A new god has come into our lives and home. Kai, a Tibetan Terrier like Bodhi of blessed memory, from the most kindly breeder, Wendyll Behrend of Kensington Kennels (http://kensingtontibetans.com) , Stowe, Vermont. And just in time for the days when Caito is not there for palling around.
The last two months have been a great time to unwillingly be reminded of the phrase associated with chronic illness: “sick and tired of being sick and tired.” Two months of one long UTI or of recurring ones equals 8 weeks of antibiotics and probiotics. And just when I think I’ve killed it, it began again. My doctor agreed at my request t0 try out a prophylactic antibiotic which, of course, has its serious up and down side, the downside being making the bacteria for which the medication has been effective more resistant!
Similar to when I had my lovely monthly dosing of steroids which were administered to tamp down inflammation to minimize immune responses which is the foundation of m.s., an autoimmune disease, but which had the unfortunate accompanying effect of lowering the immune system and then making me more vulnerable to infections which of course initiated a heightened immune system response. But I did love that weekend of steroid, going without sleep, clarity, and creative production. Of course Mondays I crashed, but it was worth it.
In any case, there were are on Father’s Day in the emergency room at 200 to get a CAT scan on the day of the strawberry moon rather than attending a wedding on the Cape. Of course I gave them a urine sample when we got there. At 600 two great pieces of information. The first to a dehydrated me, “oops, we spilled your sample,” and the second from the ER doctor, “if you were sent here to get a CAT scan, you go straight to radiology. If you’re here, we decide what you need.”
Aaaargh! and Waaaaaaaaaa!
In any case, thing moved along there as quickly as possible and we emerged from the hospital to a beautiful summer night of the solstice, full moon shining. And once again lessons in patience, living with uncertainty, and many others all of which Sheila carried off better than I.
As for Kai’s first day, mellow, playful with ball, duck, and stick. Ate well. At night, in crate crying until we covered three sides with towel, put on light classical, and slept until all of us awakened by birds. Next day rest with an around the block walk that he did magnificently followed by sleep. A wonderful pup!!