Sad, sad news

Well, Radar went to see the vet (alias "Dr. Death") today and the bad news is that his other ACL (left rear appendage) is ruptured. Badly enough that it will have to be repaired.

A few weeks ago, I read an article by a "newspaper vet," you know, the kind who publishes all sorts of wisdom about everyone's pet ferret or lizard or whatever. This guy was asked about a dog's torn/ruptured ACL. He answered that it needs to be repaired in a large dog, but not in a small dog. First, I asked my self what happens to a medium dog? Since then, though, I have been pondering why a vet wouldn't repair a leg of an otherwise healthy small dog. Radar is a large chihuahua. I mean HUGE. Not fat, just longer and taller than chihuahuas are supposed to be. But he still is small. 11 pounds. See? That is huge for a chihuahua.

If anyone has an answer, let me know. This little guy hopped around on three legs, so he was certainly in pain when he used his bum leg.

Of course, I am glad I hadn't read that article before he had the right knee repaired. What would he hop around on now???

I guess we are in for another fun few months.

Oh boy, I can't wait!

Time Flies...

Wow! I must be having fun since time has flown by so rapidly!

I am feeling better. Still have allergies and trying my best to dodge whatever viruses seem to be hovering nearby. I wish sick folks would stay home!!!

I was tagged by Ky, and I had to ask what I am supposed to do. Man, am I old and behind the times, or what?

I am supposed to list five reasons I blog.

FIVE???


1. It makes me organize my thoughts.

2. I can complain and no one has to listen!

3. It is a "new" thing to do, as opposed to keeping a diary, and I'm a hip, happenin' type o'girl.

4. It puts the burden of communicating on someone else!!! It IS an efficient way to get what is going on spread to lots of folks.

5. Five? I guess I wanted to try this. I'm such a risk-taker!

Okay, I did it. Now, I am supposed to tag someone. Unfortunately, I don't know any other bloggers besides the one who sent it to me and the one who sent it to her. So, if you have a blog and read this and haven't already answered this, you are officially tagged!

Feeling not so good

I think someone shared a cold with me. I had lots of things to do this weekend, but they are not getting done. I should go into DC tomorrow to practice, as usual, but if I don't improve an awful lot, FORGET IT. That would be okay, though, since tomorrow is Mothers Day and I hate to not be with my family.

I finally resorted to making a list of things I need to do because I rest for a while, then get up and do one thing. Okay, I got the laundry done. Or almost. I think there is still something in the washer, come to think about it.

I got a call from my Mom today. She was down. I wasn't good at lifting her spirits, I guess. She only said a quick hello and then was done. That is really unusual for her. I really don't have the energy to call her again. If I tell her I don't feel well, she will feel worse.

I have the greatest sister, by the way! She and I talked for a long time yesterday and we laughed, we cried (almost) and I love the way we can just pick up where we left off. I am very lucky to have her, but very unlucky to live so far away from her. Maybe someday we will live closer to each other.

By the way, the post times are three hours off. Never noticed that before. Guess I should change them. Maybe next time!

Not again!

The dog is limping again. This time it is his other leg. I hate that because he just got use of his right leg again after surgery. Complete rupture of his ACL. Who knew he was such a sporting dog? I really hope it isn't the same thing in his left leg for reasons:

1. The surgery is awful for poor little Radar!

2. The pre-op, post-op and recovery are awful for us.

3. He looks so pathetic.

4. I hated him being in a cast while he was in the cast, but hated that less than once he was out of the cast.

5. I hate his vet. Most annoying vet on the planet. Maybe in the universe. A single office visit can take HOURS. He starts from the beginning each time we are there. Rereads the entire history and then performs an entire physical exam each time. Meanwhile, little Radar is panting buckets of doggie spit all over and his little eyes look like they will pop out.

I guess we have to take him in. I plan to get the appointment at a time when I can't be there. I had to endure most of the office visits on the previous surgery and I just can't face that doctor again right away.

Day 2

Whew. Today was okay. My daughter used to write a journal every day. She was very good at it. Of course, nearly half the entries were identical. "(date) Norm day." I guess today was a norm day for me, too. Our allergies are awful, and it is too cool for the air conditioner, but in the afternoons it is a bit warm.

Tonight I had Chorale practice. Different from the chorus I am in on Sunday afternoons. This one is local, about 130 voices. The director spends a great deal of time berating us and then wonders why no one sings. He mumbles and wonders why no one knows what he said. The group has a governing board that must make him think he is doing a great job. He mentioned tonight that there were many folks who have just dropped out during this segment (from March until mid-May.) What a surprise!!!

My section leader called during the previous segment (when I did not participate) and asked why. I told her I was tired of being yelled at for no reason, for having no consistency in direction, for the lousy selection of music and we no longer have solos that we can audition for. He just has the section leader (generally it is the woman I was speaking with!) sing them. She simply agreed and still asked me to join in anyway. So I did. I actually joined in because three friends asked me to come back.

The director doesn't like to do classical music. He claims it is because he thinks that music needs an orchestra and we can seldom afford one. Lousy cop-out. Most of this year has been pops music. I can tolerate one segment of pops, but this is ridiculous. They count this segment as classical, but it is a commissioned piece, so it is modern and full of mistakes.

Grumble, grumble, grumble.

Singing is supposed to be fun. Hard work, but fun.

I still don't know if I will perform with the group on the 19th. I am not supposed to attend practices if I am not performing, but I am only there for my friends. If I can get a ride to the dress rehearsal and performance, I might do it. We'll see.

Music is supposed to be fun.

By the way, Happy Birthday, Mom!