Several times a day, thoughts traipse through my head of stories I need to write. Then life happens. Bam! Scottie (my wonderful, yet pig-headed husband) spent a total of 6 days… on 2 separate occasions… laid up in the hospital! All indications from his symptoms were pointing toward him having a heart issue. This was very scary. Sure doesn’t help stress levels.
Scottie was used as a “teaching patient” for a class of EMT’s!
They do give you cool socks.
Thankfully, the heart cath procedure he was finally able to have, showed his heart is NORMAL. Whew! We still don’t know what was causing his pain but knowing it’s not his heart is sure a huge burden lifted.
Right before the procedure.
This last go around in the hospital happened to be Thanksgiving week. When you are a pet sitter (as both of us happen to be) holiday weeks are crucial and oftentimes crazy with so many clients needing us. We split our little town of Orlando into 2 distinct territories. Mine is the best, by the way. Imagine having to do both territories by yourself! This is what I had to do. We’re lucky I survived. We’re lucky our marriage survived!
Essentials… keys, George the GPS & satellite radio.
My day planner.
This is just my clients. Scottie’s were on a separate list. We have 2 distinct styles of operation. He’s got his life on this tablet and in George the GPS. I am a write-it-down-kinda-gal. Doesn’t always gel too well. Especially when it’s late at night and I’m having trouble seeing and he’s getting frustrated with me on the phone because I keep driving past the client’s driveway! Thanksgiving Day was 15+ hours on the road for me. Scottie had gotten released from the hospital late the night before. Thank you, Bob W. for bringing him home! He wouldn’t be able to take back over his clients for a couple days. At one point late that night I was pretty much dehydrated and hallucinating at a 7-11 in Maitland. But, I made it. All clients made it. We really had no major issues. We are blessed with good, good client pets.
Poe is quite special.
The highlight to my struggles (other than Scottie being ok) was getting to meet Poe the cat. Scottie’s been caring for him many years. The moment I entered the house he and I clicked. He’s got cancer which is why his nose looks weird. I spent as much time as possible loving him as I could. He even let me have a “shoulder cat” again, which has been greatly missed since losing our cat, Setzer. Thank you, Poe, I needed this.
Poe being my shoulder cat.
During all the melee we brought home a foster dog from Seminole County Animal Services. She’s a 5 lb. Miniature Pinscher who’s just not right. So, of course, we fell in love. Imagine a teeny gargoyle with old-timey vampire teeth (not the sparkly vampires, the ugly vampires!), add some frog legs, take away a neck and you have our little Grimm. She is blind and feisty and doing excellent in the pack.
Back in October I had a long-overdue mammogram and ultrasound. I always have to have an ultrasound. Something about having dense tissue. After getting the results my doctor sent me to a breast specialist. She did another ultrasound and scheduled a biopsy. Though lumps are common and most of the time nothing, it’s still hard to keep your brain from imagining all the various scenarios. Having thoughts of possible breast cancer during the month of October is ridiculous! It happens to be Breast Cancer Awareness month and the words “breast cancer” are being spewed from every form of media 24 hours a day! We were a week away from the biopsy when Scottie went into the hospital the 1st time. My boobies got put on hold… just for a bit. I had the biopsy this week and will get results on Monday. They really drill into your boob! The sound of the drill almost made Scottie pass out.
Love my doctor!
We’re confident all will be well.
The last few days things have been back to our normal. I got all the Christmas shopping done in under 2 hours. Will begin writing cards this weekend. Gifts will be mailed Monday. Got the house “decorated”. Oh… forgot something… our 14 year old Siamese kitty prolapsed her rectum over the weekend. Yes, her parts were falling out! She was put back together at the Emergency Vet and is now on 4 different medications. First time we dealt with that particular situation. Trust me, it’s not something you EVER want to see.
Seems I’ve not been able to see Becca and Cass much. Glad to have my barn mate, Gary, to pick up my slack when life comes calling. They are the reason for this blog though it’s turned into so much more. I will leave you with the latest pics of them, taken a few days ago. They are happy, healthy and best of all loved.
Becca the Beautiful.
Cass my Princess.
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