It may have only been a few days I spent working in the garden, but Toby makes me feel as guilty as if I’d left him for a year.
Don’t talk to me until there’s food in that garden.
Trade
At first there were two socks.
Then this….
Toby didn’t think I would notice that he traded his tiger for my sock.
(He stole the underwear to instigate a game of chase, though.)
Mommy’s Tick
Well, it was my turn to get a tick this week. I foolishly laid down in the grass to stretch my back, and one of those blood-thirsty little suckers got me. Toby said he was glad I finally knew what it felt like to be snacked on by a bug and that I should have much more sympathy for him and that I should give him more Milk Bones to make up for all the suffering he has gone through and the Milk Bone compensation is retroactive to Geordie’s lifetime and it extends to other animals that have ticks too. In other words, many more Milk Bones.
Many, many more Milk Bone
Dig in the Garden
She’s a fool if she thinks she is going to keep me from my dirt!
This is the latest I’ve ever been putting in the garden, but Toby doesn’t appreciate the extra digging time he had. All he sees is that fence between where he is and where he wants to be. Poor evil beastie. He is in for several weeks of disappointment…well, till the beans come in.
What can I say? I am a sucker for green beans.
It’s Finally Here
Thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions about my prescription!
I did some calling around and found that the pharmacy I had randomly chosen was charging 7x what a neighboring pharmacy was and that is why my claim kept being denied. I called my doctor and asked if she would call the prescription in to the other pharmacy, and she said yes. Within half an hour I got a call back saying that my medication was waiting at the new place and would only cost me $3.00 for a two month supply. Suddenly treatment is no longer “medically unnecessary”. Yay.
The elusive box of medicine.
Maybe now I will be able to get back to a normal life where I don’t have to be afraid of lights or air conditioning. 👍
Thank you again, everyone!
Now that that’s settled, can we go back to talking about me?
Not a Cat, Not a Brain…
Not a cat. Not a brain. Nothing.
I got all of my test results back and found out that I have…absolutely nothing. This is the way it’s been for the past 30+ years. Nothing shows up in blood work or X rays, so technically I am healthy.
My veins object to people trying to take what is theirs.
The reason I went to a doctor was to get a prescription for eye drops so that hopefully I could go back to doing computer work and painting. The insurance company, however, determined that the eye drops are “medically unnecessary”, so here I sit with no computer or paints, trying to figure out a future with limited eye usage.
Did you know there is such a thing as ocular rosacea? I didn’t.
A friend sent me a few articles on supplements that seem to help people like me who are having odd, random symptoms. Perhaps one or a combination of them might get me to a point where I can at least draw some Bitey Dogs again.
Toby seems to have an opinion on all that is going on, but he only knows how to express himself as a growling, tantrum-throwing fiend. He has attacked me three times in the past two weeks. They say God sends you the family you are supposed to have. I must have really ticked Him off at some point.
What are you looking at? Grrrr….
On an unrelated note, if you haven’t seen the movie The Miracle at Cokeville, it is a particularly uplifting story given recent events.
Cake
Monday brought the most incredible news. Toby’s groomer said he was a good boy! He was such a good boy that she didn’t even charge me a “Dangerous Animal” fee. Everyone decided that with Toby’s weight loss, his calming medicine worked more effectively.
To be honest, I would rather be fat and feisty.
(Yes Toby did get a treat for being a good boy, but only a small one.)
The Scan
On Friday, I finally got to go to a doctor to get a referral to see (ha ha) an ophthalmologist. I figured while I was there, I would ask the doctor about a few other things like the dizzy spells I had in February. I mentioned that I had already updated my glasses and thought that maybe I needed to see an ENT?
No, given my cluster of seemingly unrelated symptoms, I was told that it sounds like I have something wrong with my brain, not my ears. The doctor immediately wrote out an order for me to have a CT scan. I asked her if by “wrong with my brain”, she meant tumor or disease, and she said that it seemed that a tumor was unlikely. What I described sounds like MS. Well, that was certainly not what I was expecting when I set out to get some Restasis that morning.
I went home and did some reading about MS, and it does sound like what I have been going through. I had always thought that MS was a terribly awful disease, but from the article I read it seems that if you take medication for it, you can lead a pretty normal life.
Toby has his next grooming session tomorrow, but as soon as we are done, I have a list of doctor appointments and tests that I need to schedule. While it sucks to have a disease, it would be nice if treatment could help me feel better. I want to be healthy enough to spoil my Toby as much as I can.
I could have told you there was something wrong with your brain without the scan.
Talky Toby
I don’t have a premium account to allow me to post videos here . Instead, here is a link to Toby hamming it up at the vet’ s office.
I told you I was good at talking!
Toby and the Minion
So what happened to Toby? It seems like he hasn’t been around much. Is he OK?
Yes! Toby is doing great. He is his usual funny self and has turned out to be a very good helper in the garden. The problem has been his dopey mom.
This was me today, doing some gardening.
I am still struggling with eye issues. In an effort to combat extreme dryness, I have taken to wearing swim goggles whenever I go outside. While goggles do make it soooo much more comfortable to blink, I feel beyond dorky wearing them. I had to laugh when I realized that both Toby and one of the little pups I’ve been watching get excited when they see me put my goggles on because it means they might be going for a walk.
I may love you, mom, but I am still going to hide my face in shame whenever we go out.
The good news is that things have been moving along behind the scenes. Soon I should be able to start scheduling appointments with eye doctors to hopefully get back to normal. Then Toby can have more adventures. Yippee!
At Toby’s most recent vet visit, he put on such a show with his talking that the staff there recorded him and put him on the company FaceBook page. My little monster is on his way to being a star!
What do you mean “on my way”? I am already a star!
The Adventures of Bitey Dog 