Things were going well this morning, getting the children ready for school, until just after 8 am when I went to start the car up to warm through, just before we leave. The peg where the car key is kept was empty and after around twenty minutes looking for it, we could not find it .
Last night we had gone to our children's secondary school to watch our daughter Florrie singing in the choir, my husband had drove home, so he would of last had the car keys, we don't have a spare set, as they got lost a while ago and have never surfaced since. So I checked husband's coat and looked in the laundry basket for the trousers he had worn, but they were not there, so thought he might of worn them to work, so tried to ring him, but no luck, as when he is milking, unless he is in a certain place in the milking parlour his phone does not receive a signal. Tried ringing who he works for with no luck, so time was pushing on and the most important thing was to get the children to school, so rang emergency back up, the in-laws. My father-in-law came over and set off with the first three to Chulmleigh secondary school and the plan was for him to return and take the other three to Junior school.
After the first three children went off, I decided to have another look around the place and decided to check again if he had put the trousers he wore last night back in his wardrobe and Bingo ! Although they were not visible and had been put folded on top of other folded trousers and then fallen in behind the pile on the shelf and it was only because I put my hand in around the shelf that is higher than me and felt what I thought was corduroy against my hand and low and behold there were the trousers he wore last night with the car key in the back pocket.
Thankfully I had found them, as I not only had to get the children to school, but also importantly I had to get Primrose to the vets for a 9.30 am appointment. My husband finally rang me back around 11 am and he had got my message saying, "Did he know where the car key is ?" and the one telling him I had found the key. Now I did not cast a stone at him, because I will confess that I did the same thing to him about a fortnight ago, leaving the key in my coat pocket.
Now Primrose was visiting the vets this morning to check up on an eye injury she has which has developed in to a Corneal Ulcer. Primrose injured her eye last Friday evening, as I noticed the eye slightly shut and on examination a scratch could be seen on the cornea to the edge of the eye. Saturday morning the eye had misted totally over and treatment was started. On this last Wednesday if you read the blog, you will know Primrose along with Smudge and Toby traveled to Abbotskerswell to have a cardiologist vet examine their hearts on the British Veterinary Association (BVA) health scheme. The vet examined her heart which was okay and he had not noticed her eye, until in passing I mentioned the eye and then they wanted their eye specialist to examine it, but he was not in that surgery and took photos to send him and they asked that I brought her back for him to treat the eye, but I said, "I wanted my vet to look at it and if he now feels it needs further treatment, to see if we can get a vet closer to home." I understand corneal ulcers are extremely painful and you can potentially lose the eye, but I did feel that they overreacted and although I would not wish for Primrose to lose her eye, losing an eye for a dog, is not the same as a human and we have to be careful when treating dogs, that we use human fears and prejudices as part of our reasoning for over zealous treatment. Dogs function brilliantly with one eye and other dogs don't point at them and go, "Look at that dog with only one eye."
By the time I got back home and saw my vet again with her at 3.30 pm the same day, they had emailed him saying, "The eye needed emergency surgery today", now I personally am a little reserved about a vet making a diagnoses from just a photo of an eye on the way to proceed with treatment and I got a distinct feeling that there was peer pressure being put on my vet and when he told me what the other vet had told him, should be the treatment for her eye, I said, "Nothing like a bit of peer pressure." He laughed and asked if the vet that had contacted him had actually seen the eye, other than photos and I said, "No" and because the vet had actually not seen the eye in person, his thoughts on the eye after examining it thoroughly, was that it did not need emergency surgery and if it did need surgery, would I want to be referred to Abbotkerswell or he knows a vet that is a qualified ophthalmologist at a Bideford surgery, as Bideford is so much closer, I said, "if she needs to be looked at by an ophthalmologist then I would prefer to go to Bideford and could you inform Abbotkerswell, you have seen the dog today and how we are preceeding." Which he said he would do. He also said "If I would wait, he would ring the vet at Bideford now and ask his advice as well." He came back from that phone call saying, "He is a laid back chap and told me to forget what the other vet is saying and treat the eye as he would if he had not had the email from the other vet." So my vet and me decided to allow Primrose's eye a chance to heal itself with less invasive treatment and for me to come back today, Friday morning to reassess it again.
Now part of the reasoning for seeing how the eye proceeded was that the injury was to the edge of the eye and this gives it a better chance of blood vessels getting to it quicker to start the healing process. The cornea is very special tissue and is completely transparent and lacks pigment and also lacks blood vessels, so it can be transparent. Due to not having blood vessels, if it gets injured it can struggle to heal until blood vessels can grow across the eye to start the healing process. My vet told me that the blood vessels when an injury occurs to the eye will grow towards it at around a millimeter a day, so if the injury is in the middle of the eye, you can imagine it would take several days before the injury would even start to do any healing and the potential for other problems like infection or even collapsing of the cornea if the injury deep enough could occur.
I found this website explanation of Corneal Ulcers one of the better ones for us laymen,
This morning Primrose's eye was examined again and the photos below have been taken this morning. Although it does not look very nice when you pull the eyelids back to fully see the extent of the ulcer, one thing that can be seen is redness and that redness is good because it means we have blood vessels in the area and hopefully we may not be looking at surgery. We are not out of the woods yet, by no means and Primrose will be back at the vets on Monday to reassess the eye again.
The treatment she is receiving is Rimadyl once a day for pain and inflammation, Chloramphenicol at least four times a day, to stop bacterial infection and Remend Corneal repair gel at least four times a day and this gel forms a protective film over the eye to help with the natural healing process.
Well it's the 12th December and it may of escaped some people's notice here in the UK that Christmas is approaching. Lol. I did the first precarious ascent into the loft of the Christmas period, two weeks ago to retrieve the advent calendars, so the children could fill them with treats.
Whether you believe in Jesus or not, who don't like a few bright lights and making time for friend and family, dancing around naked and howling at the moon, maybe that last ones a bit more of a North Devon thing. Lol. You don't have to buy into the over commercialization of something to still enjoy it. Look at sex (I don't mean that literally now), totally over commercialized, but don't stop the most of us, given half the chance at some love making now does it. Lol
Now for a children say the funniest things bit. The other day our first born, Bert was telling at the dinner table that he did not believe in God, and Molly who is seven years old said, "I believe in God." now Bert was getting ready to argue with her the existence of God, but I gentle put my hand on his arm and told him to be quiet and I asked Molly why she believed in God. This is her reply. "I believe in God, because of Father Christmas. God tells Father Christmas who has been good and then Father Christmas knows who to deliver presents to and I get presents every Christmas, so God must exist." I don't know where she has got this from, I might presume school, as a Church of England School, because I thought Mum and Dad tell Father Christmas if you have been good, who the hell have I been ringing for the last fifteen years then, Lol
When she had finished what she was saying, Bert was gearing up to burst her bubble and I again touched his arm and told him to remember she is only seven and to give her time to read and understand more about things. I did though think funnily that she has just blown Richard Dawkins out of the water, because I don't thing he has covered the Father Christmas hypothesis in explaining the existence of god yet. Lol
Now you see I was born in the year of the monkey, under the king of the zodiac, Leo and to top it all I was born with a membrane of skin over my face and that makes me a caul bearer and until I got the internet I thought that just meant I have less of a chance of drowning, but apparently I'm special, of course we are all special, but some of us are just a little bit more special or we like to think we are (we all know someone like that don't we ?). So with such credentials I'm just going to say. " Move over David Icke (If you don't know who David Icke is Google him and you will see) because there's a new messiah in town and Christmas is being moved to July.Lol
Sorry for the madness it's the season for it and of course the messiah would not be a woman, utter madness, mind God does like to mess with your head and really could she do any worse a job. Lol
Have a lovely weekend !
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me with Bumble and Blottie, waiting patiently to be unleashed, November 2018
Hello, I am Jane, you might of guessed, I love dogs. We are situated in the North Devon countryside, England, United Kingdom. Our home is occupied by my husband, David, our children, pack of dogs and me.