Sunday, April 18, 2010

Dr. Doogie (Doom) & How I Almost Cut a B

1 pm and all Junior / Doogie could talk about is how it's surgery or death - essentially. 7 pm I go and pick up our first baby girl. From the waiting room I can hear the nurses and/ or doctors trying to control Abelle. "Hold on ... wait a minute - Abelle wait a minute! Calm down." 

And I think to myself, self: "How much trouble can a two legged dog give a person?"  It's right about now that my blood boils and heart smiles (*cheesy and 100% true). In WALKS in Abelle on FOUR LEGS. FOUR LEGS. FOUR FREAKING LEGS. 

6 hours before we were steps away from putting her to sleep. And not the good kind of sleep I would take a life for. The permanent sleep you can't take back. 

My out loud response was, "What the hell?" 

Turns out after we left Abelle was starting to use her back legs more - and Junior didn't want to get our hopes up. OUR HOPES UP? What a D. No instead she is going to talk to us about a surgery we can't afford over and over again while I cry uncontrollably. Oh yeah, that makes more sense. What a D. 

As I signed her out, and heard about all the medications we'd have to give her and when they were due and when they would change dosage (you need a graph to understand it all) a real doctor came on by. She stopped to say goodbye, apparently and not surprisingly, Abelle was a favorite. The doctor mentioned that she has been doing much better, each day (I KNEW IT) and the fact that she was using all her legs and able to get the traction up to stand on the hospital floor was a miracle and showed her that we were going in the right direction. The floor was pretty slipperly - so it was all good signs. Did I mention I KNEW IT?  

That night, after an hour home, she went back to using 2.75 legs most of the time.  We took her outside to use the bathroom, in the dark, only to find that home girl has some stomach issues. Yuck. Use your imagination - a 2 legged dog with stomach issues.
 
But all in all we were happy to have her home hott mess across the lawn or not. 

Junior called us the next day, asking how things were going - I was nice (I know it's true) because ultimately Abelle was home despite the doctor - so whatever? Right? Until I mentioned the stomach issues. 

Junior: "What color is it?"
Me: "I don't know? It was dark. I guess I'd say..."
Junior: (interrupting me): "Was it reddish?"
Me: "Yeah - I'd say reddish..."
Junior: (interrupting me, again): "Reddish brown?"
Me: "Yup."
Junior: "I was afraid of that. That might be our fault. You see, Abelle was a favorite here and you see - I noticed this morning that the treat jar, which is very large, I filled yesterday or the day before and we're just about out of them at this point. I think that she may have gotten more treats then she should have."
Me: (in my head) "OH YOU THINK? F'ING MORAN. GET YOUR SIXTEEN AND STUPID ASS OVER HERE AND CLEAN MY GODDAMN LAWN. F'ING MORAN." 
Me: (in reality) "Oh, I thought it had to do with the medication."

Why so calm? Because at the end of the day she's home and for today, for now, we don't have to make a horribly difficult decision. It's pretty amazing how horrible situations can put things into prospective for you. And how in the face of horrible situations you realize the kindness of those around you - and the generosity in hearts.  More than a few people have approached me - providing me with great resources, advice, positive vibes (for god sake - I'm getting more comments now on this dang blog than I ever have before), even donations!  I was told it worked for Eat. Love. Pray. why not Abelle? (Not a clue what the correlation is - sorry was never able to get into that book) BUT I think the long and short of it is - if a collection was needed there were willing benefactors. Truly amazing. And as much as I appreciate it - we won't be going forward with the surgery. 

I am hopeful and optimistic in a way that is a little bit not my norm - but encouraged by her improvements. Who knew love is what she needed most? I'm pretty convinced that is helping her along the road to recovery.

3 comments:

  1. As I signed her out, and heard about all the medications we'd have to give her and when they were due and when they would change dosage (you need a graph to understand it all)...

    Do I smell an excel chart coming? :)

    I'm happy to hear she's doing better. And you should give it to Junior next time. What a D indeed.

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  2. Oh glad to hear Abelle's on the road to recovery. I read about your ordeal and talked to Dr. P about it today, was going to give him more details to give an opinion, but looks like you're good to go. Hoooooooorah!

    Love to Abelle. Oh, and the rest of G-Unit, too.

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  3. Don't think I didn't think to make an excel... I have a sick deep seeded issue. Obvi.

    Thanks/Mandy - I didn't think about your vet connection - but good to be reminded!

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