So I had a colonoscopy and gastroscopy, which were as much fun as they usually are (read: not much, but glad to have them over with) and I’m now on a very restricted, low FODMAP diet. What the heck is that, you ask!? FODMAPs are basically things that the gut doesn’t deal with well, so things like fruit sugars that ferment, beans, lactose malabsorption. Fun stuff. So I’m off all sorts of foods for 6 weeks, including all wheat, and on lactose free milk only, and have a huge list of things I can and can’t eat. The idea is then we gradually introduce a challenge food at a time and see how I react.
Anyway. Emmalumpdogg is enjoying herself. Although last week this happened
that was fun. Mostly though she is very good, although Big!Blue!Ball! Is not as solid as we thought, it has been punctured by the mighty teeth of Emma and she can now carry it around, which makes her very happy.
Mr Beloved continues to lose weight with his “Emmacise” program of early morning walks.
Not much else happening. This low FODMAP thing makes me tired!
Yes, we should probably change the name of the blog from “Caitymakes” to “Caity obsesses about Emmalumpdogg” but whatever.
The weather has been awful. Wet, windy, cold, miserable. Even though Mr Beloved has got a routine for washing Emmalumpdogg’s paws down to a fine art, it’s still a pain when it has to happen four or more times a day. The house smells of mud and wet towels.
This was the view from Mr Beloved’s phone camera at 6:10 this morning. Driving rain and wind, so much so that even sturdy Miss Emmalumpdogg wanted to cut the walk short.
These photos are from the other day, before the rain set in.
Emmalumpdogg got a new toy. I’d been looking at it for a while, but it was half price when we went to buy her food, so… It’s called a Jolly Ball, and it smells of blueberries! (Blueberries are one of Emzie’s favourite things.) She sings to it, but I can’t work out how to load the video ☹️ so you can hear that. If you press on the media player link you should hear her singing to the ball but be warned, Dorian Grey the Cockatiel is very loud in the recording!
Anyway, it’s a solid ball, but she’s already scratched it up and worked out how to carry it around, she’s a very toothy beastie.
(in fact as I was writing this we had an under-the-bed battle, where Em brought in a piece of forbidden stinky wood to chew, and had to be forced to give it up. But not before she bit Daddy’s foot. Oops. All is forgiven now, but her love of the wild tobacco tree offcuts is about to end for good… The rotten shrub is no more.)
In better news, the next door house has sold, although whether the new owners are renovating for themselves (oh pleeeeeease…) or for tenants (…) we don’t yet know. But Emmalumpdogg’s friend was back, and we now know that she is 11 months old, and they had a lovely time racing up and down the fence again in the rain for hours yesterday…photo is from a fortnight ago when it was nice and dry. It’s not that Emzie can’t socialise with other dogs, just that she needs to be unstressed about it. Going to the vet with her is still a problem, but having her play with one other dog seems to be fine.
So that’s about it this week… The usual round of doctors visits coming up, bleh. I’m sick of being sick.
Why yes, I AM! Mummy and Daddy took me in the car, and I cried and cried the whole 10 minute ride to the Vee Ee Tee, even though I love the people there, especially the new Vee Ee Tee lady who gave me lots of liver treats when she found out today was my first BIRTHDAY!
And then she took me on an adventure out to the back room to meet more hoomans, and have a manicure, which I looooove (seriously I do, I whine when Mummy and Daddy clip their nails).
BUT THEN the Vee Ee Tee lady was VERY RUDE to my bottom and the whole back room got a big smell of sardines, and the lady had to wipe my bottom a LOT with other pretty smelly stuff and ….
Well, I was told there would be pup cakes and party hats. NOT BOTTOM SQUEEZING AND SARDINE STINKIES!
(Tomorrow, sweetie, tomorrow there will be pup cakes and party hats. We promise.🎉🎂☺️)
Wednesday: saw podiatrist at the same practice as my magic physiotherapist.
TL:DR :(too long didn’t read): off the shelf orthotics were never ever going to work for me.
Lightbulbs! I now understand why I have such problems with my feet. They are totally wonky donkey but the right foot rolls out, while my left foot tends to roll in slightly but lifts off too soon, which causes pain on my big toe and in my calf and…. Yeah. I have a weird gait, worse when I’m tired. Needs fixing to help keep my pelvis stable, which is what Jas the magic physiotherapist has been helping with. All probably stems from when I broke my back and fibromyalgia doesn’t help.
So: custom orthotics. They scan your feet and make full length orthotics right there (takes about half an hour) that should last about 4 years. but once your feet are scanned, you can get extra orthotics made quickly, you don’t need re-scanning. I got a quote from the health fund and I can’t do it yet (the car is getting serviced and there will be a lot of rice and vege meals in our future) but it’s not out of reach (under $300 all up out of pocket).
(I am incredibly lucky to have health cover – without it I wouldn’t have access to these luxuries like physiotherapy and podiatrists and it makes a huge difference.)
Soooon, soooooon I might be walking better and not being woken up by foot pain in the night!
Of course, then I will be extra EXTRA diligent about making sure my shoes are lifted up and away from a certain ravenous beastie!
And don’t the kiddies just love it!Winter has arrived, and the rain and cold on the weekend did not deter Emmalumpdogg from wanting her dawn walk. It’s been sooooo cold, in fact, that with wind chill the temperature has been below zero – enough to get her Daddy into long trakkie daks, and that’s saying something!
Last Monday, this happened:
Her poor Daddy has also been very busy in the yard, reorganising and tidying. Whole plant tables have moved, and Plans have been Sketched.
(Just a small Time Team joke there, since any big job will inevitably result in this….)
No point even trying to wash the floor until the mud dries a bit more…those great big feet are designed to dig in. Even with a damp towel in the kitchen to rub the worst of it off, there is mud from one end of the house to the other….
I don’t often take photos of myself, but I did while I was waiting outside the supermarket while the wonderful Mr Belived did some shopping on Wednesday. (I’d just been to my psychologist appointment and was tired so I didn’t go in).
Restless flycatcher, spotted on one of Mr Beloved’s walks with Emmalumpdogg. The double barred finches think clever Mr Beloved’s bird feeder is the best dining spot in town! Rescued tortoise… Rainy morning, about 5 am, discovered by Emmalumpdogg. Poor tortoise had its neck stuck through fence but couldn’t walk any further of course, so Mr Beloved improvised rescue tools and released it down in a safe place by the creek. Emmalumpdogg decided she is a hooman and therefore would like to try drinking out of water glass, thank you!Mr and Mrs Superb Fairy Wren enjoy breakfast at the birdseed cafe.