By now, you have read about my eye problem. On Wednesday next week, I see the eye surgeon (laser boy) and I expect to get a green light--no pun intended. Tuesday morning I woke with a sore throat and although I didn't notice it all day, I noticed again as I went to sleep. On Wednesday morning, I knew it was a real sore throat and companion sinus cold. Yuck.
On Tuesday, I went to work all day because I had scheduled myself to the annual trade show, SEMICON West (click here), in San Francisco. On Wednesday, I had planned on working in the office and by mid-afternoon my body was screaming to go lay down (or sit up in my case because of my eye). I started Mucinex and have had a restful 24 hours so far. I hope I am feeling better enough to go to work tomorrow. I just fixed my first meal of the day, a can of Campbell's finest chicken soup. That matches yesterday when I had a can of Campbell's finest chicken soup. Is there an echo in here? I am just not hungry.
Shawna continues to be an old dog. (Umm, excuse me, what else would she do?) Anyway, she is now exhibiting signs that are causing me concern. I have had to do clean up in the house daily this week. My last trip to the vet included the purchase of a candle that is supposed to mask doggie odors. Boy, am I glad I bought that candle!
But the fact that she is losing control of her essential functions is very concerning. Clearly, the signals are not reaching her brain in time for her to react and get outside. Worse, when I take her out or send her out, she 'locks up' and refuses to deliver. (How is that for euphemistic writing?)
The last time I saw the vet, she was very emphatic about Shawna being an old dog. For a couple of weeks recently, she was full of energy, dancing and running around like she was a puppy. These recent days, she is moving slow, having accidents and I often find her searching the house. She stops the search when I touch her head or back and then she realizes which shadow she is seeing is me. Translation, I think her eyesight is pretty much gone.
On the other hand, Wiggles is being Wiggles. Loud, noisy and brash, that dog is full of piss and vinegar. And, she manages to start her barking campaign immediately upon my answering the phone. Its gotten to the point that my callers say, "Oh, I'm glad I got you. I can tell because the dog is barking." Nice, eh? I think I'll record my answering message while she is barking and really fool 'em!
Anyway, I am expecting things to get better over the next couple of weeks. The cold will run its course and the eye problem should get a green light next week. Oh, to lay flat in a bed or have a massage at Ingrid's salon (click here.)!
Ciao
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