With three weeks before school, I am hurting.
I don’t know if it is something I did but I have terrible pain in my left foot. I managed to get a podiatrist here, and have a 3 PM appointment today.
Isn’t it funny when nothing i going on, nothing goes on, right? Then, when it is time to get things going, then it all hits the fan.
Stay tuned for the further adventures of Hop-a-long…hopefuly not for much longer because it’s almost time for school!
Zush is not feeling well.
I have to try to get her into the vet tomorrow, as she has been yelping on occasion and that is not good.What’s worse is I am a big tear-stained mom worrying about it.As someone who would have children would say, it’s rough when a child can’t tell you what’s wrong.Well, same thing for a fur child.
I’m keeping her on only potty walks and out of the heat.She’s eating and doing everything she should be doing, but the sharp yelp scares me: she’s obviously hurting.Please send some prayers or good karma up for my girl.
Motherhood…it’s not for the faint of heart.
There is nothing like pain to really make you wonder about life.
How can you feel better? What should you do? How can you get friends and loved ones to realize that you are not bitchy, but you are in legitimate pain.
You are in a new town, well, relatively new, and you are waiting on test results.Call up your local physician who entered the referral for the test and says, ” Uh, take alive until we get the results.”
I have never used ice like I am now.If only my mind and body can just get together and decide to be at peace.I am praying every day, and trying to wait things out.
It’s been that kind of day.
To top it off, I came home and Zush is hurting again.The yelp is back, albeit it very sporadic.The Zusher needs to be monitored constantly. Unfortunately, I have to be at work and Jim is busy during the day.When I left her this morning there was no yelp. This afternoon, I cam through the door and it’s almost being back at square 3.She isn’t constantly yelping. I wish she wasn’t yelping, period.
Please hold a good thought or say a little prayer for the Zush, and hold a good thought for Mom, i.e.,me.It’s rough when you don’t know what’s wrong with the baby!
Too bad my girl doesn’t qualify for Obama care..lol
All of a sudden Zush was in such apparent pain she kept leaving little yelps of pain out to let us know something wasn’t right. My nephew Gregory was kind enough to get over to the vet yesterday and pick up her Tramadol for her arthritis.That, we thought, would have resolved the issue but it didn’t.
This morning was not a fun scene. Zush obviously in pain yelping, Kasia wondering what’s wrong and me crying because, yes, damn it, they’re my fur kids.Managed to get through the day to 1:30, when I could leave for the girl’s 2:30pm appointment.
She was in such pain Jim had trouble getting her out of the car, but she got down and into the vet we went. Evidently, Zush’s spine was out of whack and now, with a steroid shot, and slow bathroom only walks, we’ll have our Zush up to speed in new time.When you are talking about a fur baby that’s 12 years old, well we had a big sigh of relief for our girl.She is the rock of our lives!
Below is a shot of Jim’s arm as he carries our Zush out of the back of the car.
When someone would normally tell you that,they don’t want you to miss anything: something important is coming up.
My blinks, these days, are sporadic.They neglect to tell you how temperamental an eye is. As the day gets later, my right eye is awfully sore and tired. I actually had to write this entry before I take the ointment and put it in my eye. Once it is in, my right eye vision gets fuzzy from the medicine. It’s a two edge sword, because as fuzzy as it gets, I really don’t need an infection in my eye.There are only six more days of putting the ointment in twice a day, then the next and last week, I only need to put it in once a day
Thank goodness I still have one working eye, but at this time of the day, it’s just as tired as the right eye.
I had physical therapy again today and it is getting rough.
Evidently,there’s a point of strengthening your muscle and then we are to the point where we have been working this week-control of my hip muscles.
The key, and probably starting exercise reminds you either of driving school or a DUI maize.There is a line of small neon orange cones, and all ten are laid out in a straight line.Evidently either my hip is so week or balance so bad that I actually have a cane in my hand while I am doing this because when I didn’t, I almost fell. The idea is to raise your leg over the cone and basically with the cone spacing out between both feet, you slowly are putting one foot directly in front of the other.Sara, my therapist, laughed,as said I didn’t leave the line too inebriated.***translation -only a few cones were out of line***.
What is going to make things rougher is that I am scheduled for surgery on August 15th and as of tomorrow, I can no longer use my post-therapy partner for cure all liquid Aleve. I have to go to Tramadol or extra strength Tylenol.
This getting older business is definitely not for sissies.