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My life lately feels like a soap opera. It can stop now.
Monday the vet called, or rather, the substitute vet called. They hadn't gotten enough blood for the coagulation study on Saturday and if we wanted Squeakers spayed on Tuesday, I had to get her in before mid-afternoon. I was angry. The sub-vet knew I was angry. I mentioned that the whole reason I interrupted my finals study on Saturday was so I wouldn't have to miss work to get her in for the test. She apologized. It was just before lunch so I told my boss I might have to take an extended lunch and why. He was cool with that. His dog is having some chronic problems, too. I called Eric just in case he needed to escape from work but he was buried with work. He suggested they keep her overnight for her spay the next day. When I got her there, they agreed to do that at no extra charge. I felt bad leaving her overnight, poor scared baby! But by doing that I only extended my lunch hour by five minutes.
Yesterday morning I called about 10:30 to see if the test came back OK. It did. They were going ahead with the spay. I asked about pickup time and they said they were keeping her overnight. That's policy. OK. We pick her up tonight. I called Eric and gave him the news. He'd planned to go get her after his dentist appointment. Now I'll go get her after work tonight.
Yesterday afternoon at 3:30 PM I was working as part of a team changing a department's print server to a newer server by going to each PC and doing a few things when my cell phone rang. It was my mom. She said she'd fallen in the garage about 10:30 AM and hurt her "good" knee. She tried to ice it and let it get better but it was getting much worse. She wanted me to take her to Emergency after work. I told her I was coming now. She tried to get me to wait and then she moved and gasped in pain. No, I was leaving now, I told her. Before I got past "My mom fell" they all told me "Go."
She was still in her nightgown and had her walker with her. She was grateful to have it. I found clothes for her and helped her dress. She wanted to wash up and insisted on going into the bathroom to do that. It was 4:30 PM before we headed out the door. Rush hour. Bleh.
I stopped at Patient Drop-Off and got a wheelchair for her then took her inside. The door sills at the Emergency are a very bad design. They have a very steep one inch incline on the outside and are gradual on the inside. The wheelchairs they provide have hard plastic wheels that jam against that steep little sill and stop. It was very hard to get her over the sill. I hurt myself a bit doing it.
They got her right in to my surprise. I was expecting hours of waiting. The triage nurse sent us to X-Ray. The only way we knew to get there was to go outside and back in. The door sill near X-Ray was the same design. Mom suggested a running start. I tried that at an angle thinking one wheel at a time would be easier. Wrong. It really twisted me when it jammed at the sill and shook Mom up a bit. I'm hurt. I complained to the X-Ray guy. He shrugged.
There was quite a bit of waiting there. Mom sent me to pick up some prescriptions she'd called in while we waited. She was gone when I got back. She appeared a few minutes later. Back to ER. This time I asked a volunteer and there ARE internal doors. She opened them for me. I told her about the dangerous door sills. She said, "Oh dear!"
They treated Mom again right away and sent us for pain meds. That took about an hour.
She bought me dinner on the way home and we ate at her house. I uncovered the guest bed because she knows she can't get out of her waterbed with her knee like this. Then I did the sink full of dishes for her.
My sister is out of town. I'll be checking in with Mom a couple times a day for the next while.
Got home to the news that Baby came through surgery just fine and that she was in heat. We knew that.
Monday the vet called, or rather, the substitute vet called. They hadn't gotten enough blood for the coagulation study on Saturday and if we wanted Squeakers spayed on Tuesday, I had to get her in before mid-afternoon. I was angry. The sub-vet knew I was angry. I mentioned that the whole reason I interrupted my finals study on Saturday was so I wouldn't have to miss work to get her in for the test. She apologized. It was just before lunch so I told my boss I might have to take an extended lunch and why. He was cool with that. His dog is having some chronic problems, too. I called Eric just in case he needed to escape from work but he was buried with work. He suggested they keep her overnight for her spay the next day. When I got her there, they agreed to do that at no extra charge. I felt bad leaving her overnight, poor scared baby! But by doing that I only extended my lunch hour by five minutes.
Yesterday morning I called about 10:30 to see if the test came back OK. It did. They were going ahead with the spay. I asked about pickup time and they said they were keeping her overnight. That's policy. OK. We pick her up tonight. I called Eric and gave him the news. He'd planned to go get her after his dentist appointment. Now I'll go get her after work tonight.
Yesterday afternoon at 3:30 PM I was working as part of a team changing a department's print server to a newer server by going to each PC and doing a few things when my cell phone rang. It was my mom. She said she'd fallen in the garage about 10:30 AM and hurt her "good" knee. She tried to ice it and let it get better but it was getting much worse. She wanted me to take her to Emergency after work. I told her I was coming now. She tried to get me to wait and then she moved and gasped in pain. No, I was leaving now, I told her. Before I got past "My mom fell" they all told me "Go."
She was still in her nightgown and had her walker with her. She was grateful to have it. I found clothes for her and helped her dress. She wanted to wash up and insisted on going into the bathroom to do that. It was 4:30 PM before we headed out the door. Rush hour. Bleh.
I stopped at Patient Drop-Off and got a wheelchair for her then took her inside. The door sills at the Emergency are a very bad design. They have a very steep one inch incline on the outside and are gradual on the inside. The wheelchairs they provide have hard plastic wheels that jam against that steep little sill and stop. It was very hard to get her over the sill. I hurt myself a bit doing it.
They got her right in to my surprise. I was expecting hours of waiting. The triage nurse sent us to X-Ray. The only way we knew to get there was to go outside and back in. The door sill near X-Ray was the same design. Mom suggested a running start. I tried that at an angle thinking one wheel at a time would be easier. Wrong. It really twisted me when it jammed at the sill and shook Mom up a bit. I'm hurt. I complained to the X-Ray guy. He shrugged.
There was quite a bit of waiting there. Mom sent me to pick up some prescriptions she'd called in while we waited. She was gone when I got back. She appeared a few minutes later. Back to ER. This time I asked a volunteer and there ARE internal doors. She opened them for me. I told her about the dangerous door sills. She said, "Oh dear!"
They treated Mom again right away and sent us for pain meds. That took about an hour.
She bought me dinner on the way home and we ate at her house. I uncovered the guest bed because she knows she can't get out of her waterbed with her knee like this. Then I did the sink full of dishes for her.
My sister is out of town. I'll be checking in with Mom a couple times a day for the next while.
Got home to the news that Baby came through surgery just fine and that she was in heat. We knew that.
