"I'm seeing that she doesn't like going to the Vet....."

Finally Non? Several months ago I had an appointment with a "doggie communicator." Brandy and Casey had done it with Serena and some interesting things came out so with all of Cecilia's medical issues in September I wanted to know what she would say. First off there were very few things that seemed eerily right on. A lot that could be guessed by logic and even more that was completely off base.

First thing she says is "where is the little black dog?" Implying that Cecilia is thinking of this dog and wondering where it is. I do not know of a little black dog. She goes on to say that she thinks it i a Yorkie just darker than Cecilia. Hmmm, even more Nope!

This appointment was a few weeks after Cecilia's surgery and I told her that the surgery had happened and that I wanted to know what she had to say about what was wrong. So throughout the appointment she kept saying that she was seeing all of these medical things, she kept talking about an issue in her intestines. Perhaps a kink in an intestine? Things are flowing much better in her digestion. She can swallow easier. Puss or Mucous in the stomach? I ended up telling her what was wrong with Cecilia and she then attempted to connect the things she had said previously to the liver.

A lot of the appointment was filler comprised of her talking about Cecilia needing good stomach flora and nutritional issues that could use attention. She talked a lot about MY nutrition as well. Apparently my "guides" were telling her that I had immune system issues, my blood system needed to be cleared, I am missing even more Stomach Flora then Cecilia and I may possibly have an issue with my Appendix. That I needed to eat lean meats and leafy greens. Also my guides are pointing me to a profession in the medical field. All humans have 2-5 guides that are with us our entire lives. Crap! I forgot to ask whether any of mine were single.

It was an hour appointment so I can't go over everything so here are some of the things that were interesting to me.

1. "Do you chew food and then give it to her?" Hmmm. Kind of...It was a routine before Cecilia was sick that on the way to work we stopped at the gas station for a Diet Coke and I would get her a hot dog. She could/would not bite the hot dog directly and I would bite off pieces and them give them to her. Apparently she was missing that. We had to stop as soon as I found out she was sick. (this was more impressive to me until she added that she does the same with her Yorkie)

2. "Cecilia wants you to sing again." Hmmm. I sing alot. To myself or at home, not in public or anything. I love to work late at night when nobody else is in the office and just belt out terrible singing. When she said this I realized that when Cecilia got sick I had stopped singing. Apparently Cecilia wants me to sing again because it makes me happy. Honestly I just assumed that I was annoying the hell out of her all the time.

3. "Where is she seeing the Easter Eggs?" Hmmm...What the hell? She says Cecilia is describing Easter Eggs and wants to find them and get one in her mouth. I wrote this one off as nothing until later that night. I had been thinking about it and asked Anna if there had been any Easter Eggs around the house. Apparently they had been cleaning out a bunch of storage areas and Nina had found some Easter Eggs and was playing with them.

4. "She is describing you having headaches or tightness in your forehead." Hmmmm... Is my scar really that visible? I had a bump form on my forehead that was an vein/artery malformation and had terrible headaches for many months. Enough so that I had a hard time getting to work. I ended up having a procedure on my forehead to fix it which completely helped the headaches. I have a scar on my forehead and am trying to figure out if this was deductive reasoning. She says Cecilia was talking about how both of us were having medical issues.

Really what came out of it all is that I NOW know that Cecilia wants to eat mashed potatoes, is attracted to masculine energy, really wants to catch a butterfly in her mouth and of course she loves me a lot.

Which tastes better? Turkey or Sleeping?

Fo' So' the answer is sleeping. Generally on weekends I am in my pajamas from the minute I walk in the door from work on Friday until the minute I walk out the door for work on Monday. With the exception of 3 hours on Sunday and I am looking into some silky pajamas that could pass for dress pants to avoid that inconvenience. So the super long weekend was all kinds of awesome-ness. I had to get dressed quite a few times to go to the hospital with Bev and for the first hour that the guests were over for the Turkey eats but the increased pajama time was heavenly.

Mom Bev had her second knee replaced and is well on her way to becoming a bionic woman. She was in the hospital over Thanksgiving and thrilled to be there. I am glad she was there as well since there is no way we could have kept her in bed if there was cleaning up to do.

On Sunday we discovered that there was no water. Nothing. Apparently there was some prepared answer the city gave out for the inconvenience. When the water started to come back it was a lovely shade of orange. It was like we had hit the orange juice jackpot.

We were washing the dishes with bottled water. Very eco-friendly. But ask anyone at my work, I am nothing if not environmentally conscious. (snicker, snicker, snicker). So check me out, an entire post without my dog mentioned once. Oh...oops. BTW due to the 50% of readership desire (2 of 4) I will make a post about Cecilia's visit with the doggie psychic. I just have to find a tape deck to re-listen to the session to ensure I remember all the goods.

Lame, Lame, Lame

I suck I know. Although nobody really cares, I look at my blog to see updates of other peoples on the sidebar and everytime I come here I am bothered that I haven't updated.

So. My Cecilia had her surgery. We flew to Tennessee and her surgery was 9/18/09. Surgery went well but recovery not so much. She had a hard time keeping her blood pressure and blood sugar up and had to stay in the ICU for an extra day. I went to visit when they would let me. They let me in for 15 minutes. She was so drugged and sad looking. I know she doesn't understand and just knows that I gave her to people that hurt her.

When we were discharged 2 days later and went back to the hotel she wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. I went to pet her and she would get up and walk to the other side of the bed. Definitely feeling betrayed I'm sure. We flew home after a hellish attempt due to flooding in Atlanta that messed up flights. And guess what, if your flying standby, you are much more screwed than the paying screwed people. Actually paying isn't the right word because you still have to pay to fly standby, just not as much as a last minute flight would have cost. So I was more screwed than the people that paid more, or booked early. Ultimately ending up buying a ticket on another airline to get home. I knew it was a risk. I have worked for the airlines before, I knew the drill. So I got my filleted puppy home.

She has done well. She seems to feel much better than before surgery but about the same as several months before surgery. So she is good again. FYI, doggie "communicator" (don't ask) says that Cecilia feels better than she ever has. That is a whole other post that probably won't get written.

Surgery, Ba-LETED!

So I cancelled surgery. The surgeon hadn't gone this surgery on a dog as old as Cecilia and after more questions I have decided to look elsewheres. There is this awesome surgeon in Tennessee and before y'all are like "wha? going to Tennessee for a dog surgery?" I will have you know that it will still be cheaper with travel than the price here. I can have the pre-op testing, blood work, Surgery, meds, aftercare, etc. Everything for about 65% of the cost of just the surgery here and go to a facility that does 12 of these surgeries a week, or stay here for more money, where they have done 12 in the last year. Also there the surgeon has experience with older dogs. It is so weird to be referring to her as an older dog. She is only 5! It is just that it is rare that it was not discovered before the age of 1.

Found this today and had a gay ole time watchin. Enjoy!

9/9/09

Are 9's supposed to be lucky? Like 7's? Surgery to close the nasty shunt is scheduled for next Wednesday. I thought that I would feel better at this point. Not knowing what was going on and whether anything could be done was making me crazy and I thought I would feel....not better, but less stressed when I had a plan. I don't. I wish surgery were tomorrow.

Incidentally 9/9 is "D" day. The day my parents were divorced. Mom says she hopes it is luckier for me than it was for her. I say she is MUCH luckier than she things she is. Love ya dad!

Although my last post about Cecilia was written and posted in the middle of the night, hours after finding out about her illness. It is still all true and relevant. No matter how melodramatic it may sound. I am waiting to hear from the surgeon about options and risks. Hopefully soon. I feel like I can't get anything accomplished and move on until I make decisions.

Today I clasped a Swainsons' Hawk to my chest while someone else took a dremel to his beak and talons. Interesting view of his insides as he tried to maim my face.