Blood Test & Doggie

The blood test results this Monday morning is 1.9, up a point from 1.8 . . . 2 weeks ago. Apparently I am not drinking enough pomegranate juice. But it's so expensive. I will try eating more fish and perhaps the dreaded word, exercise. The former is a reputed blood thinner, like pom juice. At least I am not going to the blood lab every week. There are 2 new bloodsuckers at the lab> Both Filipino and so new at the job that he dried the alcohol before sticking the needle in and then left the needle in while he was labeling the vial. Thankfully, I am a nice person. I am sure someone else will complain. I wonder where the other 2 ladies went. Perhaps they rotated to other labs.

Anyway the Coumadin Clinic has told me to change the dosage to 5 mg everyday. No more splitting up pills. It is a royal pain in the arse.

I also called the vet to schedule a bath and a haircut for the dog. This is what he is -- a Maltese.

All eleven pounds of needy love. He has to sit with me on the couch and sleep with me. (Though he's close to smelling a bit rank so he needs a bath with the vet. $20 for a bath and $25 for a medium haircut) I used to go to a cheaper groomer but the last time I did, he got an ear infection and it cost me $400 to cure him.  Unlike other besotted owners, he stays on the blanket that I put on top of my duvet. No sleeping on top of my bald head. We have bonded more since my sister died. We have no one but each other. (Well, my brother loves him but won't take him home with him and my dad doesn't really like petting him with his bare hands. But he sure feeds him.) The floor beneath our kitchen table is filthy with food stains and turkey sausage that he won't eat.

Wow, there's still only one view per day of my blog and I am pretty sure it's me.

So . . . we slog on . . . talking to ourselves . . .