Surely Hades was never this hot and soggy! 😀
Ruby is guzzling water (again!), panting, choking, gasping for breath. The human is hurting, hurting, and hurting some more: this peripheral neuropathy is no joke.
But at least we got our morning perambulation… And ohhh my! Lest you ever feel sorry for yourself, all you have to do to perk up is to look around at other people.
This morning we passed a crew of laborers working on the renovation of a large house in Lower Richistan. Yeah: in the heat. In the humidity. Dear lord! What a job! Hard physical work in absolutely ghastly weather.
At times like this, (un)Lovely Phoenix reminds me of Ras Tanura, the American outpost where we spent ten years next to the Persian Gulf while my father worked for Aramco. Just about the most gawdawful place to live on the planet! Hot, wet, miserable…and hostile to Americans.
My mother’s health was ruined out there — she came down with amoebic dysentery — and I was sick all the time.
Most of my “sick” was play-acting, a strategy to keep me out of the damned school and away from the horrid little brats who inhabited it. If you were “different” in any way (I was a girl who wanted not to grow up wearing ribbons and frills but to work as an astrophysicist), you were tormented, tormented, and tormented some more. So I was constantly trying to persuade my mother that I was too sick to go to school. About half the time, she fell for it.
And well she might have, since she was sick at least half the time; probably more.
Ohhh gawd! There goes the dawg again: choke choke choke CHOKE GAAAG! Got to get her to a vet…but how to do that without a car beats me.
My son, despite having made off with my car (he thinks I’m too old to be driving!), cannot take time away from his job to schlep me to stores and the dog to veterinary hospitals. So exactly what I’m supposed to do here, isolated in (un)lovely North Phoenix, escapes me. Even though a doctor has said there’s no reason why I shouldn’t be driving, Dear Son is determined to keep me out from behind a steering wheel.
This, I assume, results from what he’s seen in his job as an insurance adjustor. You can bet he’s shuffled his way through some horrific car wrecks. And yes: it’s undoubtedly true that elder drivers with slower reflexes and weaker vision are more vulnerable to accidents than are the Young and the Alert. Surely, though, there ought to be some way to test you to see whether you’re safe to be driving. My own doctor says there’s no reason I shouldn’t be driving…but the kid ain’t listening to him.
At any rate: the result is that I’m stuck here in the house and can’t even take my poor sick little dog to a vet.
There are mobile veterinarians who make house calls. Valetvet.com is one, but I’m sure there are others around you as well.
Its better and less stressful for the pet not to have to go to the vet office.
Thank you! I’ll try to find them!!
OMG!!!!! Have you looked at the PRICES for mobile vets??? Sixty to a hundred and fifty bucks, “depending on your distance and location.”
Forget that, White Folks!! I can hire an Uber to drive me to the vet down the street for a tiny fraction of that. Or pick her up and carry her to the vet’s office.
Still cheaper than maintaining a car. Personally I’d pay $60 to not have to wrestle my dog into an Uber, or give myself heat stroke.