Friday, December 19, 2014

'Tis the Season to Sleep in Heavenly Peace

This morning I rolled over at 6:01AM. I wasn't expecting to get much more sleep as the kids would be up soon and it's a constant circus outside my door with the puppy in tow before school now.

But I did.

I slept.

I slept a lot.

I woke at 9:56AM. I had to check a second clock just to be sure. How could this happen? I haven't slept a solid 4 hours in years, let alone into the morning like this!  And on Housekeeper day of all days! They were going to show up within the hour and I had not showered, eaten, or done any treatments. Normal treatments alone, take 1 hour.

I walked around the house, looking for the dog, remembering the crate was in the garage today, so the housekeepers can get around it in the kitchen. I thought, "Wow! Mozzi is being so quiet! Maybe she finally fell asleep in her crate." I noticed it was quite wet on our patio so it must have been raining quite hard.  I walked around some more frantically putting things away and assessing what had to absolutely be done in the next 30 minutes. I decided on getting dressed, putting my hair back up, a quick shot of Xopenex nebulizer, and eating, if there is time.

After deciding getting dressed was priority number 1 I listened to the rain fall outside my window. Then it started pouring and hitting the window quite hard. I didn't even know it was supposed to rain today.

I was all dressed and ready to start some Xopenex.

Then I heard Mozzi cry.

I went looking for her cry and it wasn't coming from the garage. It was coming from outdoors. OMG She'd been outdoors for two hours. In a cast. In the rain. Doh!

I pulled the sopping wet mutt into the house. I dried her with two towels because she was soaked from head to toe. The towel was still soaking up water from her cast after about 10 minutes, and she was dry everywhere else so I called the vet. Off to the vet we go again! I had to put her cone of shame in the dryer b/c it was so wet I thought it was going to give her an ear infection if she kept it on. I wrapped her up in a towel and drove to the vet with her on my lap. I carried her inside and she was whisked away immediately. They were waiting for us.

I got a good talking to by the vet technician and the vet himself, as if I didn't know the cast was supposed to remain dry. Apparently her leg showed signs of being rubbed in the knee area and her toes were showing signs they had been wet on multiple occasions, which was news to me. She can get fungus (athletes foot) if her leg is not kept completely dry for the duration of the cast. Good news is the impromptu x-ray showed improvement in her fracture. The way she's been bounding around the house, it's no wonder. Best news is the new cast only cost me 20 bucks.

Now it's the last day of school for the twins and Tom was coming home with a couple extra friends. It was also a half day. The vet appointment took nearly an hour and I was starving. I had to bring Mozzi to the store to get a sandwich. I decided the best place to put her was to strap her into Abby's car seat, the 5 point harness kind. So new cast and all, she was strapped into place, whining all the way. She stopped whining when she realized she could look out the window.

I made a mad dash into Raley's for some grub and headed back out to the car. Moz was still in the car seat and she hadn't eaten her cast or the car seat straps. Success! She hadn't even peed on the seat. Double success.

I rolled into my driveway and the housekeepers car wasn't there. I thought, oh no! Did they forget to come? No, I'd actually been gone for over 90 minutes and they had come and gone! I got home 20 minutes before the kids. Time to spare! Whew!

I watched Mozzi carefully the rest of the day, keeping her away from the busy boys running amuck in the house, so she wouldn't run after them and potentially hurt her leg again. Boy oh boy, it's been a long day.

So why was Mozzi outside in the first place? Because it wasn't raining when Paul left for work at 8:15 and he knows that I usually get up around that same time. It was just some fluke that it deluged on the day we left her outside AND I slept two extra hours, like a teenager on Christmas Break.

Only 1-3 more weeks with this cast thing! Poor Moz.

Friday, October 31, 2014

The Not so Normal Annual Physical

Yesterday was the twins 10 year check up. If Tom thought getting the tetanus shot was going to be the worst part, boy was he wrong.

The doc starts his normal routine and finally gets to looking into the ears. Then he says, "Hmm." Followed by silence.

Doc: "Tom is there any reason you would have something green stuck in your ear."

Me: "He's an avid soccer player and it's quite possible there's grass in there."

Doc:"Mom, this is not grass. Come and take a look."

Me: "Gasp! Nope that's certainly not grass."

So the doc gets some special equipment that looked like a long flexible tube with a bulb on the back of it. He places it deep into Tom's ear and presses on the bulb, thus creating a small bubble behind the blockage and in theory he would drag the object out. Tom was screaming in pain. The doctor said since he does not use q-tips (which are NOT ADVISED) he has a very sensitive ear canal. So we were sent home with a prescription for ear numbing drops and told to have Tom lie on his left side as much as possible, adding ear drops a few times a day and eventually it will fall out. If that doesn't happen in a week we were to go see an ENT doctor.

After coming home, using the drops and irrigating the crap out of his ear with sterile normal saline nothing was coming out. Tom was convinced this was going to ruin his halloween even though it was not painful and he did not feel it in there.

I ended up calling the Sutter Urgent Care and asked if they had the ability to pull things out of ears. There was a young, full of energy doctor, Dr. Lai, who said, "It's my favorite thing to do!"

The check in process was horrible. For some reason I had to fill out paperwork after paperwork as they did not have Tom in the system, though he's been seen by Sutter doctors since he was an infant. Once that hour of paper work was done things happened pretty fast. They called us back and Tom got set up in this large chair with big lights on top. Dr. Lai comes bounding into the room to take a look. Boy was she excited!

She said there was definitely a foreign green object stuck deep in Tom's ear. She found her tools, the alligator forceps and then called for an audience, "Come on boys!" and two more white coat doctors came in to watch the show. They all took a look first and then Dr. Lai got down to business. It took her less than ten seconds to send the alligator forceps in, pinch the green object, and pull it out. Then everyone wanted to look at it! She paraded it around the office and then dumped it into a trash can.

We're still not sure if it was crayon or oil pastels or even play dough! Oddly though, one week ago Tom's class was working with green oil pastels. Tom is either too embarrassed to admit what happened, or he just doesn't remember. When was the last time anyone looked in his ears anyway? Could have been a year ago at his 9 year old check up. So there's no telling how long this object was lodged in his ear canal except that there was no irritation and no infection, leading us to believe it was probably in there for a short period of time.

And that is the story of the green crayon in my 10 year old's ear.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Orion: November 23, 2000 - September 15, 2014

Paul and I took Orion to the vet yesterday morning to have him euthanized. We had been talking about it for a couple of weeks but Tom was so upset and didn't want us to "just take him to the vet and have the vet kill him!"

By Friday last week Tom was ok with spending one last weekend with Orion and then saying goodbye on Monday morning. The kids went off to school and we took Orion to the vet around 9:30AM.

I had never been in the room with a dog was euthanized before. It kind of caught me by surprise. The vet said he would get sleepy with the first half of the syringe and then he would stop breathing with the second half of the syringe (overdose).

We finally got him into a laying down position but since Orion is Orion he was far more interested as to what the vet was doing with that syringe, so his head was up. She was 3/4 of the way through the syringe and he was still bright eyed and sniffing her hand. I joked that he must have my tolerance to sedatives. We should have used a horse tranquilizer!

Anyway, it was completely sudden and unexpected he didn't get sleepy he just dropped dead and his head fell from an up position and flopped backward onto the floor kind of hard, but he was gone by the time his head hit the ground. I just kept staring into his eyes. They looked different. I closed his eyes before we left the room, we just left him lying there by himself.  I hope the vet came back soon to wrap him up and take him away. I'm not going to lie. It was hard to watch but I'm glad I was there.

Poor Orion had been reduced to hardly eating, lost 30 pounds in the last year, could barely walk, and had now bowel or bladder control. He'd often just pee or poop where he was lying down because it was too much work to get up. Or he'd walk to the back door and then trip and fall into a sitting position before he could get to the grass and he'd just pee on himself because he couldn't get up. This happened more and more in the last month. I hadn't seen him truly wag his tail in happiness in several months and he certainly didn't care if I pet him or not. He used to nudge me if I stopped petting him, but he just didn't care anymore.

The way Abby reacted was so different from Tom. I asked Abby if she noticed who was missing after school and she said, "Well, I noticed Orion was missing when I sat down to do homework. Now after the housekeepers come and vacuum up his hair we are going to have the cleanest house for a long time!"  Orion's hair would get everywhere. She helped me clean up some food and water bowls so we can freecycle them later this week.

Tom on the other hand, ran to his room but tried not to let me see he was crying. I gave him the picture that was on our bookcase, it's a small frame in the shape of a dog and it has a small photo of Tom around 3 years old leaning onto Orion's back. He took that frame to his room. Then he came into my room long after bed time and asked what did I do with Orion's dog collar. I guess he was upset I had already thrown away one of the dog beds. I told him it was on top of the fridge and if he wanted it he could have it, it still smells like Orion's shampoo.

RIP Orion You certainly gave us a run for our money these last 14 years.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Low Card the Band

Last night was "Off the chain!!!!" as Mel B. would say. (Anyone AGT fan?)

I went to go see Paul's band play their first real gig at The Boardwalk in Orangevale. There were seven bands playing and Paul's band was sixth to go on. The significance of this is that:

1. I was out of the house
2. On a Thursday night
3. On purpose
4. Past 6pm.

The name of Paul's band is Low Card. And they rocked the house! I didn't get home until midnight but it was so worth it, once in a lifetime to see this band's first real gig.

Here are some pics I took at the bar.