The Dog and the Doc
 

Soon our fearless Dogster will undertake another harrowing tribal adventure--meeting with his medicine men to schedule necessary maintenance so he is again fit to tow boats on the Ganges and outrun pursuing villains. Let's send him off with our very best wishes!

>>>necessary maintenance so he is again fit to<<< ...

(fly with those sensational Singapore Girls!)

All the best 'd'; rapid recovery, indeed. Once 'healed', well, you know the programme : SQ with those Angels, and yes, late-night, in-room massage treatments with, well, even more Angels.

Here's to you, and that future 'TLC'...

macintosh (robert)


... gentle hostess, in your sarong, you care for me, as only you know how ...

Well, I can be glib or honest, Marija. I'll go for the latter. Bit nervous but resigned is how I feel. Tomorrow I find out what ails me and why my legs have given up. In this territory, anything is possible.Then I'll find out what comes next - and when. So I'm diverting till then.

I'm a bit of a sook where medical things are concerned so it's a very nice thing you've done. Kind of you to think of me. Let's wait and see.

Nothing can be as bad as what you have imagined. Good luck tomorrow, or is that today in Australia.

Nywoman's right, people's worries are almost always worse than the reality. Google is your friend. Practice defensive patienthood. Be ready with your info and your questions.

There are many people sending you good vibes.

Best wishes, doggie. I hope all goes well. Go to Bumrungrad for treatment if you need some. Those nurses will surely take great care of the dog!

Here's hoping you get good news. Don't hesitate --- absolutely don't hesitate -- to get a second opinion if you're not confident of the first. Ask lots of questions! As someone with weird medical problems who has bucked the system, I encourage you to meet this head on. I will not be an invalid and neither should you.

More good and hopeful wishes...

Good luck! Definitely spend some time on research and getting second (or third) opinions before letting anyone near you with a scalpel!

Bless you all. Still a waiting game - but I'm playing the soundtrack to 'Oklahoma' which, I confess, puts me in a very silly mood. Once I get the words to Google I'll be the most defensive patient in the Southern Hemisphere, Kathie. I too have learnt that information helps enormously... not that the research is particularly pleasant.

Your kind wishes are really heartwarming. Really. I'll just sit this waiting game out a bit longer. I'll go clean the bathroom. Divert.

'O-O-O-O-O-O-OKlahoma! Where the wind comes sweeping down the plains...'

Stiff upper lip, Doggie. Here's hoping you come back to us with your tail wagging.

Good luck, Dogster.

Keep diverting -

"Everything's up-to-date in Kansas City..."

Hi Doggie -just checked in to wish you well tomorrow and found all this love for you. You deserve it of course and I'll definitely be think of you tomorrow. Make sure to avoid snapping off the vets hand unless severely provoked. I'm sure they will do well and fix you up. You'll be back running with the greyhounds in no time.

With love
Mary

Our thoughts and prayers go with you dogster. Hope all goes well and you feel better soon.

Wow. lotsa love - thanks all. I can't respond as I'd like, right now.

Reserve your powder tho' - tomorrow is just the first diagnosis - then it's referral to the specialist, then whatever the rest turns out to be. Slowly, slowly, step by step. No bits of Dogster will be probed, intruded on or chopped off tomorrow. Information, that's all; which is, in its own devilish way - scarier.

Keep the music blaring. Try to take each day as they come - "There's a bright golden haze on the meadow..." Whatever the diagnosis, knowing can be half the battle. Wishing you the best.

Good thoughts being sent to you across the continents-be well.

Chok Dee Krub!

Well, I'm back, diagnosis and scans in my hot little hand. Without getting overly technical, my left leg is completely clogged-up. My right leg is 50-70% clogged. Which could be why I can't walk more than half a block.

I have rather a lot of words to Google: 'focal stenosis' and 'illiac artery', 'systolic velocity', 'occluded' and 'distal'. I draw strength from Mr. Google, medical science and the word 'stent'.

I draw strength from all of you, actually. This post has been an unexpected bonus in my tragic, house-bound, stupid, why-didn't-I-attend-to-this-months-ago life. Don't think I take it for granted.

So, of course, there will be another appointment next week, a specialist then a 'proceedure'... this is one of those wires down the leg deals. Stent. Not overly invasive, not grisly - not fun but not as scary as it might have been.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll still be on that Pandaw cruise late September. Maybe not, too. Frankly, right now, just being able to make it down to the shops will be fine by me.

Today: 'South Pacific'. Yes, yes, I know it should be the complete works of Stephen Sondheim, but there are times when you just need to hear something easy:

'There is nothin' like a da-a-a-ame, nothin' in the wo-o-o-rld...'

Well now you know whats up - thats positive as you're able to have it dealt with. If you don't make the Pandaw this time well at least you will be getting better and can go later.

Hope you have a friend on hand who will stand by to hold your paw and stroke your head a little. We'll all be doing that across the web - not quite the same as being on hand but then I don't think such an assorted bunch as comes here would really be welcomed by the hospital staff.

Keep singing.