I’m headed out into the world, during a pandemic, to spend my last $83 on my dog’s medicine.
I totally tried to make that sentence sound as martyred as possible. Didn’t I totally sound like Mildred Pierce or something? I’m such a good mother. Nothing’s too much of a sacrifice for my children. I’m like the mom in Willy Wonka.
Really, I get paid tomorrow, so we will be destitute for only today. If only Milhous can stop paying for PornHub premium we’d be all set.
Edsel is already on two kinds of heart medication, and not that I’m noting it while clutching pennies or anything but they cost $165 a month combined. He’s also taking some chews twice a day for joint health, at $25 a jar. His special old-man food isn’t that bad, actually, at at about $20 a month. But then we also have his flea and heartworm medication, and the part where he needs to go to the vet every six months now for heart follow-ups.
So a MISERLY person might resent his NEW medication, which is to make his arthritic spondylosis-y back better. But the vet, who knows what she’s doing, gave me a week’s supply free and I could really see he felt better. I was wanting to hold out to actually buy it until payday was here, but we ran out of his medicine on Saturday and I can SEE he feels worse without it, and that is why I’m heading out and counting all my change to get him his new medicine today. I don’t want to make him wait even one more day.
I totally need to pull a babushka over my head, resigned, and open the heavy battered front door with my chapped worker-woman’s hands right now. Off to make a sacrifice for my dog.
Iris has to eat special food now, too, for her irritable bowel, and her irritated mom, which is a delightful $50 a bag and which healthy Milhous seems to just love. You’ve no idea how many times I see him munching her health food made from gold and ignoring his delicious canned junk that oughta be way more delicious. Picture someone choosing a kale smoothie over mashed potatoes.
Meanwhile, I’m typing this outside and watching Mil chase a grasshopper all over yonder. His diet is supplemented as it is without $600-a-nibble gastrointestinal special cat food.
Anyway, pets. June’s oft-repeated tip from the top today is don’t get three pets who are the same age, as they will, you know, age, and then you have to treat their ailments at the same time.
I used an old photo of Lil because I don’t wish to find her, find the phone, photograph her then upload it here.
I’d better go. I am writing this during my “lunch hour” and must get to vet.
Meanwhile, tell me what weird things you’re eating out of desperation. For example, I mixed spaghetti noodles with olive oil and some Parmesan cheese and it was magnificent. I also learned it’s easy to make rice; my mother left 47 boxes of it here for some reason. I never ever ever make rice, but now I do, because it’s there and why all the carb lbs, June?
Also, what’s the difference between a grasshopper and a cricket? Don’t they look the same?
June the Mother