It has been a day of many parts and many frustrations, so this post is longer than normal. Get yourself comfy with a coffee and biscuits, and I’ll begin.
We’ve had a call from the garden centre. The slabs are in and will be delivered next Thursday (June 4th). Hurrah!! Hubby is pleased and looking forward to laying them, then phase two…………… The Shed!!!
Hubby put the stress bars on the gates this morning then waited for the nurse to come for his INR test. He is still out of range and it doesn’t make any sense. The ‘new’ nurse said he’d get a phone call this afternoon telling him his revised dosage.
Then we had lunch, which was actually pretty good, Maggie having her share of chicken and rice as normal.
After that, he painted the inside of one of the gates as we had our appointment with the vet at 3.30, so needed to leave in plenty of time.
We actually arrived at 3pm, and after reading the notice on the door, waited outside as requested.
The receptionist came and ‘checked us in’ then asked us to wait in the car as someone else was waiting outside to observe the social distancing, so we understood that.
The vet actually came out to us and the phone rang.
Hubby took the call as it was the doctor’s surgery, so I had to try and take in what the vet was telling me as I told him Maggie’s symptoms. We hadn’t washed her so that he could see the discharge, and then things just got weird.
Maggie backed off as he tried to examine her and jumped back in the car. I got her out again so that he could have a look and when he did, she shit! She has NEVER done that in company and I’d walked her before we went when she performed both businesses!
We’d thought something had happened to unnerve her when she was at the vet’s last time (February) as she was skittish every time we tried to take her lead or collar off, but thought perhaps it was just her blind side, or maybe a new nurse had caught her wrong.
Now we know that whatever happened had something to do with the vet, which is a shame because he was so good with her when we first went there. The pre-med for her op and the March booster injections he gave her both made her yelp, so she’s obviously not forgotten.
He’s given us two lots of meds to treat a UTI and a womb infection and we should see results by Friday. If she’s no better after the 7 day course, or she has sickness and diarrhea, then they will need to see her before then. He then started mentioning ultrasounds and heavy duty injections and my mind was going into overdrive so I slowed things down and asked if we were doing the antibiotics route, to which he said yes.
We noticed that none of the staff were wearing masks or gloves and there was no social distancing inside reception between them.
I gave her the first half pill as soon as we got home. The instructions are half a pill of each twice a day, but it was unclear whether to give them to her together or one at a time and therefore four doses, so I called them back. Apparently it doesn’t really matter, but the nurse (who only works part time and had left for the day by then) had said to ‘space them’ so we shall be giving her four separate doses. We’ve given her a shower and made a lot of fuss over her, a few treats, and now she’s dozing on her bed. I’ll give her the next half pill around 8pm, then our final walk will be around 10.
Photo March 2018
Hubby’s phone call was about his revised warfarin dose, which is weird too, but he’s going to be a good boy and do as they say, and has to have another INR test on Monday. This time he’s going to the surgery as, no disrespect to the nurses coming to the house, but the readings have been all over the place since they’ve been coming here.
Coming home, we agreed that we will have to find a new vet as if Maggie is uncomfortable with this one, any treatment or subsequent visits will be upsetting for her and we don’t want that. We intend to have a word with an elderly lady we’ve become friendly with who walks her GSD every day as she calls a spade a spade and won’t stand for any nonsense as far as her dog’s veterinary care is concerned.
We got stuck behind a grockle who was admiring the scenery (flat fields, sheep and cows) so it took ages to come home. The guy behind us got fed up but with a 2 litre engine had the power to overtake us both. Round the next bend was a flat bed lorry with heavy plant machinery on it, so we were behind that for a few miles. Mrs Grockle was getting animated as she pointed at everything. Obviously a townie.
We collected our meds from the surgery, then it was down to the next town to get yogurt. We discovered a particular yogurt that agreed with Hubby’s digestion, then Lidl stopped stocking it. The Co-op does, but not ours, hence our little detour. He got the last 4 on the shelf so is set for the next week or so. I noticed that as soon as the girl on the door left her post, people were walking straight in and social distancing didn’t happen.
Back home and Hubby has now painted the inside of the other gate while I walked the dog.
Before you shout ‘He’s missed a bit!!!’, the top is black and the post green, but it’s the way the sun caught it when I took the picture.
I made us a corn beef salad sandwich (Maggie had some meat earlier wrapped round her pill and it was woofed down in nanoseconds).
So here we are, gone 8pm and I’m just settling down at my blog.