Well my friends, my stay-cation didn’t quite go to plan. Did I have a lovely, relaxing time slobbing about in my jim jams not doing much of anything? Er, that would be a big fat no.
The week started off well. PALS, the Patient Liaison Service at the hospital, were excellent and sorted out my referral to Newcastle for my op within 24 hours of me contacting them. Apparently I should now hear from the hospital in the next couple of weeks which is a huge weight off my mind – or it will be when I actually have the appointment letter in my little painful mitts.
Tuesday started off OK then went rapidly downhill when I developed a problem with my car’s steering and spent 2½ hours at the garage getting 2 new tyres and having them balanced and tracked. Cost £175. FFS.
Wednesday was much more fun as I discovered I’d come 2nd in the last of this season’s print competitions at Camera Club with my swan picture, yayy for me 🙂
Thursday I pottered about in the garden mulching and pruning, which isn’t very holiday-like but the weather’s been crap recently and I didn’t want to miss the only fine day we’ve had in the past two weeks.
Friday I was booked in for a smear test, which never did get done. My period was due and it was so painful it felt like the nurse was shoving a bread knife up there. Never in my 30 years of having smears have I ever had to ask them to stop, so I felt like a total loser. I now have to make another appointment to go back mid cycle to see if that helps.
Friday afternoon Bertie had a routine vet appointment for some more tablets (Gabapentin) for his chronic back pain. To cut a very long story short we’ve now decided it’s about time he had some x-rays so he’s due in this week for sedation to get that done. I’m delighted he’s finally having the pain investigated after being on meds for 2 years without a diagnosis. However, the vet also found he’d lost 0.5kg in weight which came as a shock as he eats like a flippin horse. He was due to be wormed this week, so I’ve done that, and we’ll just have to see if he’s put any weight on when he goes in on Friday for his x-ray. If not he’ll need a full blood workup to try and find the cause of his weight loss. The worst was yet to come though. The vet did a routine exam and told me Bert’s now got a Grade 2 heart murmur. I didn’t think much of it at the time as I have a heart murmur and it’s totally benign, but when I got home and Googled it I quickly realized that in dogs that means he absolutely has heart disease. He’s only 7 for heaven’s sake 😦 So I’ll have to chat more to the vet about that this week too and find out if he needs a chest x-ray or an ECG to find out the cause of his heart problem. Thank God I’m insured for all this, though I dread to think what it will do to my premiums which are already stupidly high. I absolutely love my little dog to bits and the thought of losing him early is something I can’t even contemplate.
My life seems to be swimming in sickness. My Mum, my Dad, me and now even the damned dog. It’s pointless asking why me but goddamnit I’m going to do it anyway…….WHY ME?! *stamps feet* What did I ever do to deserve a life as shite as this?! If anyone ‘up there’ is listening you need to give me a break now cos I’m drowning here.
My stay-cation week has ended with me having a horrendously painful period and spending the whole of Saturday in bed with a hormone-induced migraine and stabbing back and stomach pain. I now need a holiday to get over my holiday, or a £39 million lotto win so that I can be sick and miserable in comfort 😉