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Sunday, October 29, 2006

Okay V. 1.3

Okay, so, here's a quick update on everything that's been going on so I don't have to clog the internets with all the necessary background information for getting all y'alls [hehe] up to speed on my exciting, fast paced, cosmopolitan, avant garde life.

First, there was the bizarre disorder --- Old Dog Vestibular Disease --- which struck my elderly German Shepherd girl. And let me tell you, pobrecita, both her and moi!

Because, you see, the disease struck three days after I'd turned in grades for Spring Semester. Now, during those three days of freedom, I'd driven up to turn in grades, returned home, immediately collapsed, then roused myself long enough to get the dishes done and the muck moved around enough that my home was now health department inspection safe.

And I was so looking forward to three-four weeks off, meaning enough time to visit friends do things go to movies go out to eat garden talk on the telephone stare at the ceiling read books ...

And I'd just enjoyed my first real day of after having done the dishes and moved the muck around, and had left early one morning to go into town and eat out with some friends, visit a museum, stare at books in a used book store, make a complete grocery store run, visit other friends --- you know --- normal things that normal people who are not also teachers do ...

And I'd just stopped on my way home to see the vet to make an appointment to get my lovely German Shepherd girl an exciting professional grooming (she does like to look her best) ...

And I'd gone home immediately after and had just walked in the door after an exciting day being a normal person instead of an insane teacher with so freakin' much grading that she appears to be a total antisocial agoraphobic madwoman ...

And the pups had run up to me excitedly, hoping I had carrots for them (their favorite treat) ...

And the lovely German Shepherd girl had pranced her way from the carrot hunt to her beloved water bowl, when suddenly, it was as if someone had picked her up and thrown her against the wall.

And she was down for the count for three weeks.

And there went my exciting three-four weeks off to pretend I'm a normal person with a normal life. Yes indeed, the powers that be have a funny way of reminding us the minute we're certain we have a little extra time.

You see, Old Dog Vestibular Disease isn't a permanent condition, but it does require near-constant nursing for the duration. And hooboy, the mess. What happens is, the doggie's inner ear apparatus goes completely bonkers and they lose all sense of balance and their eyes flit wildly back and forth and they can't eat or drink or walk or even move without putting themselves into profound danger because it usually hits the older dogs who are fragile anyway and you don't want older dogs to be falling down all over the place.

So I ended up moving all the furniture out of the living room area, where she originally went down for the count, and bunkering the entire area with pillows, towels, rugs, blankets, everything I could find.

Needless to say, she was also doing some peepeeing and pooing in place. Pobrecita!! So I was having to do a lot of hiney cleaning, not to mention laundry. Oy!!!!!

And trying to handfeed her and keep her hydrated.

Three. Weeks. Of. It.

And, once she began coming around, she required retraining walking because she also has dysplasia, meaning I was also doing range of motion exercises on her --- which helped. But boy did she lose a lot of muscle mass. Bad thing for a pup with dysplasia.

And once it was finally over ... the *&^%$#@* summer semester had begun. And I was scheduled, much to my dismay, to teach four days a week. Gawd.

So that was one thing.

In addition, I've been dieting. This is fairly new, only a few weeks at it --- South Beach style. And it works, although I have got to get my exercise levels up. I really packed it on over the summer because it was too freakin' hot to do anything. Lordy, what was that about?

Anyway, I've been bitching about not having a calorie counter, and then happened to find this extremely handy doodad on fellow dieter [and Okie] Sister Scorpion's blog.

And ooooh, she's right! It's fabulous! Works like a charm!

And while I haven't been posting here, I've been posting on that madhouse Daily Kos, where I've learned quite a bit actually, but I never really posted there with any intention of much coming from it I mean my god who would want that attention? But one day, fellow dKossian tvb got this wild idea to start a what's for dinner? series and I said yes, as did fellow dKossian Kate Petersen ...

... which kind of led me back into blogging because you have to pay more attention to your sepllgni hehe when you diary at dKos ...

... and so we started the series a couple of months ago and you can read them if you want to right here ...

... and I think that kind of gets you all caught up.

Oh yea, plus ... I HAVE A NEW JOB STARTING IN JANUARY WOOHOO MY LIFE IS PERFECT! well, not really, but I will have more time now!

And now ... I am off to garden.