I've Been Bad
We have been busy. There are two birthdays to celebrate, one car to fix, one house to sell, and one house to finish and a spring break to celebrate with the college girl and we have been burning the candles at both ends to accomplish these things.
I got the White Whale running and back up to Duluth a weeks ago. Since then, I have driven down and back to the Cities a couple of times. I have also driven to Madison to pick the girl up and delivered her a week later to the Cities to catch the megabus back to Madison.
I have also been gobbling pain meds like chicklets to keep the alien in my sinuses happy so it doesn't chew its way out any time soon.
The carpenters, the electricians, the plumbers, the HVAC'ers, and the painters all left the house yesterday saying they were done and they were never coming back which, of course, is not true but it is fun to imagine it that way. They took away almost all of their tools and equipement to help us believe they were really done, but I know better.
It helps though because tonight we are having a party. In part it is for my birthday (a couple of days early); in part it is for my (er, um) girlfriend's birthday, and in part it is to invite friends and neighbors over to welcome the new house as it nears it's completion. So, if you are in the neighborhood tonight, be sure to stop in. We will never finish the beer otherwise.
Just to complicate matters however, Sophie the Wonder Dawg decided to go into her "I've had a stroke and can't stand up" routine about eight this morning. This put a damper on the festivities. Instead of getting going on my killer pulled pork recipes, I was wondering if she was going to make it. A call to the vet had me watching her and hoping that things did not get worse, but they did. Over the period of about six hours, she went from normal to unable to walk. There was diarhea and vomiting as well and I thought this might be it. I was trying to figure how I was going to put on a happy face with my canine friend of thirteen years suffering a room away.
Finally we decided to make a run to the emergency vet clinic since it was the weekend and the normal vet was unavailable. After weighing, listening to heartbeats, taking of temperatures from the southern end, the vet opined that Sophie was suffering from "Idiot vestibule" disease (not really that, but I couldn't remember the technical term). The good news is that if she really is dealing with Idiot Vestibule disease, then there is a 98 percent chance that she will recover within 24 to 48 hours. The vomiting is caused by vertigo which is cause by the palsy and muscle control problems which are caused by the irritation of the vestibule nerves coming out of her little doggie brain.
So, we have a name for it, and the hope that she will get better, but in the mean time, we will have to bring food and water to her, dose her with dramamine, and carry her outside to do her business.
Meanwhile the guests are arriving at six.
What a life.