We’re off to the vet this afternoon for the second time in less than a week. The good news (I suppose) is that it’s unrelated to the first trip. Mamie’s been shaking her head harder than any foot-stomping, mutinous toddler ever could. It seems to be her ear that’s bothering her, so we’ll be going before she gets a concussion from suddenly jumping up under a low table (like she did last night) and almost bashing her head on it.
Last week’s visit was more serious stuff. Our girl has always had a heart murmur, but there’s been no apparent impact up until now. However, my consultation with Dr. Google told me that her new dry coughing and dry heaves were likely to be heart related.
Off to the vet, where I gained a whole new perspective on Mamie.
Sure enough, X-rays revealed an enlarged heart and some fluid in her lungs, so now I’m wrapping teeeeny pill segments in cheese twice a day. She seems to be feeling much better, and I’m sure thinks this new windfall of cheese is pretty cool, too.
Oh, and the vet’s name? Dr. Barksdale. I kid you not. Talk about having a pre-ordained career path.