It is not Al Gore's ozone hole. But there has been a hole at Casa Algodón while the good Professor Jiggs was recuperating in Manzanillo.
And from his bill, I assume he was putting room service to liberal use.
I will cut to the chase. Everyone wants to know if Jiggs's hard tumor is cancer or not. It looks as if it is not.
But that does not take Jiggs out of the woods and put him in a pool cabana. The fatty tumors are pushing one hip out of alignment.
The veterinarian wants Jiggs to drop a few pounds to see if the tumors can be reduced in size. (Jiggs will now join me in dieting.) We go back to Manzanillo in two weeks (15 days for those of you who live north of the border).
Right now, everything is fine. Jiggs is supposed to take walks. Tonight, he just did not want to go. I can see what is about to happen. He walks for the veterinarian. For me, he is simply going to be spoiled.
That is the good news for the day.
Before I left for Manzanillo, I decided to see my doctor to establish a baseline for my blood pressure and blood sugar. I was positive that my blood pressure would be well within normal limits. After all, it was almost normal when I left Salem -- before I lost those pesky 30 pounds.
My doctor was surprised at the first reading. She took a second. The readings were elevated -- to the extent that it looked as if I had not been taking my medication. I had.
She scheduled lab tests for Friday and a follow-up appointment on Saturday.
Good grief! For a month I have been worried about Jiggs -- while my health seems to be declining.
Of course, the two are related. Now that I can stop worrying (for awhile) about the dog, maybe my conditions will slip under the radar again.
My goal of getting off all medication may have been just a bit premature.
But I am not going to let that get in the way of this glorious weekend -- finding a hole in my life duly filled.
And from his bill, I assume he was putting room service to liberal use.
I will cut to the chase. Everyone wants to know if Jiggs's hard tumor is cancer or not. It looks as if it is not.
But that does not take Jiggs out of the woods and put him in a pool cabana. The fatty tumors are pushing one hip out of alignment.
The veterinarian wants Jiggs to drop a few pounds to see if the tumors can be reduced in size. (Jiggs will now join me in dieting.) We go back to Manzanillo in two weeks (15 days for those of you who live north of the border).
Right now, everything is fine. Jiggs is supposed to take walks. Tonight, he just did not want to go. I can see what is about to happen. He walks for the veterinarian. For me, he is simply going to be spoiled.
That is the good news for the day.
Before I left for Manzanillo, I decided to see my doctor to establish a baseline for my blood pressure and blood sugar. I was positive that my blood pressure would be well within normal limits. After all, it was almost normal when I left Salem -- before I lost those pesky 30 pounds.
My doctor was surprised at the first reading. She took a second. The readings were elevated -- to the extent that it looked as if I had not been taking my medication. I had.
She scheduled lab tests for Friday and a follow-up appointment on Saturday.
Good grief! For a month I have been worried about Jiggs -- while my health seems to be declining.
Of course, the two are related. Now that I can stop worrying (for awhile) about the dog, maybe my conditions will slip under the radar again.
My goal of getting off all medication may have been just a bit premature.
But I am not going to let that get in the way of this glorious weekend -- finding a hole in my life duly filled.
