And That’s What You Call Ironic …. Plus, An Epiphany

At any given time in our household there is some appliance / vehicle / piece of our house that is not working and which we refuse to fix.  For instance, the dishwasher hasn’t worked in a couple of years, and we haven’t really missed it.  (It helps to have just the two of us most of the time.) Our old Subaru station wagon needs so many repairs, we’ve been dithering over the decision to fix them (and still have an old car with 200,000 mile on it) or cut our losses and buy another one.  I dropped my camera in China, and since then have been taking not-so-great-but-not-so-terrible photos with my little old cell phone. But in the past month, the oven door locked up again (for the third time in as many years) and I am really sick of it.  The electronic display, instead of the time, reads F9, which I think is Jenn-Air’s way of telling us to go and, well, you know.  We have already replaced the panel once, and I’m pretty adamant about not paying for it again.  So, since then, everything I’ve made has been on the stovetop, in the crockpot, in the bread machine…

Banana bread, mmmmmmm......

 One evening, as I was taking my pre-dinner walk, I was musing over what I could make for dinner.  Rice and vegetables / beans / tofu, etc?  Or something with noodles?  And that’s when I had the epiphany.  When we were in China, PM said that friends going out for dinner routinely ask each other, “Rice or noodles?”  They don’t say, “Pizza?” and it’s not because you can’t get it.  I’m sure that most places, and also most homes, lack an oven.  Most places in which we ate had some kind of wok or pot or steamer over one or two burners, and that was it.  Oven?  Are you kidding?

Woman cooking rice, Yunnan Province

So, here we were, saving money and all that thrifty stuff, when good old Spunky took a turn for the worse.  We’ve been medicating him for his thyroid condition for awhile now, but two weeks ago he stopped eating and drinking.  Frantic, we rushed him to the vet, twice, but nothing really helped.  His weight dropped to 7.7 lbs., almost half of his healthy weight just a few years ago. 

Could this be the end of Spunky?

Finally, we ran to the emergency vet last Saturday night.  They diagnosed him with Congestive Heart Failure, among other things, and gave us the option of  trying to save him… or they could euthanize him right then and there.  We were not prepared to do that, so we left him there for a few days … and then he spent a day at our own home vet … and after a week of us worrying, and pampering him, he seems to have turned the corner and is eating again.  This time he is taking three medicines twice a day.  Here he is resuming his former routine.  Note the shaved foreleg.  No, we haven’t turned him into a standard poodle – that’s where the IV was. 

And the moral of the story is….. saving the cat = a new stove.  Or a new camera.  Or the cost of fixing the car….. I think we’re going to get another stove.  Unlike Spunky, we only have one life to live, so we might as well enjoy it!


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2 Responses to And That’s What You Call Ironic …. Plus, An Epiphany

  1. ibuibulai says:

    ONLY on the stove, in the crock pot, and in the bread machine. wow, life is hard!
    Yeah though, too bad you have to get it replaced, but sounds like it’s finally time. Does that mean you have to replace the whole stove or could you somehow, um, you know, salvage the burners or something? I guess you could sell that stove 2nd-hand.

  2. Have you considered giving Spunky fluids? We’ve done that with cats in the past and it really revives them. Buffy received fluids for about a week when she stopped eating last summer, and she perked up and started eating again. I feel for you and Spunky — it’s hard to watch them grow old and always wonder if they are suffering. Thinking of you.

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