The continuing adventures of Emmalumpdogg

I’ve had a three day migraine (so far) so poor Mr Beloved has been carrying the burden (again).

Tuesday was International Tiara Day, and we all played. ( why May 24? Queen Victoria ‘s birthday, apparently. There ya go.)

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Then, just to show she’s not all sweetness and light, Emmalumpdogg demonstrated  that she has hackles even on her tail!image

Another owie…

Oh Emmalumpdogg! What happened this time?

Bandaged foot
Bandaged foot

I was playing zoomies in the Emmadrome, Mummy, and something made an owie on top of my foot! And I had to go to the vet and he shaved it and put sting-y spray on it and this funny bandage and now I have to walk funny!

Well, Emmalumpdogg, life is never boring with you around. The vet said it was a little slice cut on the knuckle of the toe, and the bandage needs to stay on a minimum of two days, the closer we can get to ten days the better.

He also said you’re so close to grown up, we should start to only feed you once a day, and this will be your last bag of puppy kibble. Well, you are nearly 11 months old now.

The misery!
The misery!

At least you’ve been cleared to keep taking Daddy for early morning walks,  so long as you try and keep your bandage dry.

Oh Emmalumpdogg!

Still no sewing, but….

This was meant to post last week but we have been having LOTS of technical issues, grrrrrr.

Today (this would have been Tuesday 10th)I did get out to Spotlight, and had a lovely browse while Mr Beloved was off looking at plants at the nearby hardware shop. Didn’t know before I got out there that today was the last day of a four day sale of

40% off all fabric…and I’d previously eyed off this “almost Liberty of L0nd0n” lawn (so pretty!) and at that price?  Japanese printed, beautiful hand, down to $10.19 per metre? I would have bought more if I could, but I had a quick look at a blouse pattern and figured two metres should see me right for most things. (I also checked my current measurements against the pattern books and discovered that I most likely have multi-size patterns in my collection that I can use, bought when I was after the bigger end of the range, now I can use the slightly smaller. Some classic styles don’t need new patterns, yay!)

I actually went out there to buy the Simplicity pattern (1578) to make Emmalumpdogg a few clothes…she feels the cold already, and we’re supposed to be headed for a cold front, with predicted temperatures as low as minus four (C).

She seems to approve… Or at least want to interfere….

I haven’t done any sewing because I’ve been having tummy troubles again. Having an ultrasound on Thursday, then back to the Doctor. Hopefully it’s just gall bladder and they can get it sorted out, but I am right sick of it.image imageOh, I did buy one other pattern – Mum mentioned that Style Arc patterns were having a Mother’s Day sale on their Etsy shop, so I grabbed the Tania Tabard. I actually prefer the PDF patterns at the moment since I can blend the sizes, although the printing out and sticking together is a pain. Swings and roundabouts.

Emmalumpdogg the international fashion icon, and Caity gets new spectacles

So we had an exciting mail day here during the week. I listen to a podcast made in LA called “Can I Pet Your Dog?” And there’s a Facebook group full of lovely friendly people who also listen, some of whom I chat to regularly online. And our little Emmalumpdogg’s photos and exploits get shared often.

One of those friends, Fiona, has started an Etsy business K9 Kerchiefs, and another friend, Stacy in Texas, secretly commissioned a present for Emmalumpdogg. And she just loves it!imageThe bandana is beautifully made, fastens with a snap, and is reversible!image(Our eyes look weird in this photo, it’s just a trick of the light)

Emmalumpdogg was so happy to have her little bandana, and she cried when I told her she wasn’t allowed to go outside and play in it! Kept pawing at it and begging to have it put back on, please! Even her Daddy agreed that she looked very cute. And this from someone who had previously expressed the opinion that bandanas on dogs were stupid, harrrrumph.imageMeanwhile, I FINALLY got my new seeing (distance) glasses. But I have to go back to the store tomorrow because of course they need adjusting, they hurt behind my ear. But at least I can SEE through this pair, only took two eye tests, multiple trips to the store for glasses that had to be remade that they’d then LOST, etc etc..

This will be my last set of separate seeing and reading glasses. I am wearing both pairs on strings, and before my new seeing pair arrived at one point I got so frustrated I did this:imageit’s a look, right? Arrrrgh! Time to admit that I can no longer read and watch the tv at once, at least, not without changing spectacles. So even though I’ve used up my health fund allocation for this year, I’m going to investigate just how much bifocals (or whatever they call them these days) cost, and save up, because it’s just too ridiculous. If I’d known how different my prescription was before this new glasses shenanigans had started, I would have gone with a single pair then. As it is, separate readers are useful for sewing and reading, so it’s not a total loss. But I don’t think I’ll be getting any more glasses from Sp3csavers, they have just messed me around too much!

Still no sewing. Hoping my Big Pfaffie might be serviced this week. And that I might get into the fabric stash to see if I have any better fabric for that dress… And the sewing room still needs work. So lots to do.

I had my flu shot on Thursday, after meeting with the nurse and my GP to get my allied health plans signed. (3 physiotherapy appointments, 1 podiatrist, 1 dietitian). Pretty sure that as usual, I picked up some sort of head cold in the waiting room.. Sniffles and headaches. Rotten germ factories, those waiting rooms! Mr Beloved gets his flu shot up at the pharmacy tomorrow, since I asked the GP to write him a script (he sensibly waits in the car away from the germs).

Onwards!

Afternoon zoomies at the Emmadrome

image Life moves pretty fast when you’re Emmalumpdogg and it’s afternoon zoomie time. She was ready to run again after a drink and a five minute break. Ahhh, that Koolie energy! If we could only bottle it (and drink it to keep up!)image image image

Wednesday was a very loooooooong day.

Warning:epic post!image
Yesterday was a loooooooooong day. Not just for me, but for poor Mr Beloved – since I’m still not allowed to drive (stupid fainting thing!) he has to play chauffeur. He is the world’s most patient man.

First stop: J, the magic physiotherapist. Oh, I love her! 45 minutes of bliss. Things are definitely improving each time I see her, and even though I could do my exercises more (I try, I try!) my pelvis is more stable, I can bend forward and backwards with less pain, and this time she worked on my thoracic spine because my neck was locked up. Within my fibromyalgia limits, as always. But by the end of the session, I could turn my head so far I felt like an owl! Wonderful!

Rush off to the optometrist. Because the day before I’d been in to collect my two new pairs of spectacles – red for reading and sewing, black for everyday distance vision. This was after my second eye test and both pairs of glasses having to be remade because they got them completely WRONG the first time: the height was wrong, the curve was wrong, when I put them on everything was distorted and I just felt dizzy and seasick. They spent 45 minutes fussing with the frames, putting “tilt” on the frames, adjusting them. Made no bloody difference. Ugh. They tried to tell me that I would “adjust”, that I should “try them out for a few days”…. Uh, no. YOU got them wrong. And I was made to feel like the staffer having to fill out the paperwork ( paper? In 2016?!) was doing so under sufferance. Not happy.

Anyway, on Tuesday I collected my red readers. Small adjustment to the earpiece and voila.. Good to go. New prescription had been made correctly. BUT…. Black everyday glasses? Exactly the same wrongness as last time. Peripheral vision distorted, direct vision at wrong height, a complete mess. Useless. Unacceptable. I leave the store, unhappy, and silly young assistant promises to get in touch.

Which she does, half an hour later, when we’ve been to the grocery store, asking if I’m still in the mall, and would I like to come back in and try to get the glasses adjusted now? No, I tell her, I would not. Oh. Would I like to come in tomorrow then, and try for an adjustment and maybe another eye test if that’s what’s needed? Fine, I say through gritted teeth, and look at my calendar, and book in the appointment, in between the two I already have for Wednesday. Grrrrrrrrrr.

Which is why I’m at the optometrist yesterday, hoping to collect my black everyday glasses. But guess what? After keeping us waiting 20 minutes past our appointment time (grrrrrr) the bloke….

CAN’T FIND THE GLASSES. Which young assistant had just the day before. He goes to look for them. He gets other people to look. I helpfully tell him the name of young assistant, since they don’t have a decent audit trail. He calls her back to the store from lunch. She looks.

I am saying things like I’ve been a customer here for at least seven years, I’ve never had this sort if trouble before, this is very stressful and wasting my time, I’m really considering not coming back once this is resolved, blah blah blah. Shoulda gone to Specs$vers? Hmmm… Not so much….

In the meantime, he checks my new readers, adjusts my old ones, which Emmalumpdogg keeps jumping on and bending the nosepieces (new readers have no bendy nosepieces. For that reason.)

New glasses are lost. Vanished. Unfindable. Stupid young assistant has actually done me a favour, because rather than having the same mucked about frames used again, bloke has authorised new glasses altogether.

All that took over an hour.

We have time to get home briefly to check on Emmalumpdogg before the next appointment. Specialist dentist. He’s the owner of the practice and you only get to see him if your dentist refers you up. I have TMJ (temporomandibular joint) issues, have had ever since my first husband, 💪exacerbated by my tendency to tense my jaw when stressed and grind my teeth at night sometimes. (Gosh, what could have stressed me out that day! 😂)

Well! He is the chattiest the dentist I have ever met! We establish cultural credentials (everything from Shakespeare to MotoGP!) and somehow spend 90 minutes, of which maybe 10 are about the problem, with about 2 taken up with an actual poking around exam. Which hurt, and established beyond any doubt in his mind that I need a further consult with an oral and maxillofacial surgeon, with the possibility of botox(!) injections to ease the problem. Who knew, eh? Said surgeon is down the big hill in Ipswich, so that will be an interesting trip.

So. Up to the pharmacy to refill my antibiotics script, since everything is closed today because it’s a public holiday (Show day! Whoopee!) and finally, home. Emmalumpdogg demanded her afternoon happy stick chewing time, poor Mr Beloved collapsed onto the bed to rest his aching back.

Loooooonnnnnnnng day.

Oh, and my new black glasses? Due on the 15th. We shall see. I can’t wait to get the feedback form in the email, cos I’m gonna let ‘er rip. 👿

Back from the vet…

Yep, the ribbon was definitely in the dog!😜 One $140 bill later ($70 for the consult, $70 for the apomorphine) and Miss Emmalumpdogg Barf Breath was released into our custody!

Tracking interesting smells at the vets
Tracking interesting smells at the vets

 

Oh well, she got her stitches from her previous misadventure out, so that’s a trip saved. One Greenie toothbrush chew later (her breath was baaaaaaaaaaad!) and some more supervised stick chewing happy time outside and she has now gone under the bed to sleep.image

Enjoy it while you can, Emmalumpdogg dear, Daddy has Plans to stop you from going under there to do your Evil Deeds.

And off to the vet, again…

Emmalumpdogg is a the vet, being made throw up. And it’s not even because she chewed up the inner sole of one of my slippers, oh no, she spat that out, under the bed, nom nom nom.

It’s because she somehow, after happily wearing her t-shirts with ribbons tied at the neck and tail for 10 damn days, decided to eat the neck ribbon of her shirt this morning. 18 inches of polyester ribbon. Might pass through. Might tangle in her guts. So vomit it is.

DAMMIT EMMALUMPDOGG!image

Of sewing, cabbages, and silly Emmalumpdogg things.

So I bought a dress pattern for the first time in years… The Eva dress pattern from Tessuti. It’s one you download and either print at home and stick lots of sheets together, or take to somewhere like Officeworks who do plan printing . I’m trying the “at home” method first (cheaper, and Mum has used it successfully with Style Arc patterns.)Tessuti "Eva" dress

We went to Spotlight yesterday and bought fabric, but I think I bought the wrong thing 😕 It’s a lightweight denim, and after one go through the washing machine, it feels a little stiff. Online friends have suggested a vinegar rinse, so I’ll try that… It was 30% off, so even if I don’t use it for this project, it’s certainly 3 metres of very usable fabric for something else at a good price. The Black and white threads were 40% off, so I saved $8 each, only $11.95 per spool! And the panda tape measure replaces my treasured little woolly sheep that I  foolishly left within reach of Emmalumpdogg on her first day here.image

I haven’t cleared the sewing machine area yet, or got my sewing tools out, but one step at a time… Especially since I’m dealing with bloody mastitis again. Yep, last June I first found out that any boob can get mastitis, and now here I go again. I went straight to the doctor and got antibiotics, and I’m to call up in two days to check I’m on the right antibiotic for the bug I’ve got. Any sign of this turning into an abcess again and you bet I’ll be knocking on the doctor’s door first thing, I’m not doing that again! *shudder* First person to mention cabbage leaves as helpful gets a cabbage inserted. Sidewards. There are many things cabbages are great for, I am sure, but treating mastitis is NOT one of them! (I have no sense of humour about this, do I?!)image

Meanwhile, Miss Emmalumpdogg enjoyed her late afternoon supervised stick chewing. It’s her second favourite time of day. (Her favourite time of day is her super early morning-well, sometimes they’re middle of the night- tracking treks with Daddy.)image

Hmmm, could we have another trainee flautist in the family? Maybe a less toothy embouchure would  help?!image

 

Emmalumpdogg wears clothes! And Caity goes to the physio and the dentist.

Pillow pupSo my online dog group friends wisely suggested that we try dressing Emmalumpdogg in a kid’s t-shirt instead of the Cone Of Shame. And so far, it’s working! We have some issues with fit, (nothing than rolling up sleeves and maybe a quick spin with the sewing machine won’t fix) but she hasn’t attempted to pick at her stitches at all (fingers crossed!)

This is her favourite spot – if I get up at night, I can pretty much count on The Joker here to have taken over my pillow. Normally I just say “oh goody, a dog pillow, I’ll just lie down here then!” And lie on top of her, then she wriggles out and lies on top of me, and eventually we settle again, but I’m being careful of her stitches at the moment, and I have to lure her away instead. imageAnd here she is, showing the latest in afternoon wear. Her new walking harness arrived today, and this photo was her first tryout, so it’s not properly adjusted yet. But it’s very comfortable and has a front leash attachment point, so if she tries to pull on the leash, all she does is turn herself around – tricky! She was very disappointed when I took it off after four hours, I think she thinks it’s her superhero cape! The whole harness is made of reflective material and the piping around the edges is even brighter reflective stuff. The whole thing slips over her head and does up with two clips, and is padded really well. The big test will be tomorrow’s sparrowfart roadwork with Daddy…. imageMeanwhile, I’m no Rita Hayworth, but my wonderful physiotherapist, J, has worked her magic again…today, more gentle massage that released some of the very deep muscle tightness in my back, some some hip flexor stretching that was quite painful initially but seems to have freed up another stuck bit of the puzzle. I have two exercises to start doing, which seem like very small movements, but which are designed to work core support muscle groups … This is exactly what I need, not some full on, mad gym weights insanity, but this – understanding and gentle progress. After all these years and after seeing so many bad physios it’s such a relief to be heard.

Oh, and I went back to the dentist again, too. Managed to actually get to the clean and polish this time (last week we spent the whole appointment time just getting through the check up and two X-rays). But now I have to go back again and see my dentist’s boss for a consult about my TMJ (temporomandibular joint) issues.  Apparently the boss is more in favour of physio treatment (I’ll try that… With the right physio!) than expensive night splints to treat the problem. (I think if I’m in less pain overall, and especially not waking up in pain at night, the jaw clenching/ grinding might settle again anyway).

AND I got a call from my cardiologist today saying that he hadn’t forgotten he’d promised to organise more tests for me, but the person in charge of the technology had been away, and would be in touch with me soon… Bring on the dreaded tilt table test! (yep, just what it sounds like.. Let’s see if we can make Caity faint if we turn her at weird angles. Given I can just about prove this by trying to get Emmalumpdogg’s toys out from under the lounge, this ought to be fun, in a very not fun sort of way.)