Musings of an Old Man

Whatever this used to be about, it is now about my dying. I'll keep it up as long as I can and as much as I want to.

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Location: Columbus, Ohio, United States

I'm a 69 years old white, male, 6'1", 290 lbs., partially balding in the back. I was married for ten years and fathered two children, a daughter and a son. My current marriage (2nd) will celebrate its 39th anniversary November 4. The date will be in the news because it was the same day as the Iranian hostages were taken at the US Embassy in Tehran. (Obviously, I had a better day than they did.) I'm a Vietnam Veteran ('71-'72). I have worked as a Computer Programmer, Project Manager, Graduate Teaching Associate, Technical Writer, and Web Developer. I own, with my wife, a house and a dog.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Positive Health Report

I'm once again a living testament to the healing power of modern chemistry. I think this new medication is definitely managing my depression. I'm sleeping better, working better, even coping with difficulties better.

Sunday morning my wife woke me at 4:30 am. Our older dog, Cora, was in some distress. She had to go outside every hour, and had kept my wife up all night. She'd thrown up twice.

So, on short rest, I took Cora to the local emergency veterinary hospital. They checked her out and diagnosed her with hemorrhagic gastroenteritis; that is, a severely irritated digestive tract. They gave Cora some fluids and me some medicine and dietary instructions and sent us on our way three hours and $450 lighter.

By the evening, we were concerned because Cora was still bleeding, and she was leaking out of her butt. A call to the vet hospital led me to take her back in about seven that evening. Over the phone they said she would need to stay overnight for observation, further tests, and more fluids. However, it took three hours for them to actually admit her.

When I left at ten pm, I left another $200 lighter, without the dog, and dead tired.

Yet, I was able to get a decent night's sleep and go to work and be effective the next day. Tuesday night, I didn't sleep well because the younger, boy, dog Sebastian--whose pet I am--decided to sleep with me all night. I was up three times in that night to go to the bathroom; that's a clear indication that I'm not sleeping well. Yet again Tuesday I was able to work effectively. I got a good night's sleep last night, and I feel like I'm firing on all cylinders.

My wife brought Cora home Monday morning. She is recovering slowly. By last night she seemed to be feeling much better. She doesn't much care for the bland diet she has to eat for awhile, but she eats it with gusto.

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