July 30, 2019

White Dog tried to wave Steve off of the commitment he was making knowing that I was still in bed, leg up trying to ignore my painful neuropathy attack. But I DID need to have the bloodwork drawn.

I am fortunate to be part of an at home program where the usual doctor office things can happen here at home. Like periodic blood checks. 

None of the White Dog Army is ever happy when my health team invades our house and "manhandles" me. They were totally unsure of the idea of Elizabeth, the world's BEST Phlebotomist, coming all of the way into the bedroom and attacking me as I lie unprotected. 

Well, THAT part they could fix. The roadblock between the front door and the bedroom involved a blizzard of White Dogs, circling and refusing to yield. The plan had been that Steve would see Elizabeth in and then leave the room, dogs in tow. Not happening.Nor was the idea of gating the room...Bailey and Pearl were over the top before the others pushed past.

Thankfully Elizabeth is a seasoned pro who appears unshakeable. She calmly laid out her gear, turned on lights, and had the red goo un vials all in less than five minutes.

I looked at Bailey. "Imagine how quickly it could have happened had you not been lying across my chest." Seven other pairs of eyes, arrayed around the bed and staring intently followed every action until she said, "OK I can do the labeling out there if everyone would be happier."

Later Elizabeth confessed to Steve that as a child she had been fearful of dogs. "This was certain proof that I have conquered that issue."