I am going to enjoy life after 50 if it kills me!

A Slow Day for Old Women

Last week wore me out.  I don’t know if it was the flu shot I got on Monday, the migraine that lingered all week, or the ridiculousness of my work week.  Today has been a day of sleeping, web surfing, and more sleeping.

Except for the trip to the vet.  Old Ava, the wonder basset hound, had me outside with plastic bag in hand five times by ten this morning.  She wouldn’t touch her food, but made the most godawful gurgling, rumbly, gassy noises.  I made a call to my vets’ office and they told me to bring her in.  I love my vets.  She has a little bacterial infection, so she’s now on antibiotics and something to soothe her tummy.

As my dad said this morning, it’s hell to get old.



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