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Papillon is almost 1 year old, and almost didn’t live to see it

In a comedy of errors  – – today was a doozie……

I have had bad pains in my left backside – like my kidney area for a week now.  Bought a “ThermPack” heating wrap at CVS.   It is full of “cells” of iron that when taken out of package begin to get warm.

It helps your aches, it's deadly to your pets

It helps your aches, it’s deadly to your pets

 

While I was on the computer,  Pappi got into my “thermal wrap” and ate one of the cells.   We saw that it is poisonous.   So we call vet.  It was $60.00 just to have my Vet call Poison Control.  I said, I’m retired, can you just find out without charging me? Please?    The vet did – but boy oh boy – found out that it was a lethal dose that Pappi had eaten. (1 cell of iron = 1100 mg of iron dosage) – Atleast he didn’t get to the other 19 cells.

David drops me off at the hospital  to find out why my back is killing me and he goes to the Vet with Pappi. Long story short………$400 + dollars later – pumping stomach twice, shots,  X-rays – etc – Pappi is home and alive.  He’s very lethargic, but he is going to LIVE!!!  Yeah.,,,

not feeling so hot

 

 

I love my Pappi  – you do what it takes to keep your pets healthy and LIVING.  😊   Happier Pappi (last month)In the mail today, when we got home,  was a card from our insurance company VPI (Vet Pet Insurance) –  a beautiful card of a dog and his owner saying “HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPILLON”  which will be 1 year on September 19th.  – Yes.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY my dear puppy.  You almost didn’t have one my little Pappi.   So happy you are okay.   We are crazy about you!!

Happy Birthday Papillon!!

 

Oh, and MOI?   Well, dogs are taken care of better than people.  I’m waiting on a phone call .  “No, you don’t have a kidney stone, yes, you do. ……. ” .  We should just all be puppies/dogs/4 legged creatures. They get cards in the MAIL, and great, all encompassing care

 

 

 

😄

 

I’ve Fallen, and I can’t get up!”The life of a procrastinator, of a TKR.

Okay, well, the time has come. All my 2 years of walking, walking, walking like crazy in France, and even climbing mountains, has come to an end. Oh, I’ll walk again, but I can’t do it without TKR, or , TOTAL KNEE REPLACEMENT. In BOTH knees. I’ve had this bone on bone, no cartilage left, no miniscus even, no cushioning for over 5 years now. I’ve put it off, and procrastinated, and had the knee shots for as long as I can in two or more countries. I’ve worn huge braces under my clothes around the knees which were bulky, hot and a bigger pain than walking without them. I’ve grimaced my way through metro stairs, been picked up at Terminal 1 by a van in Paris to Terminal 2A to catch my other flight to having the wheelchair guy stay with me the entire time never expecting so much as a euro for his trouble. I have made people wait while I climbed into a bus, fallen on the beach coming out of the big blue water and – yes, “I’ve fallen and couldn’t get up”, having waves hit me so hard it knocked my bathing suit totally OFF my body in front of hundreds of onlookers. I’ve had a little girl of 5 hold out her hand to me to help me get up from a low chair at the shore and I had to tell her “Thank you honey, but that’s not gonna work.” (love ya just the same though). I’ve been knocked knee’d and taken a job at a upscale department store with no one knowing the difficulty as I climbed ladders and stayed constantly moving for 7 hours at a time. My husband has fixed countless dinners for me and started my soaking baths too many times to count. Oh, and we carried 500 pounds of luggage from the South of France, up and down 6 sets of stairs at  4 different train stations and onto a ship without actually collapsing from the weight or suffering a heart attack.  A miracle in itself.

It is just time to get the ‘ole knees replaced.

If I didn’t – my life would be slowly reduced to less than I’m doing now. Stairs are already a killer, and most of the time I take one at a time. If I remained the way I was, my sedentary life would be a slow demise to something that I’ve never been before. Still. I’d be sitting a lot more than standing, sitting more than walking, my dog would suffer, cause I can’t walk him. I would suffer. I would gain a 100 pounds. My posture, my hips, my body would kind of atrophy into itself. It would not be pretty. Thus, I go and do what I’ve tried not to do for so very long. Both knees done. One next month, the other the month after. A total of 3 months or more of rehabilitation. Errrrggggg. Lots of physical therapy. Lots of exercises. Lots of pain. And then after? 
Well, I will celebrate by climbing the top fo the Garlaban in Aubagne, France, one more time. (I hope) That’s my goal. Wish me luck If you pray – do that for me ??

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