Happy Birthday, Rusty! I hope you're having a good day.
Highup, I'm sorry to hear about your brother's stroke. I was just thinking about strokes and how much they suck recently. My aunt Emily died of a stroke at 54. My father had at least one small stroke. My maternal grandmother had multiple strokes. Even my old dog (who is still alive) had a stroke so her face sags on one side and for a long time she had weakness on her left side.
And I recently read that the late Dick Enberg's son, Alexander, had a massive stroke at age 41 and was comatose. He had some bit roles on Star Trek: The Next Generation and Star Trek Voyager. I was wondering why he stopped doing voice work and then found the article about the stroke.
Here I go babbling again. LOL.
I took my dog to the vet (after much chasing her around bc she saw the leash and tried to run only she's too old to run so she just hobbled away from me as fast as she could). She's about 15-years-old so her back legs are weak. She did try to climb in to the truck once I got the leash on but I had to pick her up. She tried to escape at the vet's office (got out of her collar because it was too loose) and I had to chase after her and carry her in. She's lost a lot of weight. When she first had the stroke she weighed 90lbs. She's now 45lbs. She had bloodwork to check her thyroid levels and the vet said I can keep giving her the 0.5 dosage but to give it once per day instead of twice. If I give it twice it brings her levels up too high, but if I don't give her any she seems to feel miserable and lethargic.
Speaking of thyroid, the increased dosage seems to be helping me-- and I mentioned to the vet how I had to be given a higher dosage despite being in "normal" range and how I could empathize with the dog bc the hypothyroid just makes me so exhausted and I could see it was doing the same to the dog.
Before I went outside, I had to contend with the kitties in the front room. The little calico, Aminatu, is a very persistent and demanding kitty. I was holding her older sister, Hatshepsut, and the little bugger got jealous and climbed my leg.
Highup, I'm sorry to hear about your brother's stroke. I was just thinking about strokes and how much they suck recently. My aunt Emily died of a stroke at 54. My father had at least one small stroke. My maternal grandmother had multiple strokes. Even my old dog (who is still alive) had a stroke so her face sags on one side and for a long time she had weakness on her left side.
And I recently read that the late Dick Enberg's son, Alexander, had a massive stroke at age 41 and was comatose. He had some bit roles on Star Trek: The Next Generation and Star Trek Voyager. I was wondering why he stopped doing voice work and then found the article about the stroke.
Here I go babbling again. LOL.
I took my dog to the vet (after much chasing her around bc she saw the leash and tried to run only she's too old to run so she just hobbled away from me as fast as she could). She's about 15-years-old so her back legs are weak. She did try to climb in to the truck once I got the leash on but I had to pick her up. She tried to escape at the vet's office (got out of her collar because it was too loose) and I had to chase after her and carry her in. She's lost a lot of weight. When she first had the stroke she weighed 90lbs. She's now 45lbs. She had bloodwork to check her thyroid levels and the vet said I can keep giving her the 0.5 dosage but to give it once per day instead of twice. If I give it twice it brings her levels up too high, but if I don't give her any she seems to feel miserable and lethargic.
Speaking of thyroid, the increased dosage seems to be helping me-- and I mentioned to the vet how I had to be given a higher dosage despite being in "normal" range and how I could empathize with the dog bc the hypothyroid just makes me so exhausted and I could see it was doing the same to the dog.
Before I went outside, I had to contend with the kitties in the front room. The little calico, Aminatu, is a very persistent and demanding kitty. I was holding her older sister, Hatshepsut, and the little bugger got jealous and climbed my leg.