The work is done.
And what a thankless, dirty, rain soaked and exhausting week it has been. But it’s been a good earner and it’s over.
My father and the dog are both home now.
She has a bad case of pancreatitis, most likely due to her being a few kilos overweight. It basically causes pain, diarrhoea and vomiting and puts them off food and drink.
With our old lady (she’s not old but acts like a grumpy grandma) All of the sympoms hit together in the space of a few hours.
Dogs are at higher risk of suffering from pancreatitis if:
- They’re overweight
- They’re unwell
- They’ve recently had surgery
- They’ve recently eaten some high fat foods (e.g. pork, cheese, butter).
Thanks to the PDSA for that. Worth keeping an eye on your doggos.
But she’s home and my mother is giving us very regular updates. She’s quiet and out of sorts but eating again which is good. The old man is going to struggle to change gears and keep her to a proper diet.
Which he can’t even do for himself. He’s now been told that his weight is a major factor in his hypertension and that he needs to take it easy.
This morning he went out twice for several hours, once to visit a friend – a heavy smoker – and again to get the dog from the vets, which I could have done.
He’s pretty much made the choice to get on with the things he likes – he’s well aware that he needs to rest or he won’t improve, but is carrying on regardless.
So be it.
I’ve been talking to my mother, trying to emphasise that she needs to understand that he’s made a conscious, informed choice to do these things and he will have to face the consequences.
She understands this, but I think it’s hard for her to see him effectively choosing to die sooner.
He’s going to Wales tomorrow, a drive of about 70 miles to watch some fox hounds chase scents. It’s what he’s always done and her saying “it’s his life” is quite telling. He would rather go out and do that than spend time inside, recover and be able to spend more time with his grandchild.
There’s nothing nice I can say about that, so I’ll leave it there.
It occurred to me that some of you (some people like the things that I write occasionally) might be interested in what I mean by COPD, so you can check this link to find out more.
He’s had every treatment and therapy that he’s allowed medically and won’t make adjustments to his lifestyle, so our options are quite limited.
As for me, I’m ok, just tied from this week. I’m going to have a big lie in tomorrow.