So my mom was here visiting for awhile in January and I made her teach me how to make a few more korean dishes. YAY!!! And YUMM!!!
So tonight I made daeng jang jiggae with tubu (tofu) and mushrooms. You have NO idea how long I've been craving that. The only Korean food I had was when I made it and well its just not the same as my moms. I mean, its still yummy, but not moms. Doesn't that suck?? I don't get it. I follow her recipes and inherited her cooking genes, so shouldn't it be the same? :)
And I haven't posted anything on the knitting front in awhile because, well...I've been busy. :) Things have finally calmed down the last 2 weeks so I'm finally starting to catch up. I have been working on a vest. However, I had to rip more than halfway when I realized the pattern had an error and had to start over. So that sucked big time, but I'm finally making progress. Pictures to be posted prolly next week. Also, I do have a knitting blog that's listed over there ----> under knitting stuff, where I've been trying post all finished objects.
Now moving on to updates on Hubie. He does not, in fact, have a cardiology problem. He was diagnosed with "Myasthenia Gravis" which is an auto-immune disorder. His esophagus is enlarged and the muscles weak so it is not contracting to push the food down into his stomach. Rather his food is pooling in the esophagus and he's regurgitating it. Now it all makes sense why he throws up so much. I had NO idea. His spharynx, esophagus and hind legs have been effected. Its really sad. :( He's down to 127 lbs now which is a little scary. Anyway, we're trying him on medications now to see if he will respond at all. If he does, we'll try that for awhile. If he doesn't...I don't know. Both my vet, the cardiologist and the internal med docs have mentioned the possibility of a feeding tube. But I don't know if I could handle that on multiple levels.
There have been a few people that keep telling me that he's just a dog and I just need to him put "down" and quit wasting my money. I used to think people were crazy when they spent a ton of money on their animals. But I had no idea how much room there was in my heart for them then. There's nothing that challenges my favor of people more than those that don't love animals. How could you not? They have an undying, unconditional love for you. They know when you're upset and try to make it better. They forgive your short temper. They're abused by cowardly, heartless people on a daily basis and those pets still adore their masters. They will do anything for just a little bit of love and attention. I know they don't necessarily have to have a plush, comfy, spoiled life. But why the heck not? Why would you even bother getting a pet if you didn't intend to spoil them?
When Mike and I adopted Hubie, we accepted every responsibility that came with him. We didn't know that he would have a lifelong disease or cost us thousands of dollars. And yeah it sucks, but adopting him means we've agreed to give him a chance at life. I'm gonna do what I can until he's visibly suffering or until we've run out of options. I wished people got that and would quit telling me that he's just a dog. As if its not hard enough as it is.
Okay, so I didn't mean to go off like that but it seriously just makes my blood boil.