Low FODMAP misery, but happy Emmalumpdogg.

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.

Ugh.

Anyway. Emmalumpdogg is enjoying herself. Although last week this happened image

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.image

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!

 

It makes her so happy…

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.

imageThis 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.

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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.image

So that’s about it this week… The usual round of doctors visits coming up, bleh. I’m sick of being sick.

wonky feet!

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! image

Of course, then I will be extra EXTRA diligent about making sure my shoes are lifted up and away from a certain ravenous beastie!

Mud, mud, glorious mud….

And don’t the kiddies just love it!imageimageimageWinter 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:image

Her poor Daddy has also been very busy in the yard, reorganising and tidying. Whole plant tables have moved, and Plans have been Sketched. image

(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….

Some days….

Under bed security camera...
Under bed security camera…

From @emmalumpdogg ‘s Twitter feed this morning… (I was busy nursing yet another/the same migraine…Daddy was walking Emmalumpdogg and discovering that a clean desk policy is no longer optional)

#ThingsEmmaMustNotDo, 129: They are “The Morning Cycling and Coffee Group”, not “Meals On Wheels”.

#ThingsEmmaMustNotDo, 128: Paper recycling is GOOD. Using my tummy to do it is NOT.

#ThingsEmmaMustNotDo, 127: Regardless of their promise of long-lasting energy, batteries are not to be eaten before Morning Walk.

Photos mostly from this week….

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).image

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Restless flycatcher, spotted on one of Mr Beloved’s walks with Emmalumpdogg.image The double barred finches think clever Mr Beloved’s bird feeder is the best dining spot in town!image image 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.image Emmalumpdogg decided she is a hooman and therefore would like to try drinking out of water glass, thank you!imageMr and Mrs Superb Fairy Wren enjoy breakfast at the birdseed cafe.

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!

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!