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2/28/15 Dad Was Sick Last Night

We had a scary evening. Dad left for work in the morning with a cold and came home in the evening very sick. He was walking bent over because his back muscles were aching. Every time Dad sneezed, Mom and Jamie flinched.

Mom has been bugging Dad to go to the doctor but he refuses to go. Mom says Dad is going to make her a young(ish) widow. She’s not kidding around, either.

Mom and Jamie ran upstairs, turned down the covers, got Dad’s pajamas ready, turned on the vaporizer, and started the heating pad. Then Jamie came down and helped Dad get up the steps. Mom gave Dad some green medicine and helped him get in bed.

I knew Dad was sick so I jumped in bed next to him and snuggled with him all night. I figured he could use the extra body heat. So I stayed right by his side. Dad asked Mom why I was there and Mom said, “She’s trying to comfort you. She loves you and wants you to feel better. She knows something is wrong.” Dad pet me and said I was a good girl. Then we all fell asleep.

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Today Dad feels better. He says he’s going to the doctor but Mom has her doubts. He insists on going to work today but I wish he would stay home. I also wish humans wouldn’t be so silly. I always go to the Vet if I’m not feeling well. I’ll be on hand to take care of Dad when he comes home.

Woof! Love, Maggie

9/17/14 Update on Mom (A little bit graphic)

Hi all, Maggie here.  I’ve been guarding Mom constantly since she has mostly been in bed.  I don’t mind saying I enjoy my time on the human bed, but with Mom being sick, it’s not the same.

Mom asked me to share what happened and this is how it went.  On 9/11, Mom had what she called a “spot”.  She called a certain VA clinic in the area, and at that time was transferred to the “advice nurse” at a certain VA hospital.  The bottom line of this was the nurse told Mom if she got worse to call the doctor back.  In the evening, Mom started to bleed.  Heavily.  She called the local hospital and they told her she needed to discuss this with her doctor and to get in touch with her ASAP.  By now the clinic was closed.  Mom went to bed and put her feet up.  She seemed weak, and I guarded her all night.

At 7:30 a.m. on 9/12, Mom called the clinic and told them it was urgent that she speak to the doctor and why.  They took a message.  When, by 2:00, the doctor had not called, Mom called the VA hospital again to find out the whereabouts of her doctor, and the lady on the phone at that time told Mom, “I ought to slap you for not being in the ER”.  Mom was shocked.

Mom called Erik and asked for him to take her to the ER.  Erik quickly came over. By this time, Mom was really bleeding, dizzy, lightheaded, nauseated, dehydrated, with a migraine headache. Erik knew Mom would not make it an hour to the VA hospital so he took her to the local civilian hospital. I went into the crate with no problem because I knew something was up.

At the hospital, Mom was taken care of immediately. They gave her fluids, medication, and all sorts of tests.  A small fibroid tumor and a small cyst was found. There were other things, too, and the doctor told Mom that cancer was a big concern and that Mom had to follow up with the “lady doctor” ASAP and do not wait.  Since it was the weekend, Mom made the appointment for Monday, thinking the VA might call between Friday night and Monday morning.  But the VA STILL did not call.  So, Mom went to the lady doctor, who was very nice, and tried not to scare Mom, and scheduled something called, “surgery” for October 2.  Mom will find out if she has this cancer thing or not at that time.

In the meantime, Mom stopped the abnormal bleeding after about 5 days.  She is feeling stronger but still has some pain.  She has to go for blood work and pre-op tests, which means I will be spending some more time in the crate.  Everyone has been nice to her and has let her sleep.  I of course, am right there with her.  Mom can count on me.  I am glad Mom is feeling better, and we are all hoping for good news come October 2.  Thank you all for caring for Mom, and I hope this post was not too gory.  Thank you, and Woof! to everybody.

Love, Maggie

PS – the doctor still has not called, and Mom wrote them a very nasty letter.  -M.

9/27/13 Undercover Angel/House Devil

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Here I am, sleeping like an angel.  Move over, Mom!  Woof!

Whoever invented covers ought to get some kind of award.  They are the best things ever!  Now that I have found the covers, I don’t know how I ever got along without them.  Soooo comfy.

Mom was really sore at me, despite my leaving adorable pictures on her computer to soften her up. 

Jamie got sick in school today, and Mom had to run and grab him, and didn’t have time to put me in the crate since it was an emergency.  20 minutes flat and I destroyed the house.  I guess I still have my anxiety issues at separation. 

I don’t think Mom would have been so angry except that Jamie was ill and she had to deal with that, and on top of it I really left her a mess to clean.  She had just mopped the floors, too, and in hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best idea to toss the garbage can over.  But I didn’t realize Jamie was sick!  I thought Mom was just leaving me.  When Mom got Jamie home, I jumped into bed with him and rolled over so that the entire length of my body was pressing against him.  I wanted him to know that I was sorry he wasn’t feeling well.  I stayed with him until he got up.  Then we both had a snack and I sat with him on the couch.  I suppose Mom’s not too mad at me anymore, seeing as how I helped take care of Jamie.

Speaking of snacks, here’s a recipe for dog treats that was suggested by Far Fetched Friends (www.farfetchedfriends.wordpress.com):

 Homemade Dog Treat Recipe
Peanut Butter Puppy Poppers

2 cups whole-wheat flour
1 tbsp. baking powder
1 cup peanut butter (chunky or smooth)
1 cup milk

Preheat oven to 375’F. In a bowl, combine flour and baking powder. In another bowl, mix peanut butter and milk, then add to dry ingredients and mix well. Place dough on a lightly floured surface and knead. Roll dough to 1/4 inch thickness and use a cookie cutter to cut out shapes. Bake for 20 minutes on a greased baking sheet until lightly brown. Cool on a rack, then store in an airtight container.  

When Mom bakes the treats, she’s going to post a picture!  That is, when I’m out of the doghouse!

Woof!

Love, Maggie

 

 

 

9/15/13 Through Sickness and In Health…

I’ve never actually witnessed Mom getting a migraine until today.  I guess that’s good, considering I’ve been living here since May.  At 6:00 a.m. Human Standard Time, Mom crawled out of bed and groped her way to the bathroom.  I won’t go into details, but I found her on all fours sweating, shaking, and doing what I usually do on the carpet (not pooping).  I stayed with Mom and licked some sweat off her brow.  She took some medicine and went back to bed, but the migraine did not crack for seven human hours.

Jamie ran back and forth, fetching Gatorade, cold washcloths, and fluffing pillows.  I stayed next to Mom the entire time; I didn’t even leave to get up to go to out.  I stayed with Mom until she stopped shaking and heaving and sweating.  When she was better (she says the roots of her hair still hurt a bit) and got up to go to the kitchen, I ran outside.  Then I came back in to see if she would give me a scrap of her dry white toast (Elwood Blues style).  She did.  It was better than the tortilla the other day.

Dogs love you unconditionally, in sickness and in health.  Pitbulls are known as the “nanny dog” and I think I know why.  I can’t explain it, but I wouldn’t have left Mom’s side for anything while she was sick.  Mom says if it wasn’t for Jamie and me, she’d have had to go to the hospital.  It’s been exhausting taking care of her!  But I’d do it again.

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And now time for a well-deserved rest!  Woof!  

Love, Maggie the Nurse Dog