As I’m typing this at 2:30 AM, I’m thinking about 3 primary things:
I’ve got to get Dharma relief from whatever (allergy?) she’s suffering from. She can’t sleep — and neither can Merida nor I because of it.
I need a car that will haul a dog to the vet. My mini cooper convertible is not a dog hauler. Heck, it’s not even a grocery getter. Since it’s too late to get smaller dogs, I need a bigger car.
My Oura ring is probably gonna’ flip its shit when it sees my sleep and heart rate throughout this night.
I thought I had it under control.
When I rescheduled Dharma’s vet appointment, I had her in decent shape. At least I thought I did. She doesn’t have an appointment in the morning, but I’m loading her up (Carl’s car and he’s going with me to help) and will be in the parking lot of the vet’s office when they open.
She’s currently in the hallway panting. It’s almost like a kid is sick and there’s nothing you can do for them. 😫
Black marks against the Ville.
So I guess this makes a couple marks in the “cons” box for living back in Crothersville. ONE: It’s a lot harder to get to the vet when he’s no longer just across town — and TWO: there’s something here that’s causing my poor ole’ hound dog a whole lot of misery.
Ear wash. Benadryl. CBD chews. While I’m hoping those will allow me to get a little sleep soon, they sure aren’t the answer.
UPDATE — ABOUT 6 HOURS LATER…
Home just a bit after 9:00 AM and Dharma has had a steroid shot and was sent home with new ear drops. I logged 2 hours and 13 minutes of sleep last night and she probably had less. I’m right at $300 poorer and sleepier than I can remember. I’m going to grab a quick nap and hope for a better night ahead. Grateful it’s Friday and a weekend is incoming. 🙂
Now you know: The average American now consumes roughly the same amount of sugar in a day that the average Paleolithic human (early stone age) consumed in a year — 20 teaspoons.
I scroll through Facebook ignoring just about everything, but one thing I slow down for — and sometimes watch — are dog videos. I don’t want to… but I can’t help it.
I recently caught a short clip about a black dog being adopted and then returned. Not once, but twice before a dude working at the shelter decided to foster him. All that was wrong with said puppy is that he was destructive, rowdy, and rude.
Merida was destructive, rowdy and rude as a puppy too!
Now, she’s just rowdy and rude. 🙂
Dharma is the one with all the health problems. 🙁
We are currently battling something brand new. It started with the space between her paw pads becoming red and tender. She wanted to lick them constantly. I figured the deck she has to cross to get to the fenced part of the yard was too hot. I put down rugs.
That wasn’t it because a few days later, she acted like her ears itched and I saw a spot on her nose she’d rubbed raw. Right after that, her eye swelled and it was itching too! Once it got to this point, I couldn’t get her in to the vet because it was weekend. I gave her Benadryl & CBD chews, treated her ears with solution we had from from the vet, washed her with soap and water, and put coconut oil on her face.
And… kept her out of THIS…
Dharma LOVES to go under these bushes… especially when it’s raining. She practically uproots the things! According to Google Lens, they are Viburnum bushes (we have 2) and it seems those hairy leaves are actually covered with teeny-tiny thorns that cause irritation and contact dermatitis.
I called the vet yesterday and she has an appointment tomorrow. BUT… I forgot that my A/C dudes are coming at the same time to fix the upstairs units… AGAIN! It’s a good thing the ole’ girl is just about healed up because hers is the appointment getting rescheduled. 😉
Now you know: “Snickers salad” is a dish often served at potlucks that consists of chopped-up Snickers bars, Granny Smith apples, Cool Whip, and pudding. Popular lore states it is either a salad or a dessert depending on which end of the table it is sitting at. (Sounds like dessert to me.)
Just a little over a month from now I’ll be in Disney and I’m still struggling with my back/hip/whatever. Walking doesn’t seem to be helping this time around — if anything, it’s worse.
I know a lot of it has to do with sitting in a computer chair the majority of the time, and my posture as I sit is awful. One leg under me in the chair, and the one that’s giving me trouble is slung over the top crossed at the thigh. Only an idiot (ME!) would not see a problem in that.
Dieting sucks — I want pizza!
Staying at a lower weight should help (if I’d quit sitting like I am right this very second), and I was the biggest loser again this week of the 3 fat girls. Dharma and Merida (the other 2 fat girls) are both snoring from the couch right now and I’m so tempted to join them. 🙂
No pizza for me — but I did eat a non-pasta dish.
Using zucchini and squash instead of pasta, I pretended I was making spaghetti or lasagna. I pretended that’s what I was eating too. 😉
I fed Mom and Carl without many complaints (Mom likes less meat and Carl likes the zucchini cooked longer) 🙄, ate my lunch, and put the rest in containers in the freezer. Even once this fat girl diet contest is over, I plan to still be careful SOMETIMES as to not gain it back. I figure I can drag the containers out and microwave them for a quick lunch. I might even make pasta and pick out the veggies.
Now you know: In the early 1900s, electric vehicles accounted for about a third of all vehicles on the road and were popular due to their quiet and clean operation, especially in urban areas.
Scanning though the list of trending topics, I saw a headline and couldn’t believe its source. It was Newsweek… no doubt about it. But the title was pretty darned “sensationalized” for me to think it was from a reputable news source. I went back in time 10 years to see what the main headline was on this day back then.
See if you can guess which headline is from 2013, and which is from 2023:
I know I sound cynical — and I guess I am. I will admit I distrust ALL forms of media.
How can you trust an organization who blasts about an Amber Alert of Facebook, then when you click because you want to be aware in case you might be able to help, you find a subscribe screen and have to pay to see where some poor kidnapped child might be.
How can you trust an organization that thinks it’s newsworthy that some trans chick wants her testicles returned?
Everything is click bait.
Except here, at whatifitdid.com, you won’t find one advertisement — and you won’t find a single place where you’re asked for a donation or pushed to pay a subscription fee. Ok, so it’s not news… but neither is what the mainstream media is churning out either. 🙂
At least here, you get to see a couple pretty cool hound dogs…
Now you know: There have been 256,000 unsolved homicides across the United States since 1980.
I think I’m making it too easy on ole’ Brad the hummingbird. He brings his entire family to dine at the feeder and they spend most of the day — every day — hanging out there. They consume about 3 cups of liquid from the feeder every other day! That’s a lot for things so darned small.
I have mosquito bites… multiple itching bumps.
Hummingbirds eat insects. They feed on wasps, flies, ants, gnats, and MOSQUITOS! But not here, obviously. If they were doing their job, I wouldn’t have gotten eaten alive while weed eating the ditch.
Brad, if you’re reading this — you must get some protein in your diet. Sure, carbs give you energy but it isn’t healthy if that’s all you consume.
Today is weigh-in day. Oh my!
I’m typing this too early to share results from the diet trio’s one month weigh in, and I’m not feeling confident that I’ll be the biggest loser this week. I need to get a couple more bodies added to the “fat girls” group so my chances of winning will be higher. These 2 girls were the only ones I could think of that might join — and they want no part of it.
Today is also HVAC repair day.
Repair dudes are coming today to install the ordered parts in a last attempt to revive my mini-split units. By late afternoon, I’ll either be extremely happy… or I’ll be devastated and worrying about the next course of action. I hope it’s not the latter. We started this process on April 11th and have limped through long enough.
It’s true that summer isn’t going to be around a whole lot longer, but the mini splits are also great to warm up the house on cool mornings before we fire up Chester, the wood boiler. Not gonna lie…I miss him. I got used to the scalding hot water he produced and I’m not sure how many more times I can crank up the temp of the hot water heater.
Brain food for the day: The meerkat is the world’s most murderous mammal with 20% of all meerkats being violently killed by another meerkat, most commonly their mother, sister, or aunt.
