December 31st 2012 10:46 pm
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I have come to the sad realization that there is only so much that Compression Therapy, along with Naturally Humidified Healing Vapors, from both ends, can do. I feel like a failure. Please don't let Mulligan, the Patent-Holding Inventor of Compression Therapy, know how I have failed; he would be disappointed in me; or perhaps he was just able to provide better vaporage -- I am roughly the same size as Mulligan, but with the size of his cranium, tongue, curly butt doodles, he no doubt provided much more in the way of healing, naturally humidified vapors.
Mom became ill soon after Dad. Wee Lass was ill as well. Even Sophie rose to the occasion, donning her Nurse Sophie hat, and providing full time Compression Therapy for Mom. We seldom left Mom. Eventually, the germs won out. Dad took Mom away! Mom had been writhing in agony for several days, and Nurse Sophie and Me, Nurse Pennie, had completely wrinkled brows, and shook with worry. Dad returned home without Mom! I DEMANDED to know: Where IS MOM???? I looked all over the house. I looked outside. Dad had not suddenly decided to pour a concrete patio, so I knew Dad had not buried Mom somewhere on my 0.46 acres of Suburbia. (It is amazing, in all those Missing Person shows, how a person goes missing, and the Prime Suspect, in their supposed grief and despair, decides that instead of Searching for the Missing Person, it is the perfect time to lay out that new concrete patio they have been planning for years. And of course the detectives must think that pouring a concrete patio is part of the Normal Missing Person Grief Process, because the Detectives never dig up that patio for at least 5 years, usually after a Psychic says the person is buried under a concrete patio. But I digress.)
I THREW myself at Dad. I DEMANDED to know where Mom was. I STORMED Dad's car. It did not matter. Dad refused to take me to the hospital, where he had stowed Mom and her pneumonia. Apparently, hospitals do not recognize Compression Therapy as Treatment Modality for Pneumonia. Plus, I could have eaten all those perfectly good hospital meals that Mom was not eating, because she had too much nausea.
After several days, Dad finally brought Mom back home. Nurse Sophie and I have been Compressing Mom ever since she came home -- partly to further facilitate her healing and partly to ensure that Mom is rendered incapable of leaving the house because she cannot move with 85 combined pounds of Nurse Sophie and Nurse Pennie firmly planted atop her.
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Well, Pennie, there's only so much a dog can do if the peepoles insist on bein that sick they gotta go to the hospital for sum R&R.
Don't feel bad. Your nursin skills are just fine. Look how much you've helped the family through so far.
Sure hope your mom heals up good. I don't think moms are 'posed to go to the hospitals, 'cept to bring home a new baby.
Hey and look! Dog of the Day! Woo Hoo for you!
Poor Mom! Glad she's back home being taken care of properly!
OMD! Da nerbe ob yur Dad, takin' yur Mom 'way wike dat!! I r gwad hur r home so dat yu an' Sophie can continue wif da Compwesshun Fare-apee. Yur famiwy r pwoof it werks! Hossibles shood incorowate Compwesshun Fare-apee intu dere pwotocol :D
ConDOGumatayshuns on be da Dog ob da Day, Pennie!
Sure hope Mom is doing better! Congrats on being named DOTD!!!