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I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about everything, but then again I was thinking about nothing. And then my mom came in, and I didn’t even know she was there. She called my name and I didn’t hear her and then she started screaming “Mike, Mike!” And I go “what? Whats the matter?” She goes “whats the matter with you?” I go “theres nothing wrong, mom.” Shes all “don’t tell me that! You’re on drugs!” I go “no mom I’m not on drugs. I’m ok, I’m just thinking, you know? Why don’t you get me a Pepsi?” She goes “No! You’re on drugs!” I go “mom, I’m ok. I’m just thinking.” She goes “No! You’re not thinking, you’re on drugs! Normal people don’t be acting that way!” I go “mom, just get me a Pepsi! Please, all I want is a Pepsi!” And she wouldn’t give it to me! All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn’t give it to me! Just a Pepsi! – Suicidal Tendencies Institutionalized

First a disclaimer then the dog update

As I have no doubt pointed out before, I don’t drink. Not for any of the usual reasons (12 step graduate, Americas Designated Driver, court ordered, Mormon) but because I don’t like the taste of alcohol. In addition, I don’t do drugs prescribed or purchased by the baggie load. Only rarely I will indulge and take a Tylenol or two, but, you know, I don’t want to schizo or anything so I keep in under control. However, since I have a kidney stone the size of Ross Douthat’s head lodged in my ureter, I finally gave in and indulged myself a vicodin from my unused stash of drugs that doctors keep giving me but I don’t take. Perhaps because I’ve only been eating about one meal a day lately and getting five hours of sleep a night before staggering off to work, but this is probably the most out of it I have been since I got my tonsils taken out when I was five.

Yes. I am a lightweight.

Which is my way of saying that you’ll have to  excuse me for this very brief update on St Satchmo, the Not Feeling So Good to follow below the fold.

A visit to the clinic today included another urinalysis, testing for pancretitis, a cystocentesis, and an abdominal ultrasound exam for which Satchmo had to have his belly shaved meaning that he is currently sporting a basset brazilian. Very sexy. So where do we stand? From earlier comments, I’ll let mrs tbogg take the wheel:

 It does look like the problem is neurological and directly related to the original diagnosis of inflamed discs and fused vertebrae. Satchmo had a full internal exam today, including ultrasound, with no new findings. We go off to the neurologist on Friday but have been given the okay to cut back on the steroids and increase the pain meds. Two good outcomes in my mind. And for those of you who suggested acupuncture…that is our next course of action if results continue in this direction. Again, thank you ALL for the outpouring of love and good thoughts. It’s wonderful how one special dog can bring together so many good and kind people. You all give me hope.

Yeah. What she said.

So we’ll go light on the Satchmo updates until we have something more to add. Again, thank you for your patience and suggestions.

One last thing: thanks to David in Joshua Tree for the Joe  Zawinul CD. It is very groovy. Or whatever I’m supposed to say while under the influence…