I got nuthin’. Except a shrieker of a headache and claws where my hands should be, from hanging on to the steering wheel of the pickup in 30mph crosswinds…
…you won’t believe this..but BRUNO is in the hospital. Seriously! This has got to be some cosmic joke. Right after Carmine died, Bruno’s eyes started getting red – well, the weather’d broken and I was thinking ‘allergies’ – usually around this time of year his eyes redden, he starts sneezing, etc….
…then he stopped eating. Which I put down to delayed grief. He would a very little bit of food, if I starved him throughout the day – his energy levels were still good, so I figured as long as he ate something…
..then yesterday, we went down to Peoria to run errands – he was sort of quiet but, in general, okay. I stopped at Culver’s drive thru, gave him a few fries; he loved them. Got home and decided to give him another couple…and that’s when I realized he couldn’t SEE the french fry. Then he walked into the cabinet door and my whole world tilted. His eyes full of blood, my baby dog had gone BLIND! I rushed him over to the vet (thank Floyd they were still open) but his vet was gone for the day…Lynn, the vet on call, treats cows and pigs and was unprepared for what happened next: fearing onset glaucoma he told me to take him to the Peoria Emergency Clinic. At which point I said, point-blank, NO! YOU fix him. FIX HIM NOW! PLEASE! and then I burst into tears. Poor Lynn. Large animal guys rarely get pig farmer guys shrieking and bursting into tears. I would’ve felt way sorrier for him than I already did, except I was in the midst of a full-court meltdown. Jennifer got me a glass of water and called El O; he got there pdq and I have never been so happy to see that evil bassid in my life! Then the young new got back to the office and she and Bear attended to Bruno so I could stop shaking and crying. I would be embarrassed but, frankly, I’m too tired to care.
This morning I drove 3 hrs to the excellent U of IL Veterinary School so they could do the opthalmic tests, etc. He’s staying there tonight because…hey! guess what? The eye-blood is not the disease! It’s symptomatic of Something ElseTheyDon’tKnowWhatYetSoTheyAreRunningaBatteryofTests…….at this point they are trying to save his life; blindness seems to be the least of his worries. Platelets should be at 200K. His are at 25K. No sign of poisoning. Testing for bacterial infection or spontaneous auto-immune issues.
Really? Thanks, Floyd!
But he’s in good hands and I see no reason to wear myself out with dumb anxiety, so I’mo have a glass of wine and go to bed.
But ..because I am perverse, I did take the time to notice that his attending doc looks PERSACKLY like Arwen from the LotR books. A gorgeous young Frenchwoman with eyelashes that are otherworldly (you know the kind that shouldn’t exist in Nature – but do? Yeah, those)…..her perfect porcelain skin covers a narrow elvish head…and her perfect little diamond-studded ears are (wait for it) POINTED. Truly. And she had the little elven plait in her hair. All that was missing was her royal raiment, which would’ve looked weird covered in dog hair and spit, so the scrubs will have to do.
See, it’s the little things….
I wore vintage No5 because it’s my go-to for these types of things…but I decided to mix it up a bit for tonight. I’m awash in Carnal Flower EVERYTHING!