I also am going to be back at selling on Ebay. I took a three month hiatus from the insanity but have to get back to selling. You know if you haven't sold on Ebay you don't have any idea what an "interesting" proposition it is. I didn't know I would have to have a shipping department, packaging center and photo booth. I mean I'm being my typical bitch and moan artist but it's more than a picture, a price and the wait.....I hate it sometimes. Especially since the big E changed the rules and fees. If you are not an 5 star seller, which means not one of your customers has rated you lower than a 5 in shipping, communication and condition of item as stated, you get to pay more in fees for listing and selling. And ya know there are some really weird people out there who just delight in raining on a sellers parade, just because they can. But the positive attitude is something sold is better than nothing.....keep smiling sellers.
My lovely and huge Saint Bernard Willow Ozgood is back to seizures again and I am flat broke. Gonna have to sell, sell, sell, in order to keep her in the phenobarbitol and other meds and blood tests so she can retain her title of "Fat Elvis". Poor baby has had 6 seizsures in the last 30 hours. They are getting so violent. I can't hold her down without help because after my knee surgery, I can't get down to the floor and when I bend down and try to do it my back goes into spasm. I am sure we are quite a sight.....a huge dog straining to make the letter C with her body, foaming at the mouth, blue tongue stuck out, quaking like a 9.9 and me crying and holding her down, talking baby talk to her, pleading for the shit to stop. Then afterwards there is the clean up....literally. She loses control of her bladder and people we're talking gallons. The vet is due this morning. We have the coolest traveling vet who comes to the house. I don't know what I'd do otherwise. Dr. Merickel is a miracle.
If we can't control the seizures, I am going to have to make a decision about what to do for my sweet angel. I have already asked a friend, who has other Saints, if she would be willing to take Willow because this dear lady has dealt with dogs with disabilites in the past and doesn't have small children. Willow needs some peace. After the seizures, I have been having to give her Valium, but it's not living, she just sleeps and drools and that's it.
The kids are finally back in school today, knock on wood. I am experiencing the sharing of the crud at it's maximum level today, sniff, sniff, blow. The worst is that my eyes won't stop watering. Well part of that is crying, but the other part is my eyes are just leaking. Uncle Alfonso used to call crying, old eyes. Well I got them. Big Dog is laying behind me snoring away. Sounds like a big old bear. What will I do without her? Oh hell, the vets coming maybe we can fix this shit.
Gotta go get dressed and stop leaking.......