Yup, we made it through our vet visit with flying colors. We hadn't been there in a LONG time which was a big change from the tumultuous previous year (vet visits included: new sissy, spondylosis in Wally's sexyback, a return visit after overdose on painkiler, and a bum ticker!)
The doctor said my sissy appears to be in perfect health! Except for a nasty case of Goofy Tongue.
I am a bit worried she may have caught some Doofusism from Joe's bro. Can that be transmitted on the Internets?
As for ME it was a great visit! We'll have to wait for the blood tests to come back tomorrow (I have to get a SENIOR wellness check. Who's the senior citizen here? Hmmm? Does this look like a senior to you? I bet I'd get carded buying cigarettes!) But I appeared to be in great shape. This comes as a big relief to the apes. For those of you new to my blog I had a big health scare last year. I went in for my checkup/shots and the doc went to listen to my heart and while he was listening he gave my ma ape a look that is best translated as "Duuuuuuuuuuuuude." It was not good. My heart was murmuring (and not just murmuring undying love for Studly D and Samantha!) and had an arrythmia. I had to go to the card-e-ologist who took pictures of my heart which was TOO BIG (I could have told you that--I have so much love). The card-e-ologist thought I might be about to go into congestive heart failure and would probably start a slow (or fast) decline. WRONG DR. HEART! I went back a month better--arrythmia gone. I came back a year later and--arrythmia gone, murmur, barely noticeable, just a whisper "Saaaaaaaam". I FIXED MYSELF. No prescription meds, just a little hawthorne, a little cardi-strength and lots of love. Now, I still do sometimes have some heart problems if I overexert myself and periodically it flares up but it has not gotten progressively worse--my ma ape listens on her stethoscope and there has been no change for the worse. I'm a miracle, you might say. I'm relieved. I was afraid they might have to put in a pacemaker and I'd be like the VP and have to start shooting people in the face as a way to keep myself alive without a heart. But NOPE. I'm a miracle baby (pending blood results tomorrow).
Look at this face! I look so young I could be mistaken for Nanook's wee brother, eh?
I should give a shout-out to Miss Sunshade who has sent me some wonderful info on medicine and Buko, Narra & Jacks's ape who photocopied articles from Whole Dog Journal
AND spent much of last weekend bribing me to be nice to him with loads of snacks. And, while he IS responsible for making them go to a dog show and look at other dogs at least he gave them DELICIOUS STINKY FISH SNACKS to give to me. Mmmmm.
Maybe I should write a self-help health book? Step One: Find apes to spoil the heck out of you! (But you guys out there already know this!)
Labels: ethel, health, Wally