First, a few weeks ago, Mr. Wild Dingo had the good fortune of getting to pull out an 18″ tape worm from Loki’s butt. It was stuck and Loki begged Mr. Wild Dingo to help him get it out. Yup, this is the glamorous life, Internet!  So both he and Juno got de-wormed. Where he got the tapeworm, is beyond me as we’re fastidious about both of their health. The cracker does bite at flies, he drinks out of creeks and we had an overly-wet winter season leaving lots of standing water heaped with critters. It could have come from anywhere.

Then there was me. I started a new set of meds to try to get at the resistant Babesia while treating yet ANOTHER newly discovered infection. Within days, the meds turned me into a mindless blob with a nonstop migraine. This is Lyme Disease-MSIDS Funballs, people. Aren’t you sad you aren’t on the team with me?

Now it’s Juno’s turn. Because why should she get to miss all the fun? She was up since 3 a.m. with a tummy ache. I saw her nibble on some honeysuckle (I had her stop) but had no idea she had already consumed several leaves until 7 a.m. when I saw her dinner neatly wrapped in honeysuckle leaves like a vegan burrito on the patio. Tossing up a fully wrapped honeysuckle burrito is fascinating, but it scared the bejesus out of me as I was concerned she could be poisoned. Poison Control, ER vet & my own vet diagnosed over the phone by symptoms and behavior. Yup, three opinions because I’m whack like that. And because Mr. Wild Dingo is conveniently traveling so I had no sounding board. He DID pull out that tapeworm, so I’ll give him a pass here.

Juno’s issue is likely a viral infection picked up simply by walking in public stepping into something carrying the virus, or by Juno’s creek swimming and drinking habit. Again, could be anything. They gave me directions and an OTC med for her stomach acid and she’s finally resting but will be on a 24 hour fast. She will be grumpy about that! Listening to her empty tummy rumble, her jodhpurs literally move to the beat. Those jodhpurs got talent! Poor Juicy!

The moral of the story is: no matter how careful, how fastidious one is about healthcare, the little buggers can still get you and bring you down. Nature doesn’t discriminate.

Also: I’m probably not human anymore. I’m slowly turning into an amoeba or possibly an antibiotic. At this point, we just don’t know.

Clawing My Way Back to Normal

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