Slowly Coming Out From Under My Rock

Both me and Carlos have been feeling horrible. For the first time since we’ve been together, Carlos was more sick than me! He is on the mend now, thankfully, and so am I. There are still major bouts of fatigue as well as unexpected aches, pains, and sneezes; however, overall, things are looking up for both of us.

Before KMGN went on hiatus for the holidays there was supposed to have been a post telling everyone so….. There are reports some of you were able to read that particular post but the majority of readers received nothing at all until the couple of most recent posts.

Honestly, I have NO idea why only a few were able to read the hiatus post. I did nothing differently from what is normally required for posting. It just didn’t show up, and I am so sorry there has been such unexplained silence here. I’m sorry, and will double-check thoroughly each post afterwords to make sure they are going through. If you do not read a post here in four weeks, please e-mail me to the e-mail addressed posted on the blog itself. It is important I know the posts are going through and I could use your help.

Right. Now, on to other news on the home front:

As I said above, Carlos and I are getting better. Last evening, though, there was a canine emergency – Gaby, our oldest dog and {currently} our only girl, began wobbling and falling when she tried to walk. She also could not focus. It was so bad we were pretty sure she couldn’t see. Both of us feared she had a stroke and gone blind and didn’t want to voice it out loud. Luckily it was just before eight o’clock so I was able to get hold of our vet who told us her sugar level had dropped, probably, and to give her some food. Since it would take two physically strong people to transport Gaby – someone to sit with her and keep her on the seat, and someone to drive – we made an appointment for 9:15 this morning.

Carlos and Cheyenne were putting Gaby into the van and I called Dr. H to let her know they were running late because Gaby couldn’t walk on her own and was carried, which scared Dr. H, the concern was palpable in her tone. “Take her to a hospital, the one here in town or the one in Richmond. If she can’t walk she needs blood work I can’t do and this sounds serious.”

Thank God for cell phones!

I called the guys who hadn’t gotten very far and told them what Dr. H had said. It was decided Gaby was Richmond bound to the Barns Mill Animal Hospital. They have helped us in serious situations before with JoJo and Cappa.

They had to wait until one of the doctors was free at the hospital for a short bit, but when it came time for Gaby to go inside she went in style, on a litter. Carlos said Gaby lifted her head and was looking around as if to say, “It took me getting sick before they realized my proper place in the world. I am a Royal Russian Bear Dog after all!” Since I have seen similar looks from said creäture, I couldn’t help but laugh, because the scene was right there in my head: Carlos and Cheyenne walking along each side of the litter while two others transported Gaby in the proper royal style to which she should already be accustomed to, and Gaby enjoying every single second of it. We don’t call her “the princess”, “her majesty”, and “your royal majesty” on occasion for nothing.

The examination revealed Gaby has a serious inner ear infection so badly it is throwing her equilibrium off and making it too hard for her to focus. Gaby now has some medicines and ear drops which Carlos gets to administer since Gaby can’t jump up onto a couch for me. Knowing my baby girl {baby bear} isn’t dying and we can help her get better has lifted my spirits wonderfully; especially since we were so worried about her last night we slept in the living room with her and the boys.

The last 24 hours have been long and worrisome for me, so I am going to go watch a movie. A nice funny movie.

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About Henrietta Handy

I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. I am an aspiring writer with a wonderful husband who puts up with this writing and reading addiction I have. He also puts up with all of the yarn and knitting. I have four canine children and a ton of friends I love dearly. I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at the age of 2 1/2 and have still managed to have a good life despite all the pain. So, I invite you to join me in this journey and just possibly have fun along the way.
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