Wasted days and wasted… The good news is, Mugsy doesn’t have any dread diseases in his lungs either. The bad news is, we have no definitive diagnosis. It’s not just allergies. It’s not a collapsed trachea. It’s not chronic bronchitis, no matter how much it sounds like it. We spent the entire day in Richmond for that news, and a broad-spectrum de-wormer that will be waiting for us at our primary vet - the one we claimed last Monday – tomorrow, on the off chance it’s a parasite. The test for parasites (the itty-bitty live in the lungs kind) is expensive and requires anesthesia, and at 12+, Mugsy doesn’t need the risk when the cure has comparably fewer side effects.
For Anne, I did get one whole repeat of the secret lace do-whop done while I waited.
Now, we must go to town because the new toilet the Knight installed in my bath needs a longer supply line. And he needs a new cell phone battery. The things that make the world go ’round…
Tomorrow’s not looking good for knitting content either. Dentist at noon, Junior League at 6:30pm. I don’t know how you full-time moms do it. I have one dog, with one medical circle-jerk, and I’m craving a full work week with no appointments and time to blog.