My dad has an appointment in a few days to go look at puppies. That's his therapy: bring a new one home to love; well, that, and the little guys keep you so busy! When my longtime, most beloved of felines died, my dad insisted on getting me a new cat. I didn't want a new cat (I wanted THAT cat), but I agreed, and hey presto, it did help.
So, I'm pretty excited to be having a new puppy in the family. I wonder what my young dog, Bessie, will think of that? Maggie, my old dog--well, I know what she'll think of it!
What's not fun is my Cushingoid symptoms have come back. Those include rapid weight gain (it's just not technically possible to gain weight as fast as I do when this happens), shaky hands, anxiety, heart palpitations, and a bunch of like things. It sucks, it's lame, and just doesn't feel fair. You know?
Anyway, the test kits are being prepared and I start them next week. Then in mid-December, I have another appointment with the big brain doctor in Seattle--not to worry, she was the nice one, not Dr. Evil. Last time the tests didn't show enough. Let's hope they show something helpful this time.
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