Monday, June 17, 2019

My Dog Was Taken Up by the White Walkers (Dog vs Vet, part deux)


My dog has been taken up by the white walkers…..

I believe when we left off in the last episode, Curly the Night King was at the ER vet, awaiting testing. Well, let me tell you. That was mistake. Or maybe it wasn’t, but I’m just going to say up front that I feel like I spent $500 for nothing.

The vet wanted to test him for glaucoma and diabetes which can cause glaucoma, so after 3 hours, he called. He said he was ready to leave and that “I didn’t test him for glaucoma because we didn’t have a battery for the machine.”

Pro Tip #1—You are across the street from Target. Go get a battery. This does not inspire confidence.

Then he says it that is ok, because “I think he has lipids in his eyes.”

Pro Tip #2—You THINK? As a middle school teacher once said to me “No one cares what you think, they care about what you KNOW.” This does not inspire confidence.

Then he tell me that he is going to give him some steroid eye drops and I should “recheck with my regular vet in 5-7 days and, um, hopefully this will all resolve.”

Pro Tip #3—Hope is not a plan. This does not inspire confidence.

And that’s all he tells me.



I take the dog home and promptly upon waking today call my regular vet who gets me in right away and checks him again. His machine has a battery. It’s not glaucoma, but he says it doesn’t look like an lipids he has ever seen before and I need to get to the dog eye Dr. He calls and there are 5 offices around town. All are booked. He pulls some strings and gets us into the only one possible for a 1pm appointment……in Avondale. Which is about as far from me as you can get, but whatever.

So we see a wonderful vet and her assistant who do all the testing (their machines have batteries) and guess what she says??

It’s lipids.

BUT---she then explains that it could be valley fever and that needs to be tested for because the blood results from Vet #1 show some anomalies. Also, that is could be the onset of an autoimmune disorder that he will have for life, or it could just go away and never come back. Or maybe it becomes something that recurs with him…we just don’t know.  What she does know is that while Vet #1 gave him the drops, that is not nearly aggressive enough treatment. If the inflammation gets to be too bad, he could go blind from a detached retina. He gets a shot in each eyeball and some pain meds because, according to her, it’s like having a charley horse in your eye. Then she tells us she teaches at the veterinary school and wants to know if she can make a video of his eyes because it almost never presents like this. Sure, go ahead.

His vision is compromised and about half what is normally is, but if this resolves without a retina detachment, his vision will be back to normal. And currently his retina looks perfect.

So, he now takes his pills 3x a day for his seizures, gets eye drops 2x a day and gets pain med (oral liquid) 1x a day and no fat in his diet.

And we wait.

  

Sunday, June 16, 2019

When it Rains, It Pours


When it rains, it pours.

All day Friday I tried to get ahold of the vet about the guinea pig, but for whatever reason they were not answering their phones. As luck would have it, Thing 2 works right next door to the, so she walked over. Doors locked and lights out. No explanation. From at least 2:30pm until closing time at 6pm. So I will call on Monday.

Meanwhile, on Saturday….The Hubs looks at me and says, “look at the dogs eyes.” I do and they are completely blue/gray and hazy. He asks if I think the dog has cataracts. While its possible, the idea of the dog having cataracts appear in both eyes in one day seems a bit slim to me. The Hubs says that on Friday they looked a little glazed, but he wasn’t sure. Now he is sure.

So of course I look it up on the internet, which has all the answers and none of the answers at the same time. Turns out of could be one of at least 7 or 8 different things, some of them very bad, some of them no big deal. Of course. The bad ones seem to all involve pain, loss of vision, rubbing of eyes, etc., and he doesn’t seem to have any of those problems so since I will already be calling the damn vet on Monday anyway!




Then Sunday hits. Happy Father’s day! And the dogs eye are even whiter, if that is possible, and he is now squinting and rubbing his eyes on things. So we head off to the vet hospital, of course. Because per the internet, some of these things are very time sensitive and I don’t want him to go blind because I waited, right?

Of course, the hospital is busy with people who have to put their dogs down, so it is extra depressing. And the vet comes in and confirms that it would be quite odd for him to get cataracts in both eyes on the same day. He thinks it might be glaucoma, which can sudden onset or be a complication from diabetes.

So testing abounds. And we wait. Then the vet said something everyone wants to hear…….”We can get you started, but you will need to go see a dog ophthalmologist.”

Of course we will. Pets are commitments I don’t take lightly, so we will do what we have to for him. But this week is a good reminder of why I am ready to let these guys be the last of our pets for a while. Maybe forever.

Saturday, June 15, 2019

Daisy Jones and The Six and The 70's

Ask anyone and they will tell you I am hopelessly stuck in the 80's. Hell, ask me and I'll tell you. The thing I most frequently say to Alexa is "Play the 80's pop station." I'm a huge Madonna fan and I'm bingeing on her new album as we speak.

But I'm having a run of 70's nostalgia this summer.

I was 2 in 1970 and turned 12 in 1980, so I have never really had a huge attachment to the 70's. I was too young. The 80's were my jam!

All of a sudden, a sunny 70's summer is on my mind all the time. Rainbows and roller skates. Sun, sand and the beach. Even 70's styles don't seem as ridiculous as they usually do. Well, ok, the cheesy porn mustaches still seem creepy and gross, but other than that....



I think it might be from a book I just read, Daisy Jones and The Six. It's a story about a 70's rock band, ala Fleetwood Mac. The book takes place over the span of the 1970's. It doesn't spend too much time on the details of the decade, you get a real feel for it. So many things that I had forgotten or not even realized. 




If you are into a nice summer story, read this book. It's done in an "interview" format, which is kind of odd at the beginning, but stick with it. It's worth it. 

And then we can all have a 70's summer together.

Friday, June 14, 2019

Difficult Goodbyes


I probably haven’t mentioned this before, but we are in possession of the worlds oldest guinea pig. He is 7.He had a buddy who died years ago and I had read somewhere that after their partner died, most guinea pigs only lasted a year or so. Apparently Blueberry wasn’t so fond of his buddy, because he didn’t seem fazed in the least.

But lately things haven’t been looking good for him. He got quite skinny, even though he is eating all the time. And then some other stuff went wrong, that I won’t go into because it involves poop. However, he continues to act completely normal. Aside from being really hard of hearing these days, he seems just like he always has.

So we are making an appointment with the vet and I have a feeling that this might be the end of his earthly journey, which I am totally ok with because he has had a good life.

But he isn’t my guinea pig, and someone else isn’t going to be ok with this. 




Pets bring so much value to our lives, especially for kids. But unless something goes seriously wrong, you will outlive them and be required to say goodbye.

This isn’t our first. We have lost 2 dogs since we have had kids, and of course, Blueberry’s friend Cherry. Not to mention numerous fish. But I have a feeling that at this particular moment in time this one might not go down well.

We have ongoing discussions here about pets. My husband like to speculate what kind of dog he will be getting next, I like to insist there will be no more pets after these. As the one who has the responsibility of seeing them through their old age, vet visits and end of life, I really feel done. Of course, he loves them dearly and he is our dogs favorite person by far, but somehow has managed to avoid the gritty parts of pet life (as an adult anyway, he got a whole lot of it as a kid).

So believe me when I say to you that when this guinea pig and these 2 dogs have crossed the rainbow bridge, I am not getting another dog. And if he chooses to, he is going to be doing it alone. I need an emotional break.

Luckily the dogs we have are only 8 and 9, so we have some time after seeing our tiny furry friend off. Wish us luck…it’s shaping up to be a long weekend.