Irony is served in double scoops with sprinkles these days.
Nothing I heard from my doctor on Tuesday surprised me. I knew that I had gained an unseemly amount of weight the last few months. And I need to do something about it.
But I thought I was in much better shape than the poor almost-hobbled Professor Jiggs.
I took him into the vet last week. I try to hold off taking him in for another cortisone shot until he absolutely needs it. The vet has made clear that the shots are essentially hospice treatment -- and they will eventually have a toll on his liver and kidneys.
On this visit, the vet told me he had met with his partners to discuss whether the shots should continue or whether I should consider putting Jiggs down. He wanted to run a series of tests to see what effect one years' worth of cortisone has had on Jiggs's system.
I got the call on the results earlier this week. Other than some elevated values in his liver unrelated to the cortisone, all of his systems are operating well. He could go on for some time.
If I read the results of my diagnosis correctly, I could keel over tomorrow from a stroke. Jiggs, on the other hand, appears to be pulling a George Burns.
He tells me regularly that he is going to outlive me. He just may be correct.
Nothing I heard from my doctor on Tuesday surprised me. I knew that I had gained an unseemly amount of weight the last few months. And I need to do something about it.
But I thought I was in much better shape than the poor almost-hobbled Professor Jiggs.
I took him into the vet last week. I try to hold off taking him in for another cortisone shot until he absolutely needs it. The vet has made clear that the shots are essentially hospice treatment -- and they will eventually have a toll on his liver and kidneys.
On this visit, the vet told me he had met with his partners to discuss whether the shots should continue or whether I should consider putting Jiggs down. He wanted to run a series of tests to see what effect one years' worth of cortisone has had on Jiggs's system.
I got the call on the results earlier this week. Other than some elevated values in his liver unrelated to the cortisone, all of his systems are operating well. He could go on for some time.
If I read the results of my diagnosis correctly, I could keel over tomorrow from a stroke. Jiggs, on the other hand, appears to be pulling a George Burns.
He tells me regularly that he is going to outlive me. He just may be correct.
