Welcome to yoonamania where I put down the nonsense that pops up in my head from time to time. Please do not expect to make any sense out of my blatherings. It's called nonsense for a reason. Nor should you expect to enjoy any good writing. My English sucks moose ass. But I don't really care since I'm sure your Korean isn't any better. Please try to keep your expectations low and just chill like potatoes... or beets... or parsnips. Oh and yeah, don't take it seriously unless you think I think you must.

Yours truly, etc. yoonamaniac

March 28, 2008>

Beasts, Brandy, Pix

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My Brandy really hasn’t been doing well for the last few days. She has never gotten back to her 100% ever since the crisis last summer when she couldn’t get any food down for a few weeks after a bout of pneumonia. But she had been getting better to, say, her 90% until a couple of weeks ago.

For 4 days in a row, I woke up to the putrid smell lingering all over my house coming from Brandy’s regurgitated food overnight. Not only that, whenever she has it this bad, she also has diarrhea, which the vet couldn’t find a reason for. I can’t give her Reglan, a motility medication that helps her keep the food down, because she’s having diarrhea. I have to give her diarrhea medication, which interferes with her food going down.

Her esophagus must be burning cause she’s drinking a ton of water, which again, doesn’t go down very well either and most of it comes back out, which makes her drink more. She’s miserable. Seeing her like that makes me feel like crap.

Please pray for her. She’s suffering.

March 14, 2008>

Beasts, Brandy, Pix

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My faithful and fiercely loyal Brandy has not been doing well for the last few days. It makes my heart ache to see her struggle when the food gets stuck in that particular spot, neither going down nor coming back out, that makes her so uncomfortable. And while struggling, she still tries to figure out what I want her to do, at the same time looking up at me with pitiful eyes, can’t you do something? help me out? And I feel so utterly helpless. And I cry…

Days like these remind me that dogs with megaesophagus have shorter life span than normal dogs and I really do need to take more pictures. Pictures like this. So this weekend, my mission is to find my camera and the battery charger buried somewhere under piles of junk. Wish me luck.