Belvedere, my sister and my mom

The vet called with the results of the blood and urine tests. Urine ok, no problems there. Blood not so good. Triglycerides in dogs are suppose to be 30-35 tops, Belly's are 3000+. The vet said there was so much fat that an accurate reading was impossible. He wants to retest Belvedere.


Next week I have to schedule another blood test, the poor dog has to fast for 12 hours. Like that is going to be easy. The dog is a chub monster. He likes his treats. And when he looks at me with his browns eyes.... well I will just have to be strong and not give him his cookies.....it's the good mommy thing to do, deny him his cookies for his health.







My sister goes in on Monday for her double mastectomy. You may ask how do you know that cheer?....didn't you say you did not want to know good or bad about your sister and asked your mother not to inform you?...... I will respond, why yes you are correct and have an excellent memory, but apparently my mother does not. My mother tells me any and all news about my sister even tho I keep repeating I do not want to know. Please do not call me or tell me when I call you. I do not want to know.



The following is another reason to continue not wanting to know what is happening with my sister.....my mother wrote my sister a letter and asked for my sister to allow my mother to comfort her and be there for moral support....my niece delivered the letter to my sister....to which my sister responded after a week or so...."no I don't think so she is only trying to ease her conscience. How do I know this.... my mother told me......obviously my mother believes I need to know and will continue to give me the good or bad, no matter how much I ask not to be told. And it appears my mother has not been able to accept that her daughter, my sister, is mentally ill (or just evil).


I have to communicate with my mom, she lives by herself, and pretends to be almost helpless. She smokes, even tho she thinks, I think, she quite for her upcoming hip replacement surgery. A surgery that is not really necessary, but my mother shopped around for year until she found a doctor who said he would do it. After her main doctor and 2 other specialists told not to have the surgery, she continued to shop and found herself a quack. (Do I sound aggravated? Annoyed? Maybe a tad bit angry?) Anyway, I do have to communicate with my mom to make sure she has not fallen down the cellar stairs or had her purse stolen for a third time. Mind you we live in a very low crime area, but she leaves her purse unattended in the shopping carts at stores and has had her purse stolen twice in 3 years. She is an easy target.

Communication with her is a must. She's my mother. I have to make sure she is ok. But Please Stop With The Sister Information. I Do Not Want To Know.