Did you hear the door slamming shut the Tuesday night with a huge bang; that was the door that controls my yarn budget, slamming shut. I took Di to the vet Tuesday evening and we were there for a couple of hours. The result is that there is nothing else he can do for her, he has tapped out on the meds and surgery is not a possibility so he suggested a cardiologist. A doggy cardiologist is just as much as a human cardiologist, only I do not have insurance and a co-pay to cover the visits. lolol Her heart is pressing against her trachea and she eventually just will not be able to breath, but what can I do? We have increased everything to the max dosage, so he is hoping that the cardi will know something better that will relieve the pressure. He also things she has some strain of lupus that is causing her nose to crack and peel, so she has to have sunscreen on her snout when she goes out (and do you know how many times a day a dox on Lasix goes out?); in addition, she is starting to show signs of doggy senility. This whole thing is like a tumbleweed, rolling out of control. Aging is a nasty process isn’t it, for people and for pets.
The whole thing makes me very sad, but I am not depressed, where I plan on slitting my wrists. It is just sad to watch someone I love decline.
Now that we are all nice and sad, I have to tell you I did buy the Maggie Sefton book the other night, but when Di and I got in bed, we decided that we wanted the comfort of the familiar and went for an oooold Nora Roberts, Born in Ice. Maggie Sefton will be for tonight or over the weekend.
I am working away on the one row scarf, it isn’t hurting my arm or wrist, but I am only doing a few rows at a time. I am still working on the baby blanket for the woman at work, but I can only do a couple of rows a night on that one, but at least I am knitting!
Have a great day!