But not with drugs or alcohol =)
The first half of spring break was doctor's appointments and homework.
I saw a new urologist, and he figured out why I kept getting UTI/Bladder/Kidney infections. Apparently there's something physically wrong with my bladder. They put me on medication and had suggestions about changing my diet. If that doesn't work, they may have to do surgery.
Thursday morning I drove up to JCCC to take the math placement test. I was about half way there when my mom called to tell me that 'Seppe, my 5lbs yorkshire terrier had gotten into chocolate. She was going to take him to the vet and call once they knew something.
I took the test and got placed into a math class for the summer.
Got into town and visited 'Seppe. Apparently he had gotten into dark chocolate, which is the worst for dogs. The vet had given him hydrogene peroxide and morphine to try and induce vomiting. It didn't work, so they had him hooked up to a heart monitor, IV fluids and gave him activated charcoal. They informed up that the ammount of dark chocolate he had eaten could kill him. When I went to see him, he was so groggy from the morphine that he could barely stand. It broke my heart to see him like that. I left the vet's office and wanted to cry.
His vitals stayed steady through the day, but they wanted to transfer him to a pet trauma/emergency center in KC so that he could have monitoring through the night. They told us that it can take up to 18hrs for dogs to show symptoms of chocolate poisoning, and the 18hrs would've put him through to 4am. We checked him in to VSEC and then I went home to an anxiety-filled, sleepless night.
The internal medicine doctor called in the morning, and she had very good news. His heart rate had stayed steady through the night, he was alert and had eaten some dog food for them. They kind of laughed and said he was turning circles in his kennel. I had to explain that he does that when he's excited.
Anyway, they said he was fine to go home, so around 4pm yesterday I picked him up. He's at home now, happy and healthy. He's on a special, bland diet (1 part cottage cheese to 3 parts plain, cooked white rice --- ewww!) and we have to give him very small ammounts every 3 to 4 hours for two days (assuming he keeps it down, which he has so far). Also, they had to shave his paw/leg to put the IV in, and he keeps chewing/licking his leg, so I have to put hydrocortisone on it and wrap it every day.
It's deffinatly extra work, but I'm so grateful that he made it through. That dog kept me from attempting suicide on a few different occasions. If he wouldn't have been there, I probably would've done it...
But the weird thing about the situation? Now I understand how my family must've felt both times I overdosed and had been charcoaled, nearly unconcious and on heart monitors, with doctors telling them that I may have a heart attack. I get it now, and I never want to put them through that again, nor do I ever want to go through it again...
I'm grateful to be alive, and I'm grateful that 'Seppe is alive. Time to thank my higher power.
Tags: Happy Relieved Grateful
