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mrissaSo. Ista is going to be okay.
Notice how "is going to be" and "is" are not the same verb tense.
She's got an obstruction in her gastrointestinal tract, and they're currently feeding the poor little beastlet barium to pinpoint where and what. They are also giving her fluids. In a few hours, I will go back to our normal vet, fetch the bop, and take her down to the emergency vet in Apple Valley, because they have 24 hour staff who can keep getting her hydrated. Ideally she will keep getting hydrated overnight and then return to our normal vet clinic in the morning for surgery to remove the obstruction. If the emergency vet decides that the situation has progressed to an emergency, they can do the surgery right away in the night -- they have not just vet techs but full-fledged vets on hand all night.
I went to select the icon of me holding her as a baby and broke down utterly. Even though she is going to be fine. Because she is the dog and I am the monkey and I am in charge of her feeling good. And the vet (beloved of both myself and Ista, by the way -- awesome, awesome vet, at least with small dogs and talking to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrissas) told me that we had done exactly the right thing, that if we'd called yesterday when she was slightly punky, they probably wouldn't have thought anything of it, and if we'd waited until tomorrow, she would have been much worse off, more dehydrated and hungrier and so on. Still. She is such a sweet little beast, and she has just gotten to be such a good puppy, and the problem here is that I have down time. Because if I was still dealing with everything with her, I would be in Cope Mode. But I have time to be upset, so I am.
Also I forgot to take my SuperAdvil along to the allergist, and I was due for a dose at the end of the appointment and didn't actually get one until after Ista's appointment three hours later. This is actually still non-negligible.
I love our groomer, too. She saw me standing in the vet's waiting room without the pup and immediately said, "What's wrong with Ista?" She didn't have to fumble for the name or anything. And when Ista heard her voice out in the hall when we were in the exam room, she perked up her ears and wanted to go to Lisa. Which is a nice thing to have as part of our life in general.
All right. I'm going to go put a cool cloth on my face and then I'm going to do something useful so that I can regain Cope. Because everything is going to be fine, and part of how it's going to be fine is by me coping with things one at a time.
Notice how "is going to be" and "is" are not the same verb tense.
She's got an obstruction in her gastrointestinal tract, and they're currently feeding the poor little beastlet barium to pinpoint where and what. They are also giving her fluids. In a few hours, I will go back to our normal vet, fetch the bop, and take her down to the emergency vet in Apple Valley, because they have 24 hour staff who can keep getting her hydrated. Ideally she will keep getting hydrated overnight and then return to our normal vet clinic in the morning for surgery to remove the obstruction. If the emergency vet decides that the situation has progressed to an emergency, they can do the surgery right away in the night -- they have not just vet techs but full-fledged vets on hand all night.
I went to select the icon of me holding her as a baby and broke down utterly. Even though she is going to be fine. Because she is the dog and I am the monkey and I am in charge of her feeling good. And the vet (beloved of both myself and Ista, by the way -- awesome, awesome vet, at least with small dogs and talking to
mrissas) told me that we had done exactly the right thing, that if we'd called yesterday when she was slightly punky, they probably wouldn't have thought anything of it, and if we'd waited until tomorrow, she would have been much worse off, more dehydrated and hungrier and so on. Still. She is such a sweet little beast, and she has just gotten to be such a good puppy, and the problem here is that I have down time. Because if I was still dealing with everything with her, I would be in Cope Mode. But I have time to be upset, so I am.Also I forgot to take my SuperAdvil along to the allergist, and I was due for a dose at the end of the appointment and didn't actually get one until after Ista's appointment three hours later. This is actually still non-negligible.
I love our groomer, too. She saw me standing in the vet's waiting room without the pup and immediately said, "What's wrong with Ista?" She didn't have to fumble for the name or anything. And when Ista heard her voice out in the hall when we were in the exam room, she perked up her ears and wanted to go to Lisa. Which is a nice thing to have as part of our life in general.
All right. I'm going to go put a cool cloth on my face and then I'm going to do something useful so that I can regain Cope. Because everything is going to be fine, and part of how it's going to be fine is by me coping with things one at a time.
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Date: 2006-10-17 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-17 08:19 pm (UTC)All best wishes and good healing vibes to you both.
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Date: 2006-10-17 08:22 pm (UTC)I am glad to hear that she will be feeling better soon, and I hope that this never happens again. (I don't know enough about puppy anatomy to understand bowel obstructions and their formations.)
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Date: 2006-10-17 08:22 pm (UTC)That is a great emergency vet office, or was when I was there (Thanksgiving weekend, first time of hydrating cat with kidney failure, had to bail and employ experts, all of whom for some reason are in suburbs except the one in St. Paul which felt too likely to be hard to drive to; anyway, great vet office).
P.
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Date: 2006-10-17 08:55 pm (UTC)My own cat did not have to have a tooth out after all, and she is awake and fine, if sore about the gums from her teeth cleaning.
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Date: 2006-10-17 09:04 pm (UTC)Poor pup. I wish all of you the best of this awful situation. So do Haken and Deja.
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Date: 2006-10-17 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-17 09:30 pm (UTC)dare we blame the cheerio?
Date: 2006-10-17 11:40 pm (UTC)Guard-pup with built-in megaphone = dog startling herself with how loud she can be.
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Date: 2006-10-17 11:41 pm (UTC)*sends hopeful thoughts*
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Date: 2006-10-17 11:52 pm (UTC)I'm glad they know what's wrong and how to fix it. (I had a somewhat similar crisis with the Elder Statescat, years and years ago now, and I remember how Not Fun the whole thing is.)
Moral support from over here.
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Date: 2006-10-18 12:18 am (UTC)hugs to you all
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Date: 2006-10-18 01:58 am (UTC)JoB
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Date: 2006-10-18 10:46 am (UTC)You're a very brave monkey. *hugs the mrissa*