One thing’s for sure: Scottie Mom is tired. The last few weeks have been like a never-ending game of dodgeball. A game, I might add, that this Scottie Mom was losing. So many dodgeballs were coming my way at once and instead of getting out of the way, I was hit time and again. The Scottie Mobile craps out. BOOM! Heather’s head wound reopens. BOOM! Scottie Mom falls on her face and her back within 24 hours. BOOM! Something happens to threaten the closing of our townhouse. BOOM! The Scottie Mobile craps out again. BOOM! Heather gets bad liver value test results. BOOM! And that’s not the whole of it. As you can see, just as I was about to get up, another dodgeball would hit and put me out of the game. They say bad things come in three’s but for a while there, it felt like much more.
I’ll take yesterday’s good news as a sign of things turning around, however. I got a call from Heather’s V-E-T saying the ultrasound looked pretty good. In fact, the V-E-T said it looked a lot better than it did last year. She cautioned that it is still not 100 percent normal, but she was not alarmed about that. If the Cushing’s test comes back negative, then we will talk again – this time about the gall bladder and we may explore the option of putting her on a medication to keep the material in her gall bladder fluid. I was told to expect the Cushing’s test results in 5-7 businses days so hang tight, Scottie Mom friends. We’ll keep you posted as we know more. Also in good news: Mr. K’s urine sample came back clean. No crystals were found in this sample. For those who follow us on Facebook, you know Mr. K didn’t make it easy on the V-E-T to get the sample…
We headed to the V-E-T early Saturday morning. It had been three hours since I let Mr. K out to pee. The V-E-T ushered him into the back and they didn’t come back for quite some time when finally, she comes out and says, “He’s got one tiny bladder! I couldn’t get anything out of him!” After promising to return with him that afternoon, we walked out the door – leaving dear Heather to finish her testing. We weren’t outside for two minutes when Mr. K finds a fence and lifts his leg. I couldn’t help but laugh. There is nothing unusually small about his bladder. He just refused to provide any of the coveted urine. Thank goodness we had to return to the V-E-T because this Scottie Mom would have been very upset (but only for a half minute before Mr. K would win her over again) if we had to make that 45 minute trek twice because of a case of Scottie-tude.
Alas, the visit did provide some comic relief and that helped to ease my tension. We got Heather back later that day and she was in good spirits. The only difference was that she was obviously hungry. She had a few yummies waiting at the condo so I think she forgives me for sending her off to the V-E-T for a full day. Now, with testing behind us, the Scottie kids and I are hard at work packing and rewarding ourselves handsomely in the form of breaking all Scottie Dad’s rules. Unfortunately, we haven’t moved to the new house yet because we found a dreaded cockroach. And where there is one of those, Scottie Mom cringes and Mr. K goes for a snack (which just grosses out Scottie Mom more). I’ll never forget the first time he somehow managed to snatch a cockroach up on an evening walk without me noticing until he proudly boasted his catch back in the apartment by spitting it out by my feet the minute we walked through the door.
And so, the locks are changed, the cockroaches gone (I hope), the electric and gas turned on and slowly, I’m bringing items from the condo over to the new house on my way to work each morning. The problem is my back is not yet strong enough to hold much plus Scottie Dad is still a good week or more away from coming home from Houston, Texas. Scottie Grandmadre and Grandpadre came to assist this weekend and they were a big help. With any luck, we’ll be moved in by the weekend after next but I promise Scottie Mom friends will get a sneak peek before that happens. Heather and Mr. K haven’t even seen the new place yet and you bet they’ll be excited to have three times the space they currently own. Plus, they have a special surprise waiting for their arrival. In the meantime, however, Mr. K’s been working on a list of amendments for Scottie Dad’s rules. He promises to share them as soon as they are ready but is open to hearing suggestions his fur friends have. First on his list: getting rid of the ban on hooman bed privileges!