardens there. The sleek black kitten, Barack, who has avoided my attempts to befriend him has started following me when I am outside. Every day removes a little distance between us. He is a gorgeous creature, but I am not the one trying to get close to him, he is the one edging closer to me. Almost like he knows how sad I am.  I find little things every day that Kevin played with. His favorite box is still on the porch. Just a cardboa...

  We took our Kevin to the vet this afternoon. He was still not eating or drinking much, and his little face reflected his misery. I knew it was going to be bad. He was so listless all weekend. Did not respond to anything. I brought his favorite box inside for him to lay in, but he was not interested. He didn't want to be held or petted. He just tucked his legs and tail under his body and sat staring at nothing. He perked up a little when we got in the truck. He watched the scenery go by through the window while I held him up. Sparked a little hope in me. They took him back to get his vitals and weigh him, then the vet came in looking worried. He told us he suspected that one of three feline diseases were the cause and that they were all bad. We paid for him to test his blood, and he came back and told us that the one Kevin had (I was no longer paying attention to all of his words) was treatable but was not always successful and was expensive and difficult to maintain for 6 weeks. ...

  Time to vent about inflation, big box stores, and ZEVO. Well, you all know about inflation and the smaller portions at a higher price. I suppose all of us are shopping for the best price on everything nowadays. But then you get cautious .... lettuce, a vegetable I love and could eat every day is taboo. Taylor Farms sells under various names, and you don't know what you are getting. I am far too old to spend my days attached to the toilet. So, we no longer have BLT's. Because I grow our tomatoes, we now enjoy an occasional BT. Then you wonder about other things available in the supermarket. Like chicken. It has come to my attention that some of what my grandmother called "fryers" are huge. Hormones, I suppose. There are farms around here and their prices reflect the money they spend to feed the animals. Eggs are rarely offered for less than $5 a dozen. We are looking to buy a freezer and find someone to split a side of beef with. Also, half a hog. Okay, that is off m...