I ran last night. Ok I walk/ran but Lyndsey tells me I RAN! So I'll go with that.
Let 's back up a bit. I am 45 yrs old and as the Indigo Girls like to say "heavier by the year and heavier by the load". I am struggling with this aging idea. Mentally I feel 16 most days. I laugh I cut up I enjoy life mostly. Yet in the last year or so exercise has been hard for me.
I love to walk. I could walk all day long and am frequently excited by a long 5 mile trek. No problem. With the brown eyed boy, I like it even more. As predicted he is not allowed to walk at the moment and I a joining him in a life of sympathetic sloth.
The kicker here is that I have signed up with a bunch of friends to do a Color Run in October. Mostly we will run some per- determined distance in our tennis whites and have chalk thrown at us and come out looking like Neapolitan ice cream I think. It'll be fun. I have to get into shape.
The issue is this. I used to be 16 yrs old and weigh 102 lbs. Yall can fuss at me all you want about that but
I was. I was captain of the track and cross country team. Ran my butt off in August heat and proudly puked at the top of a hill in a fancy neighborhood in Knoxville. I was never fast but I could outlast anyone. I ran at least 8 miles of a half marathon two years ago. I trotted through it and it was fine. I did it and got the t shirt.
I am competing against that 16 yr old and losing badly.
Now? Ack. I need to do this so I won't collapse on this fun run with a bunch of friends watching. It hurts. Ok running is supposed to hurt? I know that mind over matter crap. My knees hurt. My toes hurt. It is hot as hell and I am in peri menopause. Basically that means do not stop me from getting into a cold body of water ASAP at the end of any physical activity.
I have tried the "your patients would give their eye teeth to get up and run" thing. That doesn't work. Frankly I think they would rather feel good enough to sit with their grandkids on their porch.
Yes I am healthy but it still sucks. I have tried the "oh who cares if you're 45, this is good for you!" Whatever. And don't even give me the "body is a temple" speech.
I don't want to feel middle aged....and based on good genes in my family, I am smack it the middle. I just got hearing aids and I need new glasses.
I'll go run tomorrow I guess. I needed a day to rest today.
It will still suck out loud.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
Week 3 and a new appointment
We have completed week three of four for the first heart worm shot.
I think there may be a countdown calendar for the next leg of the treatment. Thanks to good friends who have agreed to sit with him at various times, we have managed. And likely managed well. I think he's high maintenance but then again it's probably me instead.
Our evenings have consisted of sitting on the porch instead of walking. So my activity level has reached one step above sloth. He has turned the living room into Lewis dogcave.
Our next shot is July 30. I actually consulted Lyndsey for the date so I actually don't have that nervous breakdown I came close to the last time. Since I am going off meds, it's best for all of us.
We'll make it I believe.
He still won't mow the yard though I bet.
I think there may be a countdown calendar for the next leg of the treatment. Thanks to good friends who have agreed to sit with him at various times, we have managed. And likely managed well. I think he's high maintenance but then again it's probably me instead.
Our evenings have consisted of sitting on the porch instead of walking. So my activity level has reached one step above sloth. He has turned the living room into Lewis dogcave.
Our next shot is July 30. I actually consulted Lyndsey for the date so I actually don't have that nervous breakdown I came close to the last time. Since I am going off meds, it's best for all of us.
We'll make it I believe.
He still won't mow the yard though I bet.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
What we call normal
This morning in an effort to restore a little normalcy to our day, I put Lewis on his tie out so he could do his morning thing without having someone monitor every drop of piddle and poo. He's been calm and settled all week and if he gets hyped up, I could bring him back in.
This worked fine as I found evidence of such things in his usual spots in the yard (why is that the case I wonder). All the better because it was 6 45 am and this meant we could either go back to bed or lounge all morning.
The weather was tolerably cool and together we sat on the back porch enjoying some outdoor time that we have both missed terribly. I put in some laundry, made coffee, and sat.
Then came the obsessive licking.
Lewis's pads were damaged last week at an unnamed local dog boarding place on Gallatin Rd....and he has worn a cone head for the past week. After settling my anger at this pad condition ( and receiving a less than satisfactory response from the unnamed dog place on Gallatin Rd), I have discovered that this cone head has helped calm him a good deal. That and all the drugs he is on....
All of that to be said, without the cone head this morning, he began obsessively licking his front paws. Ignoring my warnings, he continued. I went inside to retrieve the cone head. I put it on him and with his usual pitiful brown eyed pout, he settled down. I read the paper...well FlipBoard, checked email, Facebook. Even read today's lectionary text. (Sing us one of the songs of Zion followed by cleaving one tongue to the roof of ones mouth)
And then, the squirrel appeared. under the bird feeder and within the cone head sphere of sight. Lewis bounded off the porch, into the yard...with the cone head on.
I think even the squirrel laughed.
This worked fine as I found evidence of such things in his usual spots in the yard (why is that the case I wonder). All the better because it was 6 45 am and this meant we could either go back to bed or lounge all morning.
The weather was tolerably cool and together we sat on the back porch enjoying some outdoor time that we have both missed terribly. I put in some laundry, made coffee, and sat.
Then came the obsessive licking.
Lewis's pads were damaged last week at an unnamed local dog boarding place on Gallatin Rd....and he has worn a cone head for the past week. After settling my anger at this pad condition ( and receiving a less than satisfactory response from the unnamed dog place on Gallatin Rd), I have discovered that this cone head has helped calm him a good deal. That and all the drugs he is on....
All of that to be said, without the cone head this morning, he began obsessively licking his front paws. Ignoring my warnings, he continued. I went inside to retrieve the cone head. I put it on him and with his usual pitiful brown eyed pout, he settled down. I read the paper...well FlipBoard, checked email, Facebook. Even read today's lectionary text. (Sing us one of the songs of Zion followed by cleaving one tongue to the roof of ones mouth)
And then, the squirrel appeared. under the bird feeder and within the cone head sphere of sight. Lewis bounded off the porch, into the yard...with the cone head on.
I think even the squirrel laughed.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Well here we go. The long awaited heartworm shot. As you can tell he's thrilled. I think he's more thrilled that I awakened him early to go get this thing. Per the vet at noon, he took the shot "well". Whatever that means.
While I have waited today...and by waited I mean, I had a flat...waited on the AAA guy named Kirk. he game ME a bottled water. I took the car to the tire place... and waited. I went to lunch while I waited. And then waited as a patient's partner told his story. And came home and am waiting now for a phone call.
In the meantime, over these last "waiting weeks", I have two friends who have had babies. I have had two friends lose a mentor to death. I have witnessed a wedding and a reunion of hearts of those that surrounded them. I have seen what friendships do to sustain people. I have driven to Ohio and back and then watched as 20 something people drove into the morning light to go to church camp.
So maybe I haven't waited and done nothing. Surely not. An article today that is making its way around "the facebook" talks of the need, deep deep need, for idleness. To sit. To ponder. To be.
I was anxious about this day as I was returning to work having been away and having missed out on too many deaths...or so I thought. I dont feel like I have done much. I was and am anxious about the evening to come.
And then I remembered my dear Dot telling me to wait in line is a gift from God to be quiet and take it in.
This life.
This life of babies and weddings. Of friends and family. Of creatures to care and love.
And await my dream guy.
All will be well.
Monday, June 11, 2012
My Dog Lives
The first dog I ever remember was a Chihuahua named Charlie Brown. He was my parents dog and was the "first child" of Josephine and Carl. I don't remember much about him other than he was a little cantankerous by the time I came along and he had "dropsy". This was a heart condition of sorts that cause him to faint, lay on the floor breathing shallowly, and hoping up to lay on the couch for a long nap. It basically terrified me.
There are numerous photos of Charlie Brown lying at the foot of my crib watching over me despite my insertion into his life. My Mother and Dad sat together on the couch crying when we had to put him to sleep at 22. It wasn't until much later in life that I realized how significant he was to the two of them and how much of life they shared with him. He was a companion to my mother when my Dad was away at school. He was Dad's caretaker when he was sick. And he was the sentry that watched reluctantly over a newborn.
Chip was the next one in line, a stray that wandered up to our house on Carta Rd. He was a wire hair terrier with who knows what else in him. He and a neighbors dog named Cinnamon meandered about the neighborhood most days and settled respectively at our house and the Griffin's house at night. It seemed in those days we didn't worry as much about strays and we fed whoever wandered up. Seems as long as they didn't damage anything or anyone, they were welcomed.
Chip was my best friend. He was always up for a a game of Bonanza and wandered the Ponderosa of the back yard when I decided the fence horse was where the afternoon playtime was. He gladly laid down next to me to hear my complaints about my Dad being a "male chauvinist pig" one night (yes there's a tale about that one. It was the 70's after all and I was Woman Hear me Roar). He splayed himself out for the regular Doctor's appointments I made for him with my plastic stethoscope and little blue plastic bag. It was probably the little candy pills he liked. He was a sport. I held him the night before he died and knew he was my first love and best friend.
There were several dogs in between that were part of our lives but I was growing up and didn't have the energy or time to spend with them. Olivia was a shepherd mutt who was named after Olivia Newton John. She was the crush at the time and about the time the real Olivia got married, the dog Olivia (Livvie) ran away. Sparky was in there somewhere. He was the dog around when I was in college. More for Mom's company than any. Finally, Smokey was the last. He too took off in a thunderstorm I think.
Summitt the wonder pup was the best of the bunch. As I've written before, she was my soul mate and likely always will be. She was the first dog that was mine all mine and we forged a bond in the snows of upper East Tennessee when she was 6 weeks old and her peeps of discomfort could be heard out my bedroom window during a snowstorm. My mother got her for me over Thanksgiving one year after I rented a house. I carried her in a pouch pocket for about a month. She chewed the hell out of my furniture and wasn't the most welcoming dog. But she stuck with me through sickness and health and hurt. She lies under an apple tree in Washington. And I miss her still.
I've had cats too. They are fine but the dog lover in me enjoys the companionship. It is something to be with a creature who cares not a wit about what you do or who you love or how you worry. Yes they want food shelter and water. They also teach me how to live in a world with too little forgiveness and too much selfishness. In part because they forgive and seem to understand that we humans are pack animals displaced.
Lewis is currently piled on the couch on my Grandmothers quilt. It seems the family is together again.
There are numerous photos of Charlie Brown lying at the foot of my crib watching over me despite my insertion into his life. My Mother and Dad sat together on the couch crying when we had to put him to sleep at 22. It wasn't until much later in life that I realized how significant he was to the two of them and how much of life they shared with him. He was a companion to my mother when my Dad was away at school. He was Dad's caretaker when he was sick. And he was the sentry that watched reluctantly over a newborn.
Chip was the next one in line, a stray that wandered up to our house on Carta Rd. He was a wire hair terrier with who knows what else in him. He and a neighbors dog named Cinnamon meandered about the neighborhood most days and settled respectively at our house and the Griffin's house at night. It seemed in those days we didn't worry as much about strays and we fed whoever wandered up. Seems as long as they didn't damage anything or anyone, they were welcomed.
Chip was my best friend. He was always up for a a game of Bonanza and wandered the Ponderosa of the back yard when I decided the fence horse was where the afternoon playtime was. He gladly laid down next to me to hear my complaints about my Dad being a "male chauvinist pig" one night (yes there's a tale about that one. It was the 70's after all and I was Woman Hear me Roar). He splayed himself out for the regular Doctor's appointments I made for him with my plastic stethoscope and little blue plastic bag. It was probably the little candy pills he liked. He was a sport. I held him the night before he died and knew he was my first love and best friend.
There were several dogs in between that were part of our lives but I was growing up and didn't have the energy or time to spend with them. Olivia was a shepherd mutt who was named after Olivia Newton John. She was the crush at the time and about the time the real Olivia got married, the dog Olivia (Livvie) ran away. Sparky was in there somewhere. He was the dog around when I was in college. More for Mom's company than any. Finally, Smokey was the last. He too took off in a thunderstorm I think.
Summitt the wonder pup was the best of the bunch. As I've written before, she was my soul mate and likely always will be. She was the first dog that was mine all mine and we forged a bond in the snows of upper East Tennessee when she was 6 weeks old and her peeps of discomfort could be heard out my bedroom window during a snowstorm. My mother got her for me over Thanksgiving one year after I rented a house. I carried her in a pouch pocket for about a month. She chewed the hell out of my furniture and wasn't the most welcoming dog. But she stuck with me through sickness and health and hurt. She lies under an apple tree in Washington. And I miss her still.
I've had cats too. They are fine but the dog lover in me enjoys the companionship. It is something to be with a creature who cares not a wit about what you do or who you love or how you worry. Yes they want food shelter and water. They also teach me how to live in a world with too little forgiveness and too much selfishness. In part because they forgive and seem to understand that we humans are pack animals displaced.
Lewis is currently piled on the couch on my Grandmothers quilt. It seems the family is together again.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Lewis and Life
Lewis has heart worms. Lyndsey has encouraged me to blog about this since I cant really blog about my patients. HIPPA and all.
So I am going to try. I am an overprotective pet owner and he is fabulous. A dire situation even if he gets a hangnail. More on that later on perhaps. So I will start this endeavor with some info and background.
Heart worm disease
Heartworm disease is a serious and potentially fatal condition caused by parasitic worms living in the arteries of the lungs and occasionally in the right side of the heart of dogs, cats and other species of mammals, including wolves, foxes, ferrets, sea lions and (in rare instances) humans. Heartworms are classified as nematodes (roundworms) and are filarids, one of many species of roundworms. Dogs and cats of any age or breed are susceptible to heart worms.
http://www.heartwormsociety.org
If its bad enough to have its own society, it's bad.
Let me begin by stating that this is very treatable. Expensive but treatable. Often there are symptoms other than a cough. A blood test and xray are needed to help determine treatment. ($225)
At the moment he is tracking a squirrel or some other tree dweller. He played at the dog park last night and in true herder fashion undercut a Labradoodle and set him on his butt. (he went to check on him too. still...) He is eating fine.
We adopted Lewis knowing he had tested positive in the past. He was a stray and apparently his owner decided someone would take pity on him if he tied him to a pole. So his adoptive mom took him. She tested him and re tested ... He was positive. She treated him with doxycycline,an antibiotic and Heartgard. From all I can tell this is a way to treat the worms but not a way to get rid of them. So we can't fault her really. She told us he was negative when we got him. Not so sure I can't fault her for that.
At his routine visit this year, he had blood drawn and all the usuals. And he was positive. The vet told me its unlikely he'd be positive for as long as he was and then turn up negative. He was kinder than I am.
We did a chest X-ray. And I am happy to say Lewis has lovely innards. A slightly enlarged right side heart, good arteries, an his lungs are clear. One descending somethin somethin artery is enlarged which is the likely spot of infection. I also learns air "pictures" black so his lungs are indeed clear.
I bought the prescribed antibiotics, again doxycycline ($63.23) and he'll do those for about 15 days. The next step is to do three shots. The drug that you treat with is called Immiticide. It’s an injectable, arsenic-based product. The dog is given two or three injections that will kill the adult heartworms in the blood vessels of the heart.
And the we keep him calm for 6-8 weeks.
That's when the fun begins.
My hope is this will be more than a "poor pitiful us" blog. We will learn I am sure.
Sent from my iPhone
So I am going to try. I am an overprotective pet owner and he is fabulous. A dire situation even if he gets a hangnail. More on that later on perhaps. So I will start this endeavor with some info and background.
Heart worm disease
Heartworm disease is a serious and potentially fatal condition caused by parasitic worms living in the arteries of the lungs and occasionally in the right side of the heart of dogs, cats and other species of mammals, including wolves, foxes, ferrets, sea lions and (in rare instances) humans. Heartworms are classified as nematodes (roundworms) and are filarids, one of many species of roundworms. Dogs and cats of any age or breed are susceptible to heart worms.
http://www.heartwormsociety.org
If its bad enough to have its own society, it's bad.
Let me begin by stating that this is very treatable. Expensive but treatable. Often there are symptoms other than a cough. A blood test and xray are needed to help determine treatment. ($225)
At the moment he is tracking a squirrel or some other tree dweller. He played at the dog park last night and in true herder fashion undercut a Labradoodle and set him on his butt. (he went to check on him too. still...) He is eating fine.
We adopted Lewis knowing he had tested positive in the past. He was a stray and apparently his owner decided someone would take pity on him if he tied him to a pole. So his adoptive mom took him. She tested him and re tested ... He was positive. She treated him with doxycycline,an antibiotic and Heartgard. From all I can tell this is a way to treat the worms but not a way to get rid of them. So we can't fault her really. She told us he was negative when we got him. Not so sure I can't fault her for that.
At his routine visit this year, he had blood drawn and all the usuals. And he was positive. The vet told me its unlikely he'd be positive for as long as he was and then turn up negative. He was kinder than I am.
We did a chest X-ray. And I am happy to say Lewis has lovely innards. A slightly enlarged right side heart, good arteries, an his lungs are clear. One descending somethin somethin artery is enlarged which is the likely spot of infection. I also learns air "pictures" black so his lungs are indeed clear.
I bought the prescribed antibiotics, again doxycycline ($63.23) and he'll do those for about 15 days. The next step is to do three shots. The drug that you treat with is called Immiticide. It’s an injectable, arsenic-based product. The dog is given two or three injections that will kill the adult heartworms in the blood vessels of the heart.
And the we keep him calm for 6-8 weeks.
That's when the fun begins.
My hope is this will be more than a "poor pitiful us" blog. We will learn I am sure.
Sent from my iPhone
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