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.