Another urgent hospital appointment.

Well Baggees, apologies for the lack of blogs recently, but the truth is that the new routine (successful as it continues to be), is taking up a substantial proportion of Baggy's day! Baggy had her doctor's visit last Thursday. It went well. Hormonal Hannah managed not to cry, and the doctor commented that Baggy looked better than she had seen her looking before. She was also reassuring about Baggy's glaucoma, saying that 'they'll be able to treat it.' Being the excellent doctor that she is, she wants to see Baggy again at Easter (whenever that is this year), or sooner if Hormonal Hannah starts to go downhill again.

Meanwhile, the wonderful NHS has already leapt into action, and just three weeks after being referred, Baggy will be seeing a specialist doctor at Ipswich hospital, on Tuesday about her eyes. Of course this has set Freda Fretter worry - gutting, because the appointment was so fast, but Clever Bird knows that the faster they start to treat glaucoma, the better. Baggy did say to her doctor, 'Well, if I'm going blind, at least it means that I'll get another dog.' Which was when she laughingly said, that they could treat it. So Hannah's current anxiety, is more the irrational kind.

Baggy's doctor was delighted with Hannah's new routine, and agreed that the beach was the best kind of positive therapy. She was even more impressed that Grotty Groom was back riding. In fact, even Clever Bird was pretty impressed when she realised that on Saturday, Grotty had merrily hopped onto Joey in the indoor school for twenty minutes, and had trotted him for quite a chunk of that time. Why was that impressive you ask? Well, because Hannah had totally forgotten that the last time that Grotty (or anyone) had last sat on Joey, was before Christmas. Frankly, that horse is a superstar! Clever Bird cannot understand why the Irish Draught is an endangered breed - they are the most amazing horses.

As Grotty had it pointed out to her today, that she had ruined her very expensive clippers, by leaving them in a damp shed, she also couldn't remember the last time that she had cleaned Wesley's grooming kit, so just now The Domestic Goddess tackled it! Yet again the day has gone, and writing a blog is becoming more of a trial every time Creative Clara does one, not because she doesn't like doing it, but because Blogger seems to be playing up, so she may need to start a new blog - watch this space........




Note to readers (my lovely Baggees): For the avoidance of any doubt - every character in this blog is me!!! No Baggy was harmed in its writing.

Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Grey.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 5. 
Tears: Yeah sadly.
Baggy: 214.