Aside from the 'love it/hate it' house debacle, Small Dog had a traumatic experience following her recent vet's appointment. She was booked in on Wednesday morning to have various procedures carried out under general anaesthesia.
- Teeth scaled and cleaned
- Claws trimmed
- Ears plucked
- Anal glands expressed (eeewww!)
- Luxating patella checked
She was a mere shadow of her former chirpy self when we picked her up in the afternoon. Very wobbly, falling over, bloody paws, bad cough and sporting a look which clearly expressed her poor opinion of our mothering skills.
Guilt-ridden we went into nurturing overdrive, making up a special little bed for her in front of the patio doors, from where she could keep a convalescent eye on the garden. Her sore throat (courtesy of the ventilator/airway tube) was soothed with a mini milk ice cream, and her dinner (lightly cooked chicken) was served to her on her little bed. As she couldn't manage the stairs at bedtime she was carried, wrapped in her blanky, to a special little quilt-bed on the floor.
She has just about forgiven us.
However that was just the the tip of the iceberg.........
We had to take the campervan for its MOT, always a nailbiting experience.
Then our gas boiler had to have its annual service - ditto.
Then we found another house which looked just the ticket......arranged to view it and could hardly contain our dismay. How can a house tick all the boxes IN THEORY, but in practice be completely and utterly unsuitable in EVERY WAY?
Then I had a vitally important order to get out....stress, stress and more stress.
Plus last week was SO HOT. Heat really exacerbates my MS and I was in such severe neuropathic pain I didn't know what to do with myself.
Which subsequently led to finding myself in hospital after a complete collapse due to over-enthusiastic self-medication.
So, all in all, not a good week.
Let's hope this one is better.