Saturday's Ramblings and Sunday Sign
I have been a lazy blogger. It happens sometimes. I'm not sure where the time goes, but it sure passes fast these days.
This week my dog, Pup, has been sick. He has been sneezing like crazy. I don't mean just sneezing like regular, but really slinging his head and a sneeze that goes on and on like he just stuck his head in a barrel of pepper. The vet said it was allergies. I noticed him having some drainage from one side of his nose and he didn't act like he felt very well so I took him back on Monday. When I sat down to wait he sneezed and blood came flying out and that scared me half to death. I'm glad he did it there and not here. I got paper towels and cleaned him, me, and the floor up. After the vet saw him she said he might have a sinus infection so she gave me some antibiotics and told me to give him one twice a day along with a Benadryl. He only sneezed blood out one other time and that was Monday night after I got him home. Thankfully that was on the kitchen floor and no trouble to clean up. Wednesday he wasn't eating much and then on Thursday he ate even less, so yesterday I took him back and she gave him a shot of antibiotics. If he's no better by Monday then she says she will run a scope up his nose to see if he might have a foreign object up there. That is possible I guess. She said they have had animals who have blades of grass up their nose or any number of things. Today he has felt better and tonight he ate 2 hotdogs!! He has been acting really pitiful though and wants me to break the food up in tiny bites and feed it to him. Of course I do this! But he ate that last hotdog pretty much like his usual self, so I know he's feeling better. I was able to give him all his meds today broken up and hidden in bits of hotdog.
Going to the vet is like us going to the doctor. I mean they are so busy and you have to wait sometimes for a long time. Monday when I was there, there was 6 people with their critters waiting and 4 exam rooms full. I was the 7th one waiting. Yesterday when I went back I had to wait a long time because the vet Pup sees was in emergency surgery. I don't mind the waiting. It's always interesting to see all the other critters that people bring in.
The weather has changed so much this week. Wednesday night we had snow flurries and actually a little on the ground before it stopped. It was very windy and cold. Today it's been raining and is not nearly as cold. Tomorrow is going to be in the 70's.
My husband was confused on Wednesday and when he is confused you can't get anything done. Some of you know and some of you don't, but my husband has had 2 strokes and is in a hospital bed and I take care of him. In June I will have been taking care of him in a hospital bed for 3 years. Normally he stays in bed 99% of the time. Wednesday he woke up and thought we were in Knoxville. When he gets like that there is no way you can convince him of anything else. I had to get him up and take him in the living room and after looking out the window he decided that he was wrong and I was right and we were at home. Next he thought that he had driven a semi home and he wanted to see it. (He is a retired trucker.) Nothing doing but he had to get up again and this time I took him out on the porch so he could look for the semi. He could not see it. I pushed him to the other end of the porch (in his wheelchair) and he looked across at the neighbor's house (He is also legally blind), but couldn't see a semi. After putting him back in bed he was very upset about the missing semi. He wanted me to call the neighbors and ask if they had seen it. Then he said he would go to jail for that truck being missing. Then he said he wanted to call the State Police and report it missing. I told him it would be okay, that he had worked for that company for so long and they knew he was a reliable employee, and they would understand, and perhaps it might show up again. So this discussion went on and on with me reassuring him and telling him to just not worry about it and maybe it would be returned overnight, etc. Then around 10 p.m. he wanted up again. This time simply because he wanted "out of that bed!" So he sat up for a few minutes and then was ready to go back to bed. I think all the getting up during the day tired him out because he went to sleep very soon after going to bed, and I was very thankful for that. The sound of his snoring was music to my ears!
Normally he is very quiet and doesn't talk much and won't talk hardly at all if someone comes to visit. If he gets confused he won't shut up. Usually he will get confused about every 2-3 weeks and this will usually last a day and night, more or less. If he were confused all the time there is no way I could take care of him like I do here at home. I will take care of him here as long as I can though. He is a wonderful man and if I were in his place I sure wouldn't want to go to a nursing home.