OK, remember my pityparty??? No cake, no balloons…??? Well, I’ll tell you this much. Saturday I went on a bad ambulance call. I’m not really used to those, and I’ll leave it at that. Sunday I had chest pain. Monday I had light headedness (no, not because I am blonde). Tuesday I could NOT breathe. Wednesday I went to the doctor and was diagnosed with multiple PEs. That’s Pulmonary Embolisms… lots of ’em. Blood clots, folks. I was feeling crappy because I was doing crappy… And here I am on Friday, thankful to be here… Two days of tests and shots and pills and hospital sleep cycles *meaning little sleep* and I am doing so much better than that family on Saturday or another family early this morning… and to steal one of my best friends’ mantras **** LIFE IS GREAT!****
I had a not so great weekend. For many reasons I’ll refrain from sharing the details with you… I mean, sincerely, that I *can’t* share them. Take my word for it… Saturday basically sucked. Sunday was worse on a personal level. Monday, today, was better news, but I still felt yucky, weird, unusual, different, how many adjectives would you prefer? So, as I continued with my little ol’ pity party that I was having by myself… pity parties, I hate ’em, no balloons, no cake, no ice cream… I decided to UNhave my pity party! How you ask? By doing something with my dogs! My saviors, my friends. It’s dark, I still don’t feel *right*, so I go to my “AwesomeNewMacComputer” (you’ve got to say it all at once!) and looked at my recent photos. And here I found Miss Dally.
Dally taught me a few things. That my pity parties can always be rescued by my dogs. That independence can carry us through and should. That those who love us, truly love us, will always support us NO MATTER WHAT. Thanks, Dally Girl, you’re a good teacher. For those of you against anthropomorphizing animals… ppppllllll! Leave me and my psychological problems alone… I’m happy!
A vlog for those of you out there that don’t know… and I was a partner in crime with you until recently… is a video blog entry. I’ve been playing with my new computer, a 24″ Mac, (I know, I know, but I LOVE it!!!) and when I posted a video on YouTube the other day about Dally, I received many great compliments about it. But the only people that knew about it were my English Shepherd friends. Surprisingly… now get this… most English Shepherd owners don’t live in Wyoming or on a cattle ranch! Amazing. Doesn’t *everyone* live out in the boonies with 3 English Shepherds???? You mean people actually live in humongous cities and on Midwestern farms? I thought that was just made up in Hollywood!