That has nothing to do with this post, the song has just been running through my head since I read Nicole's latest post. The alternate post title is "Friday Randoms, Oops Ha Ha It's Only Thursday." It's been rainy most of the week and the hood is a little foggy this morning, as is my mind.
Lucy had a vet appointment. She went from this
To this
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| WTF Allison |
She hasn't been to this vet in over two years, and she takes a car ride of the same length many mornings, so how did she know to start whining the second we pulled up in front of the animal hospital door? HOW?
I used to go places with babies, and I am way out of practice for juggling a small living being, my purse, my car keys and whatever else, and I felt like a hot mess.
The vet was lovely. I said I thought Lucy seemed to hop on her leg a little bit when walking, and the vet asked "on the surgery side?" and I said "yeeeees... honestly, once the hair grew back I sometimes can't remember which side it was." But she examined all four legs and said they seemed fine. We usually get weight-shamed, but Lucy is actually down .2 of a kg, whoo-hoo! So much better than the time the vet was extremely bitchy and the weight gain seemed weirdly high, and then I remembered Matt had left his plate unguarded and she had gotten a giant piece of beef wellington the day before - once she pooped she was back in normal weight range.
I finally got her back in her carrier, and then couldn't find my car keys. Which were in my hand.
I forgot to get yogurt at the grocery store yesterday and I have somehow become someone who can't not have yogurt every day, so I went to the grocery store and left Lucy in her carrier in the car while I dashed in for yogurt. After I paid and started walking out I suddenly thought I had left the yogurt at the check-out. Because it was now in the cloth bag I was carrying, and not clutched against my chest.
I got six solid hours of sleep last night, I don't know WHAT to blame this on.
No wait! Maybe I do. I commented on one of Suzanne's Dinners This Week posts that I was cooking short rib and later in the week had ground beef and steak, and joked that maybe my iron was low again. Ha HA, joke's on me, guess what the email from my doc a mere two days later said about my iron and B12? She also said she'd phoned a prescription for supplements in to my pharmacy, which of course they professed to have zero knowledge of when I went in because they SUCK like a vampire that would be anemic if it tried to sustain itself on me. Until I muster up the strength to deal with that, I will be napping with Lucy, who is either traumatized or dreaming of all the liver treats the vet plied her with. Liver treats - those are probably high in iron, right?
5 comments:
Lucy is so cute.
Going to the vet is stressful! For me; Leo loves it. But the instant I leave for the vet’s office I transform into a fire hydrant spewing ultra chatty anxiety all over everyone. I inevitably forget important paperwork or questions I wanted to ask. I don’t even have low iron to blame!
Hope the pharmacy got their act together!!!
(This is Suzanne.)
Rex - and Barkley before him - loved the vet. I think it's because they have so many treats and the vet is pretty liberal with them. Last year after Italy I took Rex to the vet to treat his eye and ear infection, and also his lice (WHAT HAPPENED AT THE KENNEL). He got weight-shamed as he somehow put on FIVE POUNDS IN THREE WEEKS. That's kind of a lot for a dog. He lost it when we were back to regular walks but sheesh.
Low iron! Eeeep.
Rob is also a person who needs yogurt every day, and it's very specific: plain Greek yogurt. Usually from Superstore, the PC brand.
Low iron is the worst (make sure they check ferritin, too - some doctors don't include that in the iron panel). I tried SO MANY THINGS (before I got an ablation), and the #1 thing that helped was Feramax. It was gentle on my tummy and really helped boost my levels. I tried a drink, I tried all sorts of different supplements and even ended up having 4 iron transfusions (!!). But Feramax was the best solution for me.
I have lost my phone SO MANY TIMES when it was in my hand, and once when I was actually talking on it. Don't tell anyone.
My cat(s) weight is always an issue. I have fed nothing but weight loss/control food and NO TREATS for 14 years. I asked years ago that they put in the chart NOT to mention anything about weight.
I hope your iron gets back under control. I have D issues, so I know how supplementing is. Hang in there.
"...because they SUCK like a vampire that would be anemic if it tried to sustain itself on me." Brilliant. But Noooooo, no vampires!
I hope the treatment for iron deficiency is something easy. Yogurt - I don't really like it but I have a feeling I'm going to have to learn to like it sometime soon.
Really, weight-shaming at the vet is a thing? We don't have furry pets but if we did, I think I would quit going to the vet if I had to endure weight-shaming there, in addition to what I endure(d) from my mother-in-law, certain doctors, and society at large (ha!).
Call it a Pâté de Foie Gras treat, and I might go for it.
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