After a reasonably quiet hiatus yesterday - I only drove Alex to physio in Northam (140 kilometres) - we were thrown back in the deep end today. Here is a summary -
- I rang the vet at 9.30am. Yes, Ruby had recovered enough from an acute enteritis to come home with antibiotics. Yes, they could see Sascha and Pip for their minor ailments at the same time we picked up Ruby and hopefully get us out the door by 2pm.
- We hurtled out the front door with Sascha and Pip in tow to load them into Ziggy the Volvo. Michael's brilliant idea of confining them in the station wagon's boot was shot down in flames as 2 defiant Stooges repeatedly hopped into the back seat. After I stopped laughing and suggested his quest was hopeless, we left at 10am. The dogs happily ensconced on the back seat...
- Arrived at physio right on 11am. Michael finds a shady spot to park Ziggy with the dogs safely inside. Alex, our physio not my son, puts Humpty Dumpty and his missus back together again. I end up with a wad of Rocktape across my lower back to hold me together. Alex remarks that whilst Michael's back should behave like a spring, his back actually behaves like a pole! And the part of his back that wasn't sore had all the flexibility of a plank.
- Onwards and upwards at 12.05pm. Michael returns to Ziggy, gives the dogs a wee break and picks me up after I've settled the bill. We roar down towards Midvale on the outskirts of Perth. Ziggy ate up all traffic between us and our next goal.
- We arrive at the vet at 12.57pm. Register at the front counter. Cross our fingers that we will be finished in an hour.
- Michael leaves to fill Ziggy up with fuel (again), attempt to get a refund on the fried wood saw (again) - this time with the receipt - and bring us back lunch.
- Very unhappy client waiting claims he has been sitting there for over 90 minutes with his dog. Ruby gets discharged and is delivered to me, rejoining Sascha and Pip in the waiting room and reuniting the 3 Stooges.
- Michael returns with refund and lunch. We devour our sandwiches. Ruby and Sascha are keen to assist us.
- We are called ahead of very unhappy client. I cringe.
- Sascha is prescribed drugs for her leaky bottom and gets her head lump drained of serum. The lump has some hard matter.We are put on a watch for her lump...
- Pip has to be muzzled so he doesn't bite the vet. Vic the vet drains his anal glands (choice!) and checks his infected toenail. Pip squirms, thrashes and carries on like a pork chop. Michael and I restrain him and end up looking like we have terminal dandruff. An antibiotic injection completes his humiliation before he is released.
- Ruby is given an anti nauseant injection to prevent carsickness. She is calm and composed. Or maybe, Ruby is just a far more laid back dog than Pip.
- Michael takes the dogs outside for a pee. I pay a King's ransom and pick up medications for all 3 Stooges.
- The dogs do not need a second hint to get in the car. We leave Midvale at 2.05pm!
- En route to York for our scheduled GP appointment, we stop for a toilet break - for us. The dogs hop out too - Ruby wanders off, Sascha locates and chomps something despicable and Pip wees nervously on every bush in sight. We corral the animals back into Ziggy.
- Arrive in York at 3pm. Our GP, Shalinder is quiet, calm and composed. He freezes a multitude of suspect spots off my leg and hands, writes our scripts, discusses Michael's latest results and writes a referral for Michael to have a full nuclear medicine CT. Then an aortogram...brilliant!
- I buy some chicken schnitzels for dinner and we head home, arriving about 5pm.
We've had dinner and wine and made our bed with fresh sheets. I am now going to join my husband outside on our back verandah. In spite of everything, he is going to have a great birthday tomorrow. I will see to that.
In our natural habitat. Lovers then, lovers now.
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