Friday, June 15, 2012

Benevolent thoughts from my sickbed.

Guess what? I don't think I'm dying after all. 


I've been sleeping for 2 days and am feeling much better. [Sadly, the same can't be said of My Cushion who now has a bad neck and back].
Some of you have been telling me to try the big air mattress. What great advice! I'm sure I would never have thought of imposing myself on The Typist like that without your goading encouragement.

The air mattress is indeed much more comfortable than my [3 year old lumpy] bed with its faded flowers and chewed up ribbon tie!

Here are 2 pictures of me enjoying my new bed.

I suspect The Typist may not be too pleased with this new sleeping arrangement but really, who cares. She should be doing some ironing instead of lying around anyway. 

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This morning, I got to see my #1 Dr Dog [the one who's more handsome than the Bondi vet]. He was away when I went in on Wednesday. 
The first thing he did was to make me trot up and down the parking lot. I didn't limp or stumble once! I couldn't even walk to the car on Wednesday and had to be carried! I think #1 Dr Dog was very pleased with my improvement.
Then we went inside and he had a good look at me.
He. didn't. once. stick. anything. up. my. butt. 
"If you take one more rude picture of me, Typist, I will bite you."

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"So #1 Dr Dog, could it really have been the jump down the big wall that made my neck and leg go ouchy?" 
"Are you very VERY certain, for example, that it isn't from sleeping on an inferior quality faded lumpy bed that's due for an upgrade?"

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#1 Dr Dog and my humans talked forever. I have no idea what it was about because they Dr Dog used some words with several syllables. As you can imagine, my vocabulary is not extensive and my grasp of the English language is tenuous at best. 

It got boring so I went walkabout.
 You can see I'm feeling much better today because The Typist had a hard time taking pictures of me!
Then we went to The Back Room Where Important Things Are Done.
That dog on the wall looks like me!
 Dr Dog took more blood from my neck. 
I was very brave.
 "I must not faint, I must not faint."
Don't you think I was very brave?

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After that, it was time to say goodbye and pay up at the front desk.

"How much was the bill today, Cushion? Was it a lot again?"
"If it's helpful, I can forgo my pan fried steak and poached chicken breast with fresh vegies dinner tonight." 
"Don't you worry your little head about that, Georgia! I'm sure The Typist won't mind eating leftovers and instant noodles for a while."   

I love My Cushion. 

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A sort of serious update.
Could this have been the cause?

The vet says it might be a prolapsed disk impinging on a nerve or a muscle strain or tear. There's no real way to find out for sure except with medical imaging. Since Georgia's no longer in acute pain and seems to be recovering with rest, we thankfully don't need to go there.

We have instructions to keep her as quiet as possible for 2 weeks. TWO WEEKS! Haha! No play time or free running. Only simple short leash walks, preferably with a harness to minimise strain on her neck. She was sedated and sleepy yesterday but this morning, she was gungho to go out again so it's going to be an interesting time. 

We're going to continue giving her the anti-inflammatory pills but will stop the painkillers to see how she copes without them.

There is still a very small chance that she ingested some rat bait or a baited rat. 
This one crept into the house to die some weeks back. One of our neighbours a couple of doors away baits them. There are unfortunately a lot of rats running around - a downside to being in an area with many restaurants, cafes and pubs.

Hence the blood test. The one she had on Wednesday had an abnormal reading for a blood clotting factor [if I got it right]. They want to test a 2nd sample just to make sure. If it isn't poison, it could indicate some other medical problem :( 

She had blood drawn this morning but the lab apparently couldn't use the sample, so the poor thing had to go back again this evening for a third drawing. We should get the results tomorrow. 
"Thank you everyone for asking after me. It was very kind of you! Goodnight and have a great weekend! X"





P.S. "Hey Typist! Would you like to share my bed? You can have one of the corners if you like. I'm feeling rather benevolent tonight."

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Georgia 1 Kindle 0

Before the alarm clock could go off this morning, I chucked up in the bedroom. Then I started to shiver and breathe funny. I couldn't stand up by myself and was very wobbly.


My humans panicked. Of course. 


Since I couldn't walk, My Cushion had to carry me downstairs to the car. He was huffing and turned quite red.
"Get a grip, man! I'm not THAT heavy."

They took me to see Dr Dog. 
I walked into the room and passed out.
"I bet you guys are sorry now that you ignored me all last week."

Don't look if you're squeamish because Dr Dog did some horrible things to me while I was too helpless to defend myself!
She [apparently] took my temperature. 
Then she squeezed my butt and stinky stuff came out.
Then she checked to see why I couldn't walk.
And just when I thought it was over...
...she took some blood too.
"Did I say some? I meant A Lot."
Then she forced me to swallow a nasty pill.
It was humiliating and exhausting and I was very glad when it was all over.
"One day, Dr Dog, when you least expect it..."

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I'm home now and recoopratying recupra have been sleeping lots. The Typist stayed home all day to take care of me.
Dr Dog says I'm not allowed to walk or play for a week and have to go for another blood test on Friday. 


My Typist has pumped up a big mattress. She's going to sleep downstairs on the floor with me until I'm better because I'm not allowed to climb upstairs to the bedroom and she's stupid that way  she doesn't want me to be lonely. She spent the afternoon  poaching chicken breasts for me, massaging my toes and making sure I was warm. She didn't once turn the stupid kindle on haha.


"Oh say, Typist! Could you please bring me some water?"




"And I know it's very late, but don't forget to type and publish that post for me before you go to bed, okay?"


Sure I might be milking the situation. But why not?


It's very nice being the centre of the universe again.


Georgia 1   Kindle 0

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"Excuse me, Miss Receptionist, excuse me! I think there's something wrong with your scales! I should only be 43 kilos!"



Tuesday, June 12, 2012

The Typis and her new toY.,


The Typis is too busey playing with her new toiy  to type this  for me. It's too hard to evin get her to feed me. i am beconming A NEglected Dog., You can help report her to the SPCa  if you like .   I will try to make her feel bad and giltee as soom as posible. 

here is her nwe tOY, my Cushun has 1 too. they suk.
don;t worry. i will keel it dead soon,. just like i keeled  piggy.

I wil show her you don;t mess aroun with a BIg and fearsum pigDog.






until then, p[l;eese haf a nice day/
love, Georgia x