Holding our breaths

A project is possibly in the works.
That will either be a go or a no.
Anyone who has been in business understands that.
Still after all these years of making deals... not like our Twitter happy so-called Pres. but little ones that can change things now just for Hubby and I.
Sure I would love to say something, but as usual the jinx factor looms large in my soul, darn it!
Hush, and I will tell you all by tomorrow at the latest which way it went, okay?

Moving on...

Yep, those butterflies are playing havoc with my tummy.
I did ask our new doctor about my continuing stomach issues and he also feels that I should go back to the 20 mg. of Nexium twice a day, as my gastroenterologist told me to too. I blamed the news that said it was a killer medication, and I believed them.

Believe it or not his name is Luis Casanova, yes that same historic name.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giacomo_Casanova https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/Casanova
You would have thought that with the way women are telling the horrors of experiences with all those womanizers in all walks of life that his name would have concerned me when on my search for another internist.

But no, oddly enough he is both our doctors, and a geriatric internist and we double tag teamed him in the two times we have seen him, meaning with our one brain, we tease so we listen better, we are both there seeing him at the same time. Not worried at all! Our first time was getting to know each other and getting refills for certain meds, second was for the blood work results, so no hospital gowns or top to bottom exams, excuse the expression. We do have body part doctors for most everything else anyway.

Hubby and I so far feel he is a fine doctor who listens and informs very clearly.
He says he realizes that finding the right personalities that go well enough together is not that different with doctor and patient as with a marriage. Methinks he aced his bedside manner class!
And yet he is only about ten years younger than us, and shares the building that they own with his doctor wife, a pediatrician, see decent docs.
I hope so anyway.

That is all for tonight folks... but stay tuned!

Who knows what lurks in our thought to be ordinary lives, hmm?

Happy good night to all and to all share your blessings and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!

Ya know how you do things emotionally...

without really putting much thought into them, and sometimes it works out and sometimes it turns out to be a big mistake...just food for thought, hmm?

Of course Hubby and I are on an emotional roller coaster ride too.

Between Gus's death and our mystical not quite clear cut lab work that has to be watched.
These things can make people do weird things without much thought.

Here's where I am going with this...
Puppy shopping all over the net, yup today, way too soon.

Fortunately, for the puppies sake and our own we had no luck due to the type of doggy (s), ages or prices.
I at one time during the day found out that I do qualify for a legitimate trained service dog. Only thing is that the one agency I contacted that even had hypoallergenic breeds, with my asthma and allergies that is what I would need, so they had standard poodles and Labradoodles, but their closest office is in Clearwater and they said they do not come to our area, over one hundred miles away.
See, not going to happen.
The shelters and rescues of course were high and first on my surveying lists, but this time I thought to look for puppies not older dogs with possible emotional issues.
Sounds cruel to some, but I do not think I want another biting, need to go under for grooming and shots pet again, sorry!

Never had one before this last four legged child, Gus.
Oh we did love him, but with me it was more when he loved me first, I was still wary of him, since he had bitten me three times!
Hubby overlooked that, since he was only bit twice.
No fun in any of that.

All our previous pets were very social and loved the world and what we did too, from swimming to boating, fishing etc. and going everywhere with us and licking people, not attacking them.
Yep, too raw.
Good and not so great memories.
Hubby is going to hate some of what I am writing here.
I did not cry profusely this time at Gus's death, but I did cry sporadically with memories of the not enough good times, yes we were making progress, but it was slow, three plus years had passed.

Confusion and a hole in both our hearts has caused us to collaborate on the concept of taking in more four legged babies, yep two tiny ones this time, Yorkies or Malteses or Morkies, we were searching for... who knows.
We loved and miss Benji and Brandi our Yorkies who lived fourteen and sixteen years and were wonderful and checked all the boxes of our wants and needs. Lovable, smart, hypoallergenic, loved enjoying whatever we did too. They were easily bathed weekly and hair was trimmed by me by using a mere pair of scissors, so no costly groomers!
Since we do know that there are no grandchildren in our near futures, so why not?

Waiting is the grown up thing to do, and smart and prudent and the proper thing.
And due to our circumstances and not exactly agreeing on things, crate, no crate training, free reign, loose in the van or restrained in the van etc. etc. etc., one or two babies, or Yorkie vs Maltese ect. etc. etc.
So until we have a meeting of the minds, oh and of course the prices are CRAZZEE... mostly too high, so don't worry... right now we seem to doomed to be childless.

Cats are wonderful, and we had three long term relationships with them over decades, but now with my asthma?
And Hubby will not touch a litter box, and outside cats are not our style.

So..... I have no idea.
And perhaps that is the best idea yet!
Open, but not rushing.

Happy good night to all and to all share your blessings and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!

Our turns to find out our diagnoses.

Hubby got an excellent in cholesterol, in fact his is so low he can take his cholesterol meds only three times a week instead of seven, glucose perfect and even his heart and lungs are too!
He is slightly anemic, but not too bad for his older self doc said, for him a six month turn around to check his blood work again, iron and B complex.
Me with my higher numbers of liver enzymes, and lower GFR of kidney function I will be getting those tests redone in seven weeks.
We think the culprit could be my medications, especially my statin that I have been on for over a decade!
Oddly enough my cholesterol is not as bad as I thought, about twenty-five points higher than it should be, and my triglycerides are okay too, my LDL isn't that great though.
So I suppose I am between a rock and a hard place for my inherited high cholesterol that got both my parents, not obese or having high blood pressure just the high cholesterol caused their strokes that killed them, my brother too!
Oh well.

This is late and I am tired, TTYT, okay? 

Calming cleansing breaths and busy work...

Are coping mechanisms that can work when dealing with stress, that is in lieu of hard drugs and heavy alcohol consumption, ha.
I do neither!
Oh and ice packs.
Although, some of my very legal prescribed medications ones can leave behind some damage.

Moving on...
So my mission was to clean all of Gus's things, toys and bedding and so I did.
Hubby took his larger doggy bed outside and put it in a bucket with laundry detergent and sloshed around and then with the garden hose he washed it down and left it there to dry in our eighty degree weather.

At this point we do not know if we will be donating them or saving them...the food is a whole other issue that we should donate now. We just had bought a year's worth of Heartguard to prevent against heart worms, but that lasts for a while. His Milk Bone treats were in a glass jar saying, Gus's treats, and that was emptied into the rest of the box that might need donating too... so sad, seeing everything.

Hubby and I each chose our favorite pics of Gus and made photographic hard copies to print out on our printer and we framed them. Some though Hubby made full sheets size on regular copy paper.
I still pick up cheap frames at thrift stores, and I had three left.
Only one needed any enhancement, so I did it with my gold acrylic paint in a texturing style dabbing the paint in a flurry of movement, be aware this method calls for extra drying time.
See busy, but thoughtful work.

And oddly enough after also making dinner, both my hands are somewhat swollen and I am running a slight temperature, around one hundred, weird.

That's it for tonight, till tomorrow all.

My feelings are still raw.

Anything that dies at the raw, not ripe, too young age of four plus years it could easily be said that that is a horrible thing to happen to anyone/thing.
Human beings are toddlers/babies then, and animals vary in maturity by type at that same numerical aged number.
A dog or puppy at that age is still a young-in, we can all agree.
And Gus was a mere four plus in years for today was his demise, since being a rescue we never really knew his true age, all we knew was where he came from and that was Naples Florida. He was a vagabond of a year or there about when harshly removed from his wanderlust freedom to becoming a ward of the state and given a home with a rescue agency called Canine Castaways, and then eventually with us.
So it is safe to say no one knows what indignities he may have suffered during his first year of dog-hood-om.

From what we could presume from his behavior flaws of fear of many things from pots and pans to plastic bags to towels we could only let our imaginations fly wild to mostly bad experiences, since Gus, originally Gaston would jump, cringe, bark or violently attack in bite mode!

 He eventually became nearly desensitized to pots and pans noises, even plastic bags became not as scary either, towels he still did not care for, and baths, shots, being lifted up, or kissed while sleeping we never did get him to relax about any of those, but he was making progress!

Fear drove our little guy, but then there were times when he would jump on your lap and hug you, yep with his two front paws around you and slobber luscious kisses all over your face or hands...and use me as a stepping stone to get to his Dad, Hubby to me, and give him some shared smooches too.

Gus loved his stuffed toys of Monkey, Raccoon, Teddy, Bunny, Froggy et al. pull toy ropes, balls and bones, so many had been added in from his predecessors stock.
He had two bed sets, one for the living room and one for our bedroom.
He wasn't the jumper, swimmer or boater that any of his predecessors were either, but he did have his own special charms... he loved to play with the backyard hose and Daddy with any game he could think of, for they were true buddies all the way.

So in the end, today's final decision was his, Daddy's/ Hubby's.
A intelligent decision due to the facts of dear Gus's horrid too quick failing health diagrammed by his doctor!
Today is Monday and just last Thursday he was fine, yes absolutely FINE!
Friday was bit not too good, Saturday a bit more, but then Sunday was no different from Saturday, no better no worse.
Thus the visit to the veterinarian today.
He was not eating, had diarrhea, flopping not really walking, just moving a little then he would melt into a puddle onto the floor, not peeing just melt.

Even when after the doggy doc was called and Hubby tried to get him into the van, Hubby took the crate out for Gus to get into, but he couldn't even do that, and the one step into the garage Gus fell down, horribly missing it!
Hubby was very saddened by this downhill turn, and so was I!
Hubby fastened the lead around Gus and actually slid him into the crate.
Flashes of a replay of Skipper's, our Bichon Frise who died six weeks before we rescued Gus, he was ten and half at his death, also too young, and his was a inoperable stomach cancer also very aggressive, the similarity to Gus's too fast death played chilling déjà vu reruns that ran through both of our brains.

Just like that, in a blink of an eye, Gus was gone...so very very sad.
12-?-13 to 2-5-18. Hemorrhaging internally from in his stomach, pancreas, liver, and spleen cancer causing his wbc of 42000, and a rbc of 1, he would have starved to death. I asked the vet what to do if he was his and he said that he would euthanize him and so with much grief we did. So very young! Too young. He is at peace now somewhere in the hopeful afterlife world we pray is heaven or some such place. Farewell dear loving friend and companion till we meet gain...

 Gus, you are already sorely missed!



  

Are you ready for some football?

If not, what about those multi million dollar commercials?
I remember a time when a minute went for a mere 500K, or maybe that was thirty seconds, yup way back in the early nineties!
And people were shocked then.
Oh why did I know about the cost?
At that time, twenty-six years ago I was working in promotion and was told by the owner of our company.
You see, her adorable towheaded son had made a commercial with his Pop Warner team way back then, and I think that it was long one a minute and half commercial.
BIG BUCKS THEN!
But now the price then was a bargain in comparison to the inflation of 5.5 M tonight!

My Dad enjoyed all sports so if he were still here, oh dear he would be 111 now, and he would be watching and most likely hoping the New England Patriots and how impressive Tom Brady is and all and that they would be the winning team, since we're north easterners then living in Bergen County NJ... but after Hubby and I married we moved to south Jersey, in fact to less than an hour outside of Philly, Philadelphia, PA and so we would be then and today Philadelphia Eagles fans!

Although, if the NY Jets were playing then that would be a whole other BOWL/BALL GAME, HA!
Sadly the Giants not so much.
But in the day with Broadway Joe Namath on the Jets WOW!
I met him since moving to Florida at a health convention in Ft. Myers of all places!

Any-who, good luck to your team of choice.
I am just glad that we do not have those below zero temps here in Florida, 78 degrees now, and even if their Minnesota Stadium is seventy degrees that's crazy waiting on all those lines outside to go in, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr  in those minus double digits! And watch yours they could fall off, your finger digits that is! Stay warm all!

Happy good night to all! Have fun!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!

PS Gus is stable right now, no change.



 

No medical news today, about people that is...

Except Gus, our little love (to us and immediate family) four legged guy, rescue Havanese mix, has been feeling poorly, not eating and sleeping a lot.
Sure we are concerned, but it has happened before and he was fine.
But if it goes on still by Monday we will call his vet.

If any you recall he is not happy with strangers touching him and even for his yearly shots they have to put him under and for his grooming too!
He turns into a very similar canine personality as Cujo, from the Stephen King novel of the same, minus an excuse of rabies! He has always had all those shots.

The first time a vet tech told me that he tried to eat her he was a mere eighteen pounds, and now he has gained ten pounds in the last three that we adopted him since then!
So a little overweight, fasting will not hurt him.

His shots and vet exam were both just in December, his last grooming then too, and all was well once he woke up.

At first we both thought he had the flu too from us?
But the news said dogs do not catch the flu from people, but other dogs and the last time he was out by other dogs was when he went to the vet this past December?
Other than that Hubby takes him in our fenced in yard to relive himself.
Although, we do have wildlife that does come into it, many birds, and mostly an opossum nightly, but they do not get too close to one another.
Hubby is there to protect.

Now we are watching an original Netflix movie, The Open House, we even had snack trays/tables in the multi-purpose living room to eat our picked up at Wally's Barbecue, ribs, baked beans and sweet potatoes!
I started writing when Hubby left to pick up dinner and he just took Gus out so I am nearly done, movie is on hold with only fifteen minutes left!

The scary person has not yet been revealed.

Happy good night to all!

Next time please be here or be square, ya hear!

PS Gus has tummy issues.