Where to start this month? After the Triple Crown excitement, I sat down to write in my blog a million times and it never really happened. The second half of June was insane for me, as I continued with my "to move or not to move" dilemma, and I really felt like further lamenting over the difficulty of the decision would just get redundant. And even though I have been meaning to write about some of the really interesting cases we've seen lately, particularly ones that have highlighted the human/animal bond, I really couldn't focus beyond the elephant in the room.
So I postponed blogging, and saved the whole two people that read this blog from my indecision, because indecision basically sucks! I'm pretty sure that stressing over whether or not to move is what landed me in the doctors office, then in the radiology department drinking barium for the cameras while they checked for ulcers. I feel like I have officially worked in a veterinary clinic for way to long, because I found the whole process extremely amusing. I joked with the technician that this must be my punishment for all the times I'd forced barium down dogs and cats, then x-rayed them every couple of hours. She found it hilarious that animals would even take barium, and continued to joke around throughout the procedure. "Hey, don't bite me when I hand you this," and, "Don't make me have to hold you still!" I got more of the same from the PA and his assistant- joking, sympathy and reassurance that whatever was wrong could surely be fixed. I really appreciate medical professionals that act that way; leaving that dry, impartial stuff to the side and making the patient comfortable. When the people can offer a comfortable environment, hospitals are a lot less scary.
Just a couple of days and just a couple of doses of stomach medication later, I noticed a sore on my Kody's nose. I didn't get terribly excited until two days later, when he had a bloody sneezing fit followed by coughing. He winced in pain when I felt around on his nose for swelling. Immediately, I FREAKED OUT that he must have a squamous cell carcinoma in his nose, and that my biggest nightmare had come true. (Yes, I do get hysterical when it comes to my animals!) Well, a million X-Rays, a throat culture and a nasal culture later reveled no tumors. (Yay! Yay! Yay!) The cultures revealed MRSA in his nose and throat, which is something I potentially brought home from the clinic and exposed him to, and requires a very long, specific antibiotic treatment. Oh, the guilt!
So, here we are on June 29th. Unless something dramatic happens, I will be putting my two month notice in on this apartment the day after tomorrow. Having the decision to relocate irrevocably made will be a huge load off of my mind.
Except for arranging the move, looking for a job, packing........................
A very stressful month, indeed!
3 responses:
CONGRATS on making a decision! That's the hardest part - now everything will fall into place.
And speaking as one of your loyal readers, I am glad to know that you're doing ok! I have been worried!
Love ya!
Good to have you back. Sounds like you had a real odyssey on your way to this decision. Let us know how we can help.
Peace,
Pennsy
YOU GOT AN ELEPHANT??!
COOL!
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