Drunk Again

It is a few minutes into Saturday morning and I can tell you that Friday was a busy one for us.
Started earlier in the week when POO went in for his rabis shot. He was still overweight--I have started defending his weight issue by saying, "Ah, that's just his jewelry and extra fluff.". He now will sport 10 vaccination tags. So he struts his stuff with a jingle-jangle.
I got a bottle of medicine for his gum problem. We started the eye dropper thing again.
And we are still working on his red tear stains. We also made an appointment for him to have his teeth cleaned on Friday.

And here is how our Friday went:
I make it out of bed and get myself together long enough to run POO to his clinic.
Get back and have my morning coffee.
Make sure that I have taken my meds, including the extra stuff I need for my stomach every few weeks.
Sit at my PC and read the news and mess around.

Start collecting things to wear. Found my "good" sneakers. Had to actually open my special drawer to find a bra. Got a new disposable undie from the package. Couldn't find any clean socks in the dryer and didn't think of looking on the wide sock shelf of that closet--when I got home I discovered one unopened pack of 6 pair and another new pair. Don't remember when I bought them. ( I'm a wash and wear here at home--just can't see the effort of folding ).

My only pantie hose were white and I was in a dark mood so decided to go bare legged but I added a long legged black pantie girdle for something "underneath".
Then I open the double doors of the closet that has clothes I deem worthy of putting on hangers. I have an array of beautiful dressy things in several sizes and lovely colors for every season and fabrics that feel good to the touch. I have been given every one of them but two dresses I bought in 1981. For some reason I do not understand, women give me the most beautiful clothes. I only wear one of the dresses I got in 1981. If it is too loose, I need to gain weight. If it is too snug, I need to lose some weight. Besides I feel good wearing it. I like the fabric and everything about the style except for it's 3/4 length sleeves.
I like the silky tone on tone embroidered blouse in white but don't want to go with skirt and blouse. I spy an understated black with tiny white dots silky dress that buttons to the collar which has long sleeves and mock French cuffs.

Get my Hair pulled to the nape of my neck and tied tight and look around until I find my black fru-fru thing that is hiding on my PC desk between the hammer and flashlight and finish my hair. ( It stays there when I'm home )

With hair done I slip dress on and notice the belt is not long enough. Humm. Discard the belt because the dress doesn't need it. Besides, I don't like belts. Then I start with the buttons and remember why I wear my favorite dress. It does not have any buttons.
I get the cuffs first. Then I have to struggle with the buttons from the waist up. At the neck is a tiny snap and a hoop for the button at the throat. So much tedious work getting the buttons done and when I smooth the front of the dress and look in the mirror I realize that the damned things are hidden and all of that work was to not disturb the tiny white dot pattern. It worked. Looked good. With my hair pulled back and that severe dress I probable looked stern and somebody not to be messed with. Would have been better if I could have worn my black or white pumps but my crippled feet are not capable of that yet. I keep praying about them. When I get in my car and notice the dress if sunlight I discover it is dark navy blue.

I have some time to kill so I stop in at a local family eatery and start by requesting a spoon to eat my meal and a word with the manager. Bet you can guess where this is going.
I get the hamburger steak with speckled butterbeans, collards and beets. Yes, I wanted the onion and mushroom gravy. Unsweetened tea.
The way to judge if a family owned eatery is going to have good food is by it's bread.
If their homemade bread is good then the other things will reflect the same consideration. These yeast rolls were not mile high. They were just high enough and nearly 4" square. Very good. Somebody cares about the food here!!
Eventually I got the spoon I needed and the manager came by. I explained my Handicapped American with a Canine Assistant desire to come there and asked if there would be any problem. Not a problem for her. She would mention it to the owner.
I thanked her for her time, hunted up my waitress and handed her my tab with a specially folded bill and gave her a hug and left.

One nice thing about being late for my doctor's appointment was that I didn't have to wait long. Got to know the new nurse. Liked her. Miss the one who retired.
I scared myself when the nurse mentioned my weight at 139+. Put my doctor in a good mood. We had a good visit but thing are hinkey with my lab test and I will have to go back more often until we can get a grip of my problems.
I get an appointment with another specialist and, "No problem about having the dog with me.".
Then I wander down to the lab and, because POO is not with me, I cry a little.

Then I'm off to get POO. Traffic is bad and gets worse because a police car needs to get through and we drivers are making a hole here and there as best we can. Wouldn't you know, one block after I turn into my Vet's parking lot I see the police car stopped.
I'm early but that is fine by me as there is a new cat in the house. This is the biggest long haired yellow cat I have ever seen. He is a good cat. He is huge. I ask to play with him. He lets me scratch behind his ears a little but I smell like POO and he prefers to avoid POO.
Eventually POO is brought out. He is totally zonked. He can walk, he doesn't seem to care where. I pay his tab and eventually get him in the car. He passes out. Wakes up when we get home and makes it to the door on his own after falling a couple of times.
When we get inside he has enough presence of mind to present himself to me to have his harness removed.
I take my afternoon meds and sip some milk as I start this familiar vigil of waiting and helping him until he is alert. About 6PM we take a nap. This time he chooses his lower bunk which is an 8" thick fold out bed/chair up against my bed. I scoot over to his side of my bed and lay my head on the edge so I can watch over him. I reach down and rub his back now and then. I dosed off for a little while and when I checked on him I noticed he had moved closed to me. I got up, drank some milk and went back to lay on his side of the bed. He would respond when I rubbed him. I slept again and during that time he moved around and ended up laying right under my face. I got up in time for my 11PM meds and he got up with me. Unsteady, but definitely awake.
I think he had another tooth pulled and thought he would not feel like food so I put a cup and a half of puppy biscuits on a plate by his water bowl. He fooled me. I put a cushion beside his rocker and he started going to the kitchen and getting a biscuit and bringing it back to the cushion to eat. This went on and on for over an hour and during that time he drank half the water in his bowl. He got full, went to his papers and has gone to bed in his quarters. He is still walking stiff legged and he looks rough.
I'm not going to get him up for the eye dropper.
Well, I spoke too soon. I will not do the eye dropper meds for his mouth but he is up again and gotten a special good cookie with a pill hidden inside and he is working on the puppy biscuits again. The more he moves around and eats and drinks and eliminates tonight will help him feel better tomorrow. He still rocks back and forth when he stands still.
Maby he will sober up in the morning.
And folks, I'm tired.
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