Saturday, March 28, 2009
Bandit Talks: Blabber...I Mean Bladder
Hey ho...Bandit here! Yes, Rick's 7 year old geriatric obese Cairn Terrier - as my father now calls me. Nice huh?
It's been a long, long, long time since my Dad has handed over the keyboard to me but seeing that I had a trying day yesterday the control-freak has momentarily relinquished the laptop.
First off I am fine. And am grateful for your concerns regarding my spotty urine. I am happy to tell you it is not cancer, a fear my Dad was fretting with. It is indeed a clump of bladder stones. While it's not great; it's not what the doctors and my Dads feared.
Yesterday I had an ultrasound. Something of which I'm not wanting to repeat. Aside from my Dad complaining about the cost ($330) and now God knows what for the surgery, he was relatively supportive of me whilst I lay on the table with two grown men holding me down then rubbing gel and a wand over my stomach. Dad just sat and petted my head and listened to the mumbo-jumbo about acidic urine and mineralization with the doctor.
To no avail, I wrestled to get free.
Now I'm playing the "poor me" card really well. Getting lots of attention for it. Little does my Dad know I'm not really in any pain but I'll let him think it and soak up all the pampering.
Posted by Rick Bettencourt at 6:48 AM