Oh hell...

So, Lulu's allergy shots aren't going so well. 

She started last Wednesday, and has a shot every other day.  After the second dose (Friday), she started having an increase in her welts and redness.  I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, and they seemed normal again on Saturday.  The next dose was Sunday, and today the reaction is quite significant.  One call to the vet, and we're off shots for 7 days, then to start a new schedule next week.  Great.  Poor little dog is losing hair, getting lumpy, and is going to look a hot mess on her birthday in a few weeks.

True story.

I have an African-American patient.  Old, demented, hilarious.  Tells me all kinds of crazy shit, and usually tells me at least twice each time I go. 

Today she says, "Would you believe my grandfather was a VERY rich white man?  It's true.  We had a HUGE house, just like white folk had."

Love her.

Finally!

WE HAVE SNOW!!!!

And Lulu loves it!

I don't write anymore.

No, not just here.  I just don't write anymore.  I don't write at work, I type.  I type on facebook.  I type, I type, I type.  But I don't write.

I used to write letters to my Gram.  Lots of letters.  I love the feeling of pen on paper.  And I love pens.  I am more than mildly obsessed with them.  I've tried to journal in the past, but it's no good.  Those are just letters to me.

I need to feel pen on paper again.

So, who wants to guess how much allergy testing for a dog costs?  Ummmmm, nope, more than that.  Nope, still more.  Nope.  Oh well, I'm not telling, but you get my drift, right?  Poor Lulu.  Hopefully between finding out what she's allergic to, and adding a supplement to balance out her zinc and fatty acids, she'll be feeling better soon.  Having a spotty dog is one thing, but a pink spotted dog is totally different.

And here I sit, in my bathrobe, snuggling with the pets and watching the birds on the porch.  It's a rainy Sunday, and I feel like napping all day.  Maybe I will.