28 posts tagged “gigi”

Good gravy am I ever glad this week is over.

Neighbor was moved into a skilled nursing facility late last night. She has to be on antibiotics for four weeks for the MRSA. She seems to be doing ok (the dementia helps with that). Her kids? Not so much.

Chemo started this week for my friend. It wasn't until the third day that she started feeling puny. It sounds like right now she is really pukey.

Mom gets another shot next week. I sure hope another one will help even more. I think she's shown good strides in improvement. The leg cramps are still around and she equates that with not doing well, not matter how many times I tell her the two issues are not related.

Gigi is doing better. Still not eating much. Just not quite back to her perky self. The brownie she ate was huge. I had to cut what I ate into bite sizes with a knife and fork. Her heart rate was 200 and her temp was 102.7. Even though I am broke because of it, I am still so glad that she woke me up.

I am off this week and am so hoping to have a reprieve from everything. My goal was to get the house more organized and now I'm two days behind. I'm not going to get too wound up about it and just do what I can.

She's going to be ok. She's at our regular vet now for the day. I'm going to take a nap.

I discovered at 11:30pm that Gigi ate a brownie I'd left on a low table when I unloaded my purse before heading to the hospital. She seemed ok, so we went to bed.

She woke me up about 2:30am. I rushed her to the Emergency Vet. I've come home to get a credit card to pay for her care.

She could die. Pray for her please.

Gigi and Cory laid side-by-side on my ottoman. I was thrilled. That's never happened before. In close proximity, yes. Touching, never.

Later, I was sitting here, in front of my computer, which looks through my kitchen, out through the open door, into my back yard. They were again, sitting side-by-side, looking out the door, at the possum, sitting on the stairs, staring back at them.

Brevity

But I know she loves it.

Gigi came home from the groomer this week with a mani-pedi:

manicure

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Since I already dress her, I need I get the polish off her lest anyone think I am one of those crazy dog ladies.

Speaking of toes, I went to a podiatrist this week. As long as I can remember, I have always hated my toes. I would never wear shoes that showed my toes. It probably wasn't until I "discovered" flip flop's just a few years back that I would bare my toes.

Basically every toe except for my big toes are malformed. (It is a birth issue, not because of shoes.) Primarily hammer toes. Both #2 toes are pretty bad now. Enough to need surgery. So is the #3 toe on my left foot.

When I was younger, I dreamed of having my toes fixed. Sometimes they would hurt so much.  My mom feels bad that it wasn't something she afford when I was younger. I tried to explain that the surgery back in the day was probably much worse than it is these days (which the doctor confirmed). These days each toe takes about 15 minutes. Surgery on Friday, back to work on Monday.

It's odd to know something yourself, but to hear someone else talk about it was weird. He pointed at my big toe in the side x-ray and explained that those should be the only bones visible from that angle. Hah.

When I asked about a couple whiter spots on right toe #2, he pointed out that I should have three bones in that toe, not two. But see, I do have three bones in that toe. It's just that one bone is almost perpendicular now. It will need a pin to help straighten it out. Ah, so that's why that hurts.

He would like six weeks of no crazy walking post surgery, so because of a couple trips coming up, I won't have surgery until the summer. Late June maybe.

Part of me is thrilled that I am getting some toes fixed. Another worries that I will hate having such long toes after. Mostly though, I wish I could have it done right now!

Which breed of dog is your favorite? Post a picture of it. 
Submitted by Melissa.

Well, that's easy!

Gigi

Gigi gets awful red eye when her picture is taken. But when it's edited, it makes her look weird.

Isn't she cute in her new winter coat?

Gigi, Dec. 2007

Gigi sleeps with me at night. Comes as a big surprise, I know.

She is usually right near my torso or on my pillow. Yes, my pillow.

She weighs five pounds and according to the kid on Jerry McGuire, my head weighs six. Either way, we fit.

After a trip to the bathroom last night, I was getting re-situated in bed and we were jockying for our pillow positions. Eventually, I had to nudge her over some for extra room and said to her, Gigi, move over. I'm the adult.

Yes, I'm the adult.

Not, I'm the human.

I am so whipped.