Anyway with the heat she vomited up at about 2 pm. I decided to cook off a sweet potato for the Potassium and other vitamins. I thought it might be the best thing to get her electrolyte balance back on track. Then wrapped her in a wet towel, and stuck a fan on. I think the Ferusimide May be depleting her Potassium. Don’t think she would keep banana down as it’s too rich.
She normally hates wet things, but was very happy to be covered over, and her head well covered with just the little black nose poking out for the obvious air intake. I think it’s probably the reverse to waterboarding. Anyway we got past the obvious croak potential. Managed to phone the vet and He very kindly came back from home to check her over. I was so worried about how red her eyes were.
Our concern was how much Ferusimide to give in hot weather. We would have got it wrong and reduced it. He said no just the opposite. Try to keep her hydrated and up the ferusimide. Thank God for Vets. Especially ones who are prepared to turn out at a moments notice. She is resting now on the sofa, with the fan giving some air movement. I wish I could see a vet, I hate going to the doctor.
She isn’t in food mode just yet, but hopefully as the temperature drops she will recover. I did say to the Vet that I realise she can go anytime, but as long as we can manage the heat she may be OK. My Husband said we would buy an air conditioner. I am up for the solar panels to run it. And charge our car when we can use the excess electricity.
I think I slightly cracked a couple of toes yesterday. My Husband started the lawn mower right next to me when I wasn’t looking. A belch of badly combusted Petrol in my face had me ranting like a banshee for half an hour. I ended up taking out uncontrollable angst on the wheelie bin.
I tried thrashing it with my Gardening glove but it wasn’t responding, so I booted it. It did move and fall over, but I think I might have cracked a couple of toes. What ho! Good to have a packet of peas in the freezer. I even used them on my pounding forehead and arched neck. Yes the Petrol fumes also give me muscle spasms.
The plus was that I managed to vent the desire, (to kill my Husband) on the wheelie bin. Seriously, I had a very sharp scyth to hand. I just couldn’t understand why He set the mower off with me next to it. It’s bad enough with car fumes, but a bloody mower... when I had already said I wanted to use the new antique scyth. I want to see some fireflies in the garden this year, and keep the flowers for the butterflies. He had already mowed down my flowers. He thinks they are weeds. The butterflies love them, and the bees would if we had any.
We we had some serious words about land management when I calmed down... I think He has decided to get an electric mower, can’t be to careful when Petrol fumes send the wife psychotic!
Just watch Basil Fawlty thrashing a car with a branch and you will get the picture in entirity!