Life goes on… and sometimes it doesn’t.

I have been diagnosed with pneumonia.  After suffering for 10 days I finally went to the Dr.  I am not a good patient.  I feel like the Drs. are still practicing their trade and still have not mastered it.  I also feel like I know my 71 year old body better than they do.

This was not the time to be sick.  I had three pregnant Mini-Schnauzers and one in heat.  Ron is on the road with a long charter.  So, just me here on the Ranch with the chickens, dogs, horse and cat.  Oh, and garden that needs watering.  No time to be sick!

The Dr. listened to my chest and ordered a breathing treatment right there in the office.  I told him; “No time to be sick”!  So, he gave me $140. worth of prescriptions, this after my health plan discount.  Geezz!  I had better get well!

Ten days later finished my meds and am feeling better.  I won’t bore you with, the coughing, incontinence, dry mouth, fainting, falling over because my vertigo flared up.  I managed to deliver three litters, feed all the critters, water garden.  Drive pups to Vet for tail docking. Grocery shop, nurse one Mommy through seizures brought on by milk esclapsia. (lack of calcium).  Falling into bed in between these activities with complete exhaustion.

No,  I won’t go into that.

My Black Mini-Schnauzer Rosita Negra,  we refer to as our Nanny Dog,  because she mothers all the dogs, had four pups.  Unfortunately, three have died.  Leaving one Black and Silver female puppy.  Heidi my Salt and Pepper had four puppies one died at birth.  The other three are now fat and healthy.  My beautiful Rare White; Starlett had five, three boys and two girls. The two girls have already sold.  They are all soo fat and healthy.

I now have to make a trip to the Vet for Rosie’s one single surviving pup.  They have to have their tail docked and dew claws removed at three days of age.

The worst is over and Ron should be home next week.  He will have been gone 25 days.  The longest we have been apart in 23 years.  He is coming home to a lot of work.  I have only done the minimum.  He is my rock.  Without his twice daily phone calls I would not have been able to do this alone.

I look at the beautiful puppies and their proud Mommies and feel joy.  Life goes on.  Life is good. 

 Ron is coming home in 5 days.


About marysfarmreport

__From Yachts to Manure___... I have lived in a 9,000 square foot mansion in Piedmont, Ca. to homesteading a mobile home and living without running water or electricity for six months in Oroville, California. These are some tales of my adventures. From traveling the world with my Airline Executive late husband to , operating a Yacht Charter Business on San Francisco Bay as a widow with young children, to retiring to a Ranch in Oroville and raising horses and fancy pure bred dogs. Come join me on my adventures as I write this blog..
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3 Responses to Life goes on… and sometimes it doesn’t.

  1. Dean says:

    Mary, your 71 year old body has done you well and will continue to do you well as knowing ones body is key. I have the same idea about Doctors, in fact I remind them often they are the hired help and I am paying for thier years of education and experiance so I will listen but remember I am driving the bus. I am glad your feeling better and with Gods Speed hoping Ron will return home safe and sound. Much Love Dean Radcliffe

  2. Mae says:

    Cousin, our bodies may be getting old, but thanks to the Good Lord our minds are young. Be very careful until that vertigo disappears.

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