this is gonna hurt me worse than it hurts you
April 07, 2006, 5:24 P.M.
Doctor visits. Oral antibiotics. Topical antibiotics. Cortisone injections. Protective ointments.
Having a dog can be an expensive proposition sometimes.
Raji has an icky looking red bump on the point of the hock, left rear. It looks like a raspberry, and she's been worrying it. So I took her in today and had the vet check it out. Given her age, he felt it was unlikely to be a histiocytoma, so he diagnosed superficial bacterial pyoderma, most probably a staph infection. he gave her a cortisone shot to reduce the inflammation, and I have to dose her three times a day with cephalexin, and treat the site with Animex. I also have to dab Bandguard around it to keep her from licking.
And...she goes back in a week to rack up another honker of a bill, what with having it re-checked and getting her spring mini-check and heartworm setup.
Missy Thing has become quite the social butterfly in her old age. It was Dog Central Station in that waiting room, and she was friendly and congenial with all of them. She met and befriended a yellow lab named Duke--an elder statesman at a venerable 15 years of age!
Also, a King Charles Spaniel named Charlotte, a terrier of some kind named Wrigley, and a sheltie, whose name we didn't catch. I couldn't believe how good she was--but then, there were no white dogs (she hates white dogs) and the only kitty was heard but not seen.
I can't complain about her, anyway. She loves to go to the vet, because of the car ride, and the way they spoil her with treats and attention. So never any much trouble to get her to go. Hell, she had a great time!
And $132.97 later, I have some piece of mind about the thing on her leg.
Spouse is working all weekend, so I'm looking forward to peace, quiet, and the opportunity to get some housework done while he's not around. I'm jump-starting the laundry tonight, because I want to was throw rugs and sheet tomorrow. And I plan to vacuum, dust, scrub the kitchen floor, and scour the bathroom tomorrow, as well. Get the house shipshape (or an approximation thereof).That way, I can go out on Sunday and see W & T. It's been too long, and we need to connect.
We found out this week that we need to pull a permit for the pool installation, and we have to "submit a plan" in order to get the permit. I have to call next week and find out what the heck they need, and get the ball rolling. Although it's still wintry cold, rainy, sleety, windy and generally shitty, I'm going to be wanting that pool eventually, dammit.But leave it to K-town to be a royal pain in the ass about the whole thing.
And sometime this weekend, I've got to go hunting for memorial wreaths, because Spouse promised his mom we'd go decorate graves on Easter. Never mind that it's too early to find them anywhere that's going to be reasonably priced--just make any promises to your mom you want. It's easy, if you can leave your wife to keep them.
Grr. She can't remember her own name, but make her a promise, and oooh, she'll remember that.
Reading: "Overture to Death", by Ngaio Marsh.
Listening: Oh, the OCR of "Rent". Yes,again.
Beading: Making some small dangle charms for breast cancer bracelets, using furnace glass beads in white, decorated with pink ribbons.
One Year Ago, I wasoddly shod.
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