ARSE and BONE's last hurrah
So I am sitting here waiting on Mayo to call me back so I can schedule a glaucoma test and eye exam. As usual, I am an "abnormal case" and need questions answered that are hard to answer. Why would that change, now? I hope it all works out as I have only 14 pairs of daily wear contacts left. I've been wearing my daily wears for about a week at a time--no worries, I take them out every night--which seems to be okay, here, because my eyes aren't as dry and icky as they were in Tucson. Still, some more back-up pairs would make me feel less anxious. Aside from this small issue which I'm sure will be taken care of at the end of the day, life is quiet.
The rush of home purchase and home insurance finding is over. I find myself with a bit of time. I find myself typing on my laptop on a large, king-sized bed, surrounded by two sleeping shelties. They are back-to-back, sacked out, breathing slowly. My little girl has finally learned how to clean her own paws so her tootsies are perfectly white. (Shelties usually groom themselves and each other--this is something I like a great deal about the breed.)
The weather is changeable, here. It was freezing yesterday, but today it's beautiful. This weekend it's supposed to be in the seventies, like it was last weekend, and arsemuffin and I are making it a priority to take the pups to the beach in the daylight, which will hopefully yield more interesting .jpg results. We will have to leave the house at 4:30 in the afternoon to do this as dogs are only allowed on the beach either before 9:00 AM or after 5:00 PM. This is not a worry, merely a scheduling issue.
arsemuffin has tested positive for TB, as of course he should since he has antibodies for the disease, as that's how they do it in England. As a result, the hyper-careful Mayo people have decided to put him on a TB regimen for nine months which means he's going to suffer extremely awful side effects. And he won't be able to drink for the duration of his treatment.
Did you hear that? The Englishman won't be able to drink for nine months.
This will greatly curtail our social engagements--not that we had a great deal to begin with since we're new in town. I'll update you when the drug taking actually occurs and we see what's actually going to happen to his body. For now, however, we've decided to live it up while he's medicine-free. Which means a funny weekend. I hope I don't do too much drunk dialing. If I do, just chalk it up to ARSE and BONE's last hurrah.
The rush of home purchase and home insurance finding is over. I find myself with a bit of time. I find myself typing on my laptop on a large, king-sized bed, surrounded by two sleeping shelties. They are back-to-back, sacked out, breathing slowly. My little girl has finally learned how to clean her own paws so her tootsies are perfectly white. (Shelties usually groom themselves and each other--this is something I like a great deal about the breed.)
The weather is changeable, here. It was freezing yesterday, but today it's beautiful. This weekend it's supposed to be in the seventies, like it was last weekend, and arsemuffin and I are making it a priority to take the pups to the beach in the daylight, which will hopefully yield more interesting .jpg results. We will have to leave the house at 4:30 in the afternoon to do this as dogs are only allowed on the beach either before 9:00 AM or after 5:00 PM. This is not a worry, merely a scheduling issue.
arsemuffin has tested positive for TB, as of course he should since he has antibodies for the disease, as that's how they do it in England. As a result, the hyper-careful Mayo people have decided to put him on a TB regimen for nine months which means he's going to suffer extremely awful side effects. And he won't be able to drink for the duration of his treatment.
Did you hear that? The Englishman won't be able to drink for nine months.
This will greatly curtail our social engagements--not that we had a great deal to begin with since we're new in town. I'll update you when the drug taking actually occurs and we see what's actually going to happen to his body. For now, however, we've decided to live it up while he's medicine-free. Which means a funny weekend. I hope I don't do too much drunk dialing. If I do, just chalk it up to ARSE and BONE's last hurrah.