Furry Friday Already?
A Pennsylvania Pony
Thanks to everyone for the thoughts and e-mails. Nothing quite like having all this health “stuff” thrown at you before a doctor asks: “And has cancer been ruled out to your satisfaction?” Cancer? For crying out loud. The man was just diagnosed with diabetes; his back is killing him (not something new, but worse); his stomach is in an uproar; his sides ache; we’re both working on our last nerve; why not give us something else to obsess about?
The bone scan was normal, so he’s in the clear. The MRI held no big surprises, typical deterioration and arthritis for his age and work history. I took him for an epidural the other day. Doesn’t seem to have helped - yet. We got home just in time for me to drive to the pharmacy in Red Lodge - again. No snow on the road that time, but plenty of deer in the dark. Sigh. . .
We’re hanging in - and on!
November 18th, 2005 at 2:29 pm
*hugs*
November 18th, 2005 at 4:48 pm
Have you been able to get him to rest at all? Have you rested? I can just imagine Sugar has. Linn
November 18th, 2005 at 5:01 pm
(((Hugs))) And good thoughts headed your way!
November 18th, 2005 at 5:02 pm
That above comment is me.
Sam’s Darling Wife.
November 18th, 2005 at 6:23 pm
Many annums ago (11 to be exact), I kept having attacks of my digestive system that were really bad. (I would bloat up, have the dry heaves, all the while just hoping that I could throw up and get it over with. As Robin Williams used to say, “Everybody Out! Two exits, no waiting!” My overextened stomach would cause pressure on my lower back and cause back spasams, so I would be hunched over like Quazimoto on a good day.)
Finally, I got over my guy thing–trying to tough it out–and went to see the doctor. (Which doctor? Exactly. In fact he told me in Swalhili I only had 40 more years to live.) Turns out that I had gallstones (part of the process involved me getting an ultrasound, which–being the comedian I am–led to me asking the operator of the machinery whether it was a boy or a girl; the answer: Twins!)
Afterwords (the doc said they were small enough that they could be left alone for the time being untile they really acted up–which they never did, so I still have plenty of gall, I can assure you), I asked the real doctor (it was a lady doc, by the way, who performed a digital exam to check for colon cancer–in a professional way, I can assure you) if I could play the violin. When she replied, “I don’t see why not, with proper care,” I replied, “That’s great doc–I never could play it before!” (An old George Carlin joke–which, being a physician, she didn’t get at all.)
On the subject of doctors (especially his physician, Dr. Vinny Boom-Batz) comes this gem from the late Rodney Dangerfield: “My psychiatrist told me I was going crazy. I said, ‘If you don’t mind, I’d like a second opinion.’ He said, ‘All right: You’re ugly too.’ And he made me lie on the couch face down.”
Drive carefully–life’s rough enough for the deer as it is, what with all the orange-vested drunks with guns running around.
Just remember to be yourself–even if you have to fake it.
Kirk & His Massive Mangy Mooching Mountain of Mutt
November 19th, 2005 at 1:26 pm
What a pretty little pony. Reminds me of one I had as a child named Lady.
Keep hanging in there; good health and more peaceful times are surely coming your way soon. I’ll be thinking of you.
November 19th, 2005 at 6:16 pm
Thats such a cute pony.
I hope all the health issues get resolved soon.
November 19th, 2005 at 9:35 pm
HEY, WATCH IT THERE BUDDY! (Kirk) These days it’s us orange vested drunks with guns that got it rough. $3.oo a gallon gasoline, massive excise taxes on beer, cost of ammo just keeps going up and up, good looking blonde animal rights activists laying around downtown protesting. I wonder if I could send a request to PETA and have them send a few of those gals to protest at our hunting camp? Wouldn’t get much hunting done, but the scenery would improve a bit . . .