It has been rainy and cold for several days. I’m staying in today. Yesterday I took Charlie to acupuncture, then brought him home and took my camera and went out to my favorite haunts to take photos of the pretty fall leaves.
I just needed a bit of time to myself taking photos and not thinking of much else.
Charlie went to his regular vet, Dr. Poteet, on Tuesday. He said his heart sounded pretty good. I asked if Charlie needed any blood work, if he was due for any, and he said he was due for something called a profile. I guess that’s like a blood panel? I told him to do it.
Nothing was terribly awry with the test results.
I started reading about congestive heart failure. This is what I learned:
Typically, dogs that receive treatment and are in a good health condition will be able to live a normal life.
The condition will get worse in time, even if the dog is under treatment, but most commonly dogs with congestive heart failure have an average life expectancy. The condition may be deadly in some cases, especially if the dog doesn’t receive any treatment. However, dogs with CHF usually die of other causes.
Of course Charlie has the collapsed trachea so he isn’t what you’d consider a healthy dog I’m sure.
Then when I took Charlie to acupuncture yesterday, I had a conversation with Dr. Wallace, who comes in from out of town once per week to take over for Dr. Owen. I told her I was a bit confused.
You might recall my telling you that last Friday Dr. Owen said that Charlie had lasted longer than she thought he would, and that everything from here on out was to be considered “bonus time.”
Of course that touched a nerve. Probably shouldn’t have, but he is my baby.
Dr. Wallace said Dr. Owen probably meant they could no longer help him in rehabbing his muscles. I told her no, that’s not what she said. So Dr. Wallace said she thought she’d give Dr. Poteet a call. I wonder how that conversation will go?
The upshot of this is that they want me to now drop Charlie off for his weekly acupuncture appointments. I suppose they don’t want any more communication problems.
I’m fine with that. I said do his acupuncture each week, then call me and I’ll come right away and pick him up.
Sorry to go on and on about this. But I take things very literally, and last weekend I was so depressed after she talked to me about “bonus time.”
But he’s still my happy little boy. I’ll take all the bonus time I can get, but those words just hit me hard.
What she said Friday gave me this vision of his having one, and possibly nearly two, feet already in the grave.
I rest a bit easier knowing Dr. Poteet doesn’t feel that death is imminent or anything.
I could feel my shoulders relax Tuesday after I talked to him. He knows Charlie well. He’s taken care of him for over 8 years.
I got my second shingles vaccine yesterday afternoon. Boy, did it hurt. And it still hurts like hell.
Within 30 minutes, before I even got home, I felt hazy, dull-headed, like I was getting the flu. This is what happened with the first vaccine back in late August.
The first one did not hurt when they actually gave it to me, but this one hurt from the get-go. I can hardly raise my arm. I just hope this passes quickly.
I can only sleep on one side, and I like to alternate during the night.
Well, I’m having lunch with daughter/daughters tomorrow, so I have that to look forward to. My younger daughter and I never know if the older daughter will make it due to her schedule.
I’m only gone an hour, so won’t be gone long from Charlie.