Let’s cut to the skinny…

All four artificial joints are still fine and in good order and stuck where they should be…

…..and I don’t have to go back for another three years…….if everything stays copasetic…….(HA!)

And that’s just great.

But like I said…….I don’t like medical tests and appointments and the related-whatnots…

 

~~~~~Here’s an example of what had to occur prior to today’s appointment~~~~~

…….mouths need feeding before anything else can occur on any given day…….

…….no actually, that’s not true…

…….first…..pipes need emptying…..then mouths need feeding…….

The circle of life…

Demanding hounds…

Mouthy cats…

Parrots & fish…

…….and that’s just inside the house…

The pipe-emptying-thing for the outside animals is pretty much on their own…

Like I’ve said before, an Irish Wolfhound’s dump is enough to put an economy-car into a skid…

…….and that’s precisely why…..putting the Wolfhounds out FIRST in the morning is SUPER-DEE-POOPER important…

Then when I went out to do barn chores (prior to leaving for my doctor’s appointment), this is what we found…….

…..I discovered that the adult pigs had rooted open the welded metal panel separating them from the baby pigs…….so they could terrorize the piglets (and eat their food—or them)…….

Soooooooo…….before even considering stepping into the truck & leaving for the doctor’s office…….THAT had to be repaired…….

…..in boot-deep mud (that we all know is not just mud)…

…..while scaring the big piggies out of the little piggies sty without having my limbs &/or fingers gnawed on or snapped off…

…..none of this occurred without a great deal of squealing (not just from the pigs) and pig-mud(?) flying…..

…..I used about a pound of fence staples to secure the panel back to the telephone pole posts…….

…..I don’t think any of them went in straight…….but with a great deal of panic and hammer-flailing…….I got multiple nails in with some sort of semblance of security…….(my fingers got hit more than the stupid fence staples)…

Then…….because I was running SUPER late for my appointment (but the little piggies were safe)…….

…..I went into the house…

…..flicked off the big mud chunks…

…..went to my go-to perfume (Lauren)…

…..did a camp-shower in the stuff…

…..checked my teeth (for pig mud too—eewww)…

 

…..put on lip gloss…

…..settled my aura…

…..and off we went to the doctor’s office…….

…..I wonder if they noticed…………………………?

AND THIS IS WHY I HATE DOCTOR’S VISITS…….(and yes, I’m shouting)…

It’s just so hard getting there………….