Wilma's Wednesday Words of Wisdom~ Early Edition, Because I Can

 

"Sometimes you gotta get your theater geek on if you wanna get a little extra me time"

Hi peeps! I know I've still been a little scarce around blogville, but it has been very time consuming baffling the humans with my random symptoms.

My theatrics did succeed in getting me two full days of me time with Mom. I got to go everywhere she went.

Yesterday, Mom had to go into work to do some paperwork. There were no students there, so I got to tag along. Mom wanted to keep me close by because I spent an hour and a half in the middle of the night before shifting around in the bed.

Here I am checking the chair height for compliance with OSHA guidelines.

A little hard on the butt.

I got to meet Mr Kinn. He said I could call him Manny.

I wasn't very impressed that there wasn't a proper dog resting place, but I made do.

After leaving the office, we stopped at Homey Dee's

I wasn't cool with being stuck in the carriage, so Mom had to let me down.

Next stop Petsmart.

Got me a nice new soft bed!

I was having such a great time hanging out with Mom yesterday, that I forgot to act like I was having any problems. So I made up for it last night. While we were hanging out, I stood up and let out a couple of big screams, and lurched forward. I got Mom to hold me gently for so long that she said her hand fell asleep. (By the way, you have to have real conviction to pull this off. I almost started to feel bad about how scared Mom and Dad were getting)

I checked Moms calender this morning and saw that Brigitte had her acupuncture appointment today with Dr Ericson. I really wanted to keep hanging out with Mom, so I put on another episode. What I didn't realise was that Mom had already switched it to be for me.

Here we are at my last visit.

 I decided to have another episode when Mom tried to lift up my bum like she did this morning, just so the Doc could see my stellar performance.

 Mom was telling Dr Ericson all about what has been happening with me, and as soon as she put her hands on me, she could feel something was wrong. My mid back was very tight, and my reflexes in my hind end were a little sluggish. with a little more assessment, and conversation about the intermittent nature of my screaming episodes, (I tried to tell them I was making audition tapes for Bad Girls Club, but they wouldn't listen) Dr. Ericson is pretty convinced I am having some "intervertabral degenerative disc disease". Some nonsense about this happening with aging sometimes. Ugh!

So, the plan for me right now is, start the anti-inflammatory meds again, add pepsid for my tummy, and muscle relaxers to get me over this hump.

I got a nice acupuncture treatment, and I felt a lot better right away.

Note from Mom:

Wilma likes to make light of her situation, but we really have been struggling with trying to figure out what has been going on with her.

When her Dad brought her into our regular vet last week, they had us give her a little metacam (anti-inflammatory) for a few days. Wilma seemed to feel a little better with that, but I stopped giving it on Sunday as they didn't want her on it long term, and so her symptoms weren't being masked. So it made sense that something musculoskelatal was going on as her discomfort resumed without the meds. As much as I don't want to see Wilma have any problems with her back, I am hoping this is the problem so that we can implement an appropriate treatment plan.

In the mean time, we will try and keep things light and fluffy, just the way she likes it. I know sometimes stuff happens with these dogs, and we appreciate the hell out of all of your support, but we need things to go back to something similar to normal around here.

I'm Back! At Least 95%

Yep, I'm feelin' pretty good. I'll tell you, you can't fart sideways around here without the humans having an all out panic attack. Literally.

I mean, I hate to say a cup of whippy, organic bakery dog treat and an extra treat from the barista gave me a gas bubble... No, really, I hate to say it, because I am afraid I will never enjoy the sweet delicious bliss of whippy across my mug again. I suppose the combo of these treats could maybe have possibly caused me a tiny bit of gastric distress, but I doubt enough to swear it off forever, right?!

And then there is the matter of my me time with Mom on Friday. I was having a great time throughout our adventure, but, I fear I may have to scale things back a bit. Any room in the bingo club for me Tuni & Pearl?

I don't know, I think I still have plenty of pep in my step, maybe a dose of Geritol would help.

Either way, I am sorry for giving everyone a scare. I honestly do not like to see that look in Mom and Dad's eyes. I was just feeling a little under the weather. So try not to worry about me.

I would love to tell you all about my me time now, if you don't mind.

It started out at my beloved Dr Erickson's office for a little adjustment.

Since I was feeling so good, she only gave me an adjustment and we skipped the acupuncture.

After my appointment we spied a tag sale sign. So we took a quick detour to check out the offerings.

Then we stopped at this great little bread bakery.

So tasty

Normally I have to lay low after my pins, so since we figured I should be able to handle some activity, we decided to stop at one of my favorite places White Memorial Conservation Center.

I am afraid that this may be where we began to err. It was such a beautiful day, and me and Mom were really enjoying spending time together, so we took a leisurely walk around the grounds.

There were so many photo ops, I really didn't have an opportunity to get tired, but we did cover a lot of ground.

We stopped for a drink, and Mom pulled out the special treat she got for me, and only me.

I really enjoyed it!

This rock was the perfect table for lunch.

After that, it was off to visit Nana.
First, a detour to Starbucks.

Please enjoy what could have been my last whippy treat. Had I only known, I would have demanded what remained in that cup!

Nana got a new computer. Time to fill it up with pictures of her number one grand pug!

So, that's it folks, From there, it was home, dinna, and snuggle time. I was tired for sure, but who knew what lay ahead?

I truly would like to sincerely thank each of you for sending good  juju and  healing vibes. I could feel them.
 A big thank you goes out to Dr Matz, who hung out with me all day Saturday. She took me out lots of times for walks. She even forgave me for pooping inside. So, I will let it slide how she fed that chick next to me without even sharing a morsel with me.
Also, thanks for taking care of the parents, they can be so dramatic at times!

Love, Wilma