The new blog design makes me feel like I've moved into a new studio apartment. It's all fresh and newly painted; things are the same but different. I still have a little kitchen with a junk drawer under the counter, a sunny spot by the window and a comfy bed, everything is just in a slightly different place. It took half of my vacation week to create and I only had to contact tech support once. With that said, welcome to the new redesign.
The vacation felt good and it allowed me to take a nice deep breath after finishing week eight with my running group. I reached 3.3 miles which felt like a huge accomplishment. Somewhere along the line I injured my hip which made the last run excruciating. When my running coach asked me if I wanted to turn around and go back I told her no, I wanted to run until I was too exhausted to think about the pain in my hip. And I did, then I went to a chiropractor for the first time in my life which was completely uneventful. There will be more on that later in the week when I return and we go over my xrays.
Speaking of which, my dear Baby dog also had to have some diagnostic imaging. That girl is 15 and up until recently has been as healthy as a horse. A miniature, toothless horse mind you, but healthy nonetheless. She started skipping meals, then she started throwing up but just a little. If I didn't work at the vet clinic I would never have even taken her to a doctor.
They found that her liver values were off the charts high. It could have been anything from acute toxicity to pancreatitis to a plugged bile duct. The ultrasound showed nothing to support her liver analysis, in fact, she looks great in there. Nice looking liver and kidneys, a few little spots on the spleen that I was reassured were not a problem. She absolutely did not eat sago palm, or chocolates or grapes or raisins. We're crossing our fingers that the milk thistle that her vet put her on will be enough to get things back to normal.
In a nutshell, those were the major life events of spring 2015. Oh, and I had a birthday. I talked to my brother once and my mother twice because she forgot that she already called the first time. At least I'm not that old, I thought to myself. But maybe I am. The dogs do not follow at my heels out of sheer devotion. No. It's because I so often forget whether or not I've filled their bowls with kibble and I could never, ever let them go hungry.