No more trips for Mamie and me up to the mailbox, or anywhere else for that matter in the near future. This is now a house of rehabilitation and pre-dental care.
Mamie’s now home with neck gear reminiscent of the glory days of SNL. Her surgery went well (aside from an unfortunate tendency of the staff at the vet's to call her Mammy), but there are several days of recovery ahead of us, so no more power walks through the center of town, and at least for today not even a gentle stroll around the back yard.
And even though her only current interest is snoozing in her bed, every time I leave the room she staggers up, bumping unhappily into furniture with her head gear, trying to find me. So no golf or much else fun for me this week; I’m in for the next couple of days. Even zipping out to run an errand or two may be problematic since when she can’t find me, the barking and howling commence. When she’s more on the mend we’ll need to start up a full-throttle anti-separation anxiety campaign.
My other focus is on meals of all things soft. My guy has a tooth teetering on the brink – he lost a filling a day ago, but managed to get a quick dental appointment. There he was told the tooth was cracked beyond repair and had to come out so he’s booked with an oral surgeon for Thursday, after which I’ll have another post-op. We're hoping to make it through the next 24 hours with the remaining bits intact and the nerve quiet.
Monday night: homemade chicken noodle soup
Tuesday: Coq au Vin and mashed potatoes
Tonight : Gruel?
Hopefully my newest patient won’t arrive home wearing a giant cone.