Long Lost Hello
This month has been a test for me so far and it is only the 11th. Sigh. If you were anticipating a happy blog, move on. This one is probably not for you.
It all started after taking the dog for a long swim at my parents’ house on Sunday afternoon. It was a lovely sunny day and I let her romp in the water for about 30 minutes so she was not over worked. We then retreated to the grass where she was given a cool bath with the hose. I figured since ice is good for sore joints, that a cool bath would do her good. I am used to this routine. She exercises, and then she is sore for 8-12 hours. The next morning she is as good as new. Not this time. We finished swimming and bath time around 3 in the afternoon. She was painful as expected, but when we were settling down to watch King Kong at 10PM she was not able to lay still. She would whine and pant and pace. Lay down, get up, pace, lay down, get up... I know we were not going to get any sleep that night. I also knew there were no sedatives that the vet prescribes to have her sleep off the pain lurking in the cabinet at home. So, off to the emergency clinic we went. 4 hours later I was found carrying my 100 pound best friend up the stairs because she was higher than a kite. I thought that with a shot of morphine as well as a pill of torb, she would be out for the night. Boy was I wrong. She moaned and whined all night. Then in the morning she was still too drugged to navigate the stairs so I called in to work. Just like a kid, huh? I thought that since she was so sore Sunday that she would feel better on Monday. No luck. I made an appointment for her "family doctor" and we journeyed to the vet office yet again around 4 PM on Monday. She was diagnosed with Canine Equine Syndrome. This is good and bad. You see, we have been unable to diagnose her for almost 4 years. Now we had a very probable answer.
The next step was going back to the specialist for a second opinion. He told us an MRI was in order and then if that did diagnose CES, we would do surgery. The cost? Oh, somewhere between $1500 and $4500 dollars. This is on top of the $1400 MRI. This section brings me to an even bigger blessing... my husband. I don't know too many men that would be willing to spend this much on a pet. Luckily, he was in agreement to doing the diagnostics to help his loved dog.
She is going in for her MRI this evening. Evening you ask? It is in the evening because they have to wait for all the human patients to leave the center so they can use the equipment. Nice, huh? It makes me laugh thinking of the little old lady absolutely disgusted that she was lying on a table that a dog had been on a few hours earlier.
For most of you guys that know me, I have always had it pretty easy on the money side of things. We had $1800 saved up for our trip to Africa in 2008. That will go to pay for the MRI. I have been saving pennies and stashing them in her account since we found out this was going to happen. I have sold numerous things on Ebay that I really did not want to sell. I have taken in things that do not work in hopes that jay could fix them and we could sell them. I have decided to give gifts to my friends that I already have for their birthdays and am a step shy of hooking Cheyanne up and doing wagon rides to raise money for her surgery. The flea market might be my next even on Saturday.
Just to add to the mix, Sukka had my puppy on Monday. She has 4 girls for us to choose from. It was a miracle to see them born, but I am hesitant to take one home to a dog recovering from back surgery. The specialist doesn't seem too worried about it, which gives me some comfort.
Sure that I could not handle any more stress, I now have a sinus infection. I just cannot seem to get on top of things. I have been eating less and gaining more. I also went to a church retreat with my mom last weekend where we cried our hearts out at every moment unless we were sleeping. I am also in the midst of planning something very exciting, which you cannot know about. I have signed on for volunteering for Compassion as well as Hospice. What good timing, eh?
Wow, I feel a little better now. Especially since a good friend just brought over a yummy muffin from Starbucks. Carry on fellow bloggers.
It all started after taking the dog for a long swim at my parents’ house on Sunday afternoon. It was a lovely sunny day and I let her romp in the water for about 30 minutes so she was not over worked. We then retreated to the grass where she was given a cool bath with the hose. I figured since ice is good for sore joints, that a cool bath would do her good. I am used to this routine. She exercises, and then she is sore for 8-12 hours. The next morning she is as good as new. Not this time. We finished swimming and bath time around 3 in the afternoon. She was painful as expected, but when we were settling down to watch King Kong at 10PM she was not able to lay still. She would whine and pant and pace. Lay down, get up, pace, lay down, get up... I know we were not going to get any sleep that night. I also knew there were no sedatives that the vet prescribes to have her sleep off the pain lurking in the cabinet at home. So, off to the emergency clinic we went. 4 hours later I was found carrying my 100 pound best friend up the stairs because she was higher than a kite. I thought that with a shot of morphine as well as a pill of torb, she would be out for the night. Boy was I wrong. She moaned and whined all night. Then in the morning she was still too drugged to navigate the stairs so I called in to work. Just like a kid, huh? I thought that since she was so sore Sunday that she would feel better on Monday. No luck. I made an appointment for her "family doctor" and we journeyed to the vet office yet again around 4 PM on Monday. She was diagnosed with Canine Equine Syndrome. This is good and bad. You see, we have been unable to diagnose her for almost 4 years. Now we had a very probable answer.
The next step was going back to the specialist for a second opinion. He told us an MRI was in order and then if that did diagnose CES, we would do surgery. The cost? Oh, somewhere between $1500 and $4500 dollars. This is on top of the $1400 MRI. This section brings me to an even bigger blessing... my husband. I don't know too many men that would be willing to spend this much on a pet. Luckily, he was in agreement to doing the diagnostics to help his loved dog.
She is going in for her MRI this evening. Evening you ask? It is in the evening because they have to wait for all the human patients to leave the center so they can use the equipment. Nice, huh? It makes me laugh thinking of the little old lady absolutely disgusted that she was lying on a table that a dog had been on a few hours earlier.
For most of you guys that know me, I have always had it pretty easy on the money side of things. We had $1800 saved up for our trip to Africa in 2008. That will go to pay for the MRI. I have been saving pennies and stashing them in her account since we found out this was going to happen. I have sold numerous things on Ebay that I really did not want to sell. I have taken in things that do not work in hopes that jay could fix them and we could sell them. I have decided to give gifts to my friends that I already have for their birthdays and am a step shy of hooking Cheyanne up and doing wagon rides to raise money for her surgery. The flea market might be my next even on Saturday.
Just to add to the mix, Sukka had my puppy on Monday. She has 4 girls for us to choose from. It was a miracle to see them born, but I am hesitant to take one home to a dog recovering from back surgery. The specialist doesn't seem too worried about it, which gives me some comfort.
Sure that I could not handle any more stress, I now have a sinus infection. I just cannot seem to get on top of things. I have been eating less and gaining more. I also went to a church retreat with my mom last weekend where we cried our hearts out at every moment unless we were sleeping. I am also in the midst of planning something very exciting, which you cannot know about. I have signed on for volunteering for Compassion as well as Hospice. What good timing, eh?
Wow, I feel a little better now. Especially since a good friend just brought over a yummy muffin from Starbucks. Carry on fellow bloggers.
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