Dog-like substance was delivered earlier this morning.
Cats have scattered, returned, scattered and perched, been watchful, wary, and weirded-out.
Somewhere around 7AM the kids pulled into the driveway, running behind schedule and concerned with leaving their pup in the care of someone else who may - or may not - keep him from harm. They didn't say so, but I knew it was an issue for them. Ted has stayed with us in the past - overnight, even - but that was before recent events, so the kids are understandably nervous.
A little history -
Several weeks ago Teddy was with the other dog grandparents for a long weekend, and when they got home from church they found that he had gotten into a hazardous situation involving a bottle of fish oil pills. Yup, an entire bottle of fish oil (meant for humans), left where the opportunistic Ted could get his muzzle on it. And, boy howdy, did he make a job out of it; not even a few pills escaped his notice. By the time the g'rents arrived home, Ted was beginning to exhibit signs of toxic proportions, but nothing was done to get him care at a vet's office.
Time was of the essence but the errant parents made no move to get Teddy help - and it would be hours before the kids found out something had happened. Hours that could make a difference for their beloved pooch. Hours that would determine Ted's long-term health prognosis.
B&A returned to find their lovely pooch had been fairly ucky for a while, were made aware he had ingested 'some' fish oil pills, and knew his poops were growing 'schloopy', so they grabbed up the sweet pup and made plans for how to prep him for what they figured would be eventual diarrhea.
During hair trimming, Ted began the horrendous vomiting which signaled a violent turn in the toxic mess to come. There was blood mixed with other matter, and with each successive puke there was more blood. Bud tried to remain calm (while asking for a pair of clean socks), and helped a somewhat frantic Angela with 'what next'.
Even though she works in a vet surg' arena, it's a whole other ballgame when the patient is actually your baby.
I believe they were both panicky to a degree, but they managed to find an emergency vet close to home, and to get the three of them there in one piece. From that point on it was finding out what was going on, what might happen next, and making choices on how to proceed. By this time it was closing in on midnight, and they were faced with some challenging decisions. It was far too late to give Teddy ipecac, so waiting and treating was pretty well the order of things for the immediate future.
Ted was terribly dehydrated and a mess at both ends, so he was left with the vet and the kids went home for anxious hours and fitful sleep. The waiting game involved possible aspiration of vomit, which could result in pneumonia.
That was immediate issue numero uno point-B. Numero uno Point-A was the dehydration, and helping to stop the Mount Vesuvius-ness of Ted at the 'in hole' and the 'out hole.' Once released, he was on a course of meds to help flush the toxins from his liver and kidneys (and at the very least, hopefully mitigate the damage to an extent), but it's all still a wait-and-see sort of thing. Had the parents reacted with a call to poison control, or a trip to their vet as soon as they found he had ingested so much of the fish oil, things could have been set in motion to keep Ted from such a serious, and life-threatening ordeal. But you can't go back.
It can take up to a year to find out if he will develop pancreatitis from the extreme amount of fish oil ingested (which would bring with it a horde of additional health issues). Worse yet, he is now at a much higher risk of becoming diabetic, and that won't be evident immediately, either. For the time being, Ted is doing well, and is more like his old pre-fish oil self.
History aside, Karl and I are large and in charge today, and I find myself surrounded by boys.
Furry boys, antsy boys, nervous boys, hissy boys, and displaced boys. Round, skinny, bristling, and tall boys... and I love 'em all. Let's see what the day brings, shall we? Have fun at Yuma-con, B&A.
What's on your calendar?
11.04.2017
10.15.2017
Ostrichotitus
Funny (odd) how the human mind works. Then, you couple it with the 'heart' (the emotional side of our brain) and you find conflict. Add the psyche (still more brain stuff) and you come up with a crock pot full of "Whoa. What have you done?... "What were you thinking?"... "WTF?"
Prior to Christmas (one year ago) I was going to head up to a friend's place to help them finish prepping their domicile for the arrival of family. I was supposed to receive a phone call the night before, letting me know what time to be there the next day; but the phone call didn't come. In my infinite realm of being a horrible human - not to mention, the world's biggest disappointment to others (my entire life) - I assumed that that was a hint aimed at me. The next day, the hint became an enormous message (in my mind) when the silence extended itself throughout the entire day and on into the evening.
Rather than call and ask my friend if they were alright, I let it go, believing I was reading the message loud and clear. A 'message' that probably wasn't there, but that I most definitely read as an "I don't want you around" sort of thing. If you spent any time at all stumbling around in my brain pan, you would know this was an easy conclusion for me to reach.
The surest path.
Common sense.
I have 'a gift,' you see.
My 'gift' has been put to great use lo these past several decades, and as I have gotten older my 'gift' has become more finely honed and excessively refined.
Razor sharp.
Infallible.
That phone call from my friend that never came... yeah, I let that tip my emotional scales to become nearly two months of self-imposed exile. I reasoned that it was all obvious simple math; that 'one' (my friend) added with other 'ones' (1+1+1+1...), and that became lots of reasons why I should vanish from life. I pulled into my shell and remained cloistered and reclusive for weeks. I tucked myself in and locked up good and tight against everything and everyone, and remained untouchable and impervious to any more slights and outright injuries - perceived or otherwise. I had been on my own for so long, it just seemed the natural next step.
After all, I wasn't hurting anybody... else.
In fact, my gift has most likely become the largest impediment in my bag of tricks; the single most utilized implement of destruction which keeps me from enjoying more of that part of life I so badly miss and want to take part in - people stuff. Life itself.
I activated the gift to protect myself, my heart, my feelings, my self from damage and rejection, but it's only served to insulate me in a 'bass-ackward' fashion. I've become so used to reading the signs bass-ackwardly, that I am afraid I have become quite adept at sabotaging my life before giving anything a chance. All those things I want to take part in - all of the things I could have included myself in, but held back from, because I knew rejection would be the first thing dished out - has all been lost opportunity and wasted life.
The long and the short of it is:
I wonder if I can undo the damage from so many years of incorrect intuitive behavior, and begin practicing more self-inclusiveness? Can I get to a place where I don't wait for direct invitations, but don't shut myself off out of fear, either; automatically assuming abject rejection is one breath - one answer - away. Can a lifetime of conditioning be reversed?
Prior to Christmas (one year ago) I was going to head up to a friend's place to help them finish prepping their domicile for the arrival of family. I was supposed to receive a phone call the night before, letting me know what time to be there the next day; but the phone call didn't come. In my infinite realm of being a horrible human - not to mention, the world's biggest disappointment to others (my entire life) - I assumed that that was a hint aimed at me. The next day, the hint became an enormous message (in my mind) when the silence extended itself throughout the entire day and on into the evening.
Rather than call and ask my friend if they were alright, I let it go, believing I was reading the message loud and clear. A 'message' that probably wasn't there, but that I most definitely read as an "I don't want you around" sort of thing. If you spent any time at all stumbling around in my brain pan, you would know this was an easy conclusion for me to reach.
The surest path.
Common sense.
I have 'a gift,' you see.
My 'gift' has been put to great use lo these past several decades, and as I have gotten older my 'gift' has become more finely honed and excessively refined.
Razor sharp.
Infallible.
That phone call from my friend that never came... yeah, I let that tip my emotional scales to become nearly two months of self-imposed exile. I reasoned that it was all obvious simple math; that 'one' (my friend) added with other 'ones' (1+1+1+1...), and that became lots of reasons why I should vanish from life. I pulled into my shell and remained cloistered and reclusive for weeks. I tucked myself in and locked up good and tight against everything and everyone, and remained untouchable and impervious to any more slights and outright injuries - perceived or otherwise. I had been on my own for so long, it just seemed the natural next step.
After all, I wasn't hurting anybody... else.
In fact, my gift has most likely become the largest impediment in my bag of tricks; the single most utilized implement of destruction which keeps me from enjoying more of that part of life I so badly miss and want to take part in - people stuff. Life itself.
I activated the gift to protect myself, my heart, my feelings, my self from damage and rejection, but it's only served to insulate me in a 'bass-ackward' fashion. I've become so used to reading the signs bass-ackwardly, that I am afraid I have become quite adept at sabotaging my life before giving anything a chance. All those things I want to take part in - all of the things I could have included myself in, but held back from, because I knew rejection would be the first thing dished out - has all been lost opportunity and wasted life.
The long and the short of it is:
I wonder if I can undo the damage from so many years of incorrect intuitive behavior, and begin practicing more self-inclusiveness? Can I get to a place where I don't wait for direct invitations, but don't shut myself off out of fear, either; automatically assuming abject rejection is one breath - one answer - away. Can a lifetime of conditioning be reversed?
A brief recap
...followed by (no doubt) a lot of extra catch-up stuff.
Hello, once again!
I did say that entries would be hit or miss for a while, and I did promise (myself more than the lot of you) to try and be more upbeat in my writing, too (but that was all, what... over a year ago?). So, here's me, feeling a bit more buoyed and a tad more hopeful in sharing a somewhat cheerier self.
The job market may be on the uptick, but employers seem to be stuck in 'stupid mode'. I am stuck in the data entry job I won back at the beginning of 2016; come early January I will have been there two years. While immensely grateful to have the job, I need a place to work with a job that will allow me to do what it is I can do, very well, and to the benefit of my employer.
No, I do not have a Bachelor Degree, but what the heck would an administrative position require of a BS? The expectation of employers for job seekers to hold sheepskin that will never be used on the job is asinine. Try hiring someone with years of experience, not years of schooling.
Other things -
I've been s l o w l y working a high protein, low-to-no grain, limited ingredient moist food into Odin's wet helpings over the last several months. It is the same 'hi-pro, lo-to-no, LI' food we are feeding Booker, and the hope is to eventually be able to wean Odin off of his very expensive prescription food and have him eating a more easily obtained (and more affordable) diet. He may always have to have his special prescription crunchy chow, but my thought is he will be able to handle an over the counter canned food by the end of the year! So far, so good. His intestines are processing it better than before. and if we see an issue with his body not being able to adjust to an increase at any time, the amount fed goes backwards until he stabilizes and his poos are back to normal.
The only real trouble is keeping Odin away from Booker's crunchy food, and Booker from eating any of Odin's kibble.
The twins are also bonding in big and little ways. Odin walked up to Book, who was reclining on the floor, they sniffed one another, then Booker lowered his head just a bit and Odin licked the big fella between the ears. Much more of their romping and play is also being done in full view of us humans, too.
Karl is doing well enough in his ethics course, but must get moving with the one long writing assignment he has. The first deadline is quickly approaching, with no wiggle room to speak of.
We are walking a little more regularly (Karl and myself), which is a very necessary activity. This past week I arrived home after work to find Karl had left the house on his own! He walked to a friend's house, roughly ten blocks away, and then on to the dollar store - over a mile away... in one direction!
A few weeks back I fell down some stairs in a workplace stairwell, spraining my right hand and ankle, and bruising my left hip and buttocks; it was an amazing bounce down five steps. I am no longer wearing the wrist brace, but still massaging the wrist and thumb. I've even begun stitching on my CQs again!
Yesterday was one long, rainy day. I'm not certain about how much of the state received rainfall, but my house was rained on from 8AM until midnight, with a forty-five minute break right around 8:30PM.
Maybe you could let me know what's happening in your life.
Hello, once again!
I did say that entries would be hit or miss for a while, and I did promise (myself more than the lot of you) to try and be more upbeat in my writing, too (but that was all, what... over a year ago?). So, here's me, feeling a bit more buoyed and a tad more hopeful in sharing a somewhat cheerier self.
The job market may be on the uptick, but employers seem to be stuck in 'stupid mode'. I am stuck in the data entry job I won back at the beginning of 2016; come early January I will have been there two years. While immensely grateful to have the job, I need a place to work with a job that will allow me to do what it is I can do, very well, and to the benefit of my employer.
No, I do not have a Bachelor Degree, but what the heck would an administrative position require of a BS? The expectation of employers for job seekers to hold sheepskin that will never be used on the job is asinine. Try hiring someone with years of experience, not years of schooling.
Other things -
I've been s l o w l y working a high protein, low-to-no grain, limited ingredient moist food into Odin's wet helpings over the last several months. It is the same 'hi-pro, lo-to-no, LI' food we are feeding Booker, and the hope is to eventually be able to wean Odin off of his very expensive prescription food and have him eating a more easily obtained (and more affordable) diet. He may always have to have his special prescription crunchy chow, but my thought is he will be able to handle an over the counter canned food by the end of the year! So far, so good. His intestines are processing it better than before. and if we see an issue with his body not being able to adjust to an increase at any time, the amount fed goes backwards until he stabilizes and his poos are back to normal.
The only real trouble is keeping Odin away from Booker's crunchy food, and Booker from eating any of Odin's kibble.
The twins are also bonding in big and little ways. Odin walked up to Book, who was reclining on the floor, they sniffed one another, then Booker lowered his head just a bit and Odin licked the big fella between the ears. Much more of their romping and play is also being done in full view of us humans, too.
Karl is doing well enough in his ethics course, but must get moving with the one long writing assignment he has. The first deadline is quickly approaching, with no wiggle room to speak of.
We are walking a little more regularly (Karl and myself), which is a very necessary activity. This past week I arrived home after work to find Karl had left the house on his own! He walked to a friend's house, roughly ten blocks away, and then on to the dollar store - over a mile away... in one direction!
A few weeks back I fell down some stairs in a workplace stairwell, spraining my right hand and ankle, and bruising my left hip and buttocks; it was an amazing bounce down five steps. I am no longer wearing the wrist brace, but still massaging the wrist and thumb. I've even begun stitching on my CQs again!
Yesterday was one long, rainy day. I'm not certain about how much of the state received rainfall, but my house was rained on from 8AM until midnight, with a forty-five minute break right around 8:30PM.
Maybe you could let me know what's happening in your life.
2.19.2017
What is it about life?
Along the way from where you entered your life and where it comes to an end, I hope you:
- find/found reasons to appreciate your family
- accumulate(d) friends and amass(ed) memories
- enjoy(ed) the unbridled, no-strings love of a pet - hopefully more than once in your lifetime
- learn(ed) what you needed to know (and used it well)
- strive/strove to remain curious and open to all of life's lessons
- stand/stood up for someone incapable of standing up for themselves
- experience(d) a protective guiding force of your own when it is/was most needed
- own(ed) a completely comfortable pair of shoes, jeans, and an over-sized sweater
- teach/taught yourself a skill, and then pass(ed) it down to another eager student
- excel(led) at something you enjoy(ed)
- understand/understood the power of belief and prayer
- practice(d) patience, kindness, empathy, teaching, giving and receiving, sharing
- share(d) the road and drive/drove like a citizen of a larger community... and not a total asshole
- share(d) a secret 'family' recipe
- share(d) your crayons
- share(d) happiness
- share(d) yourself
- find/found contentment
- love(d); found love, gave love, received love, enjoyed love, learned from love
Go and live your life, and peace be with you ~
1.01.2017
Laughing all the way
Sun is shining.
Sky is blue.
It's far from 50*F outdoors, which is alright, since I have no immediate plans for heading outside.
The cats are napping, and Karl is bellowing indignantly at unseen faces online. These are 'friends' he plays games with via the internet. Friends who (I believe) understand his short fuse and bring him into games purely to incite a meltdown. Whatever else may be at the crux of the invitations, it's quite clear their true intentions are not friendly.
He came out to the kitchen for a glass of water after angrily peeling his headset off and slamming it onto the desktop.
"If you're that upset, find another game to play. Nothing says you have to play that game," I reason.
He turns, deadpan and earnest, visually slapping me with a disgusted facial expression.
Unwilling to receive a millisecond more of his anti-social withering stare I turn away and busy myself with my cup of steeping tea. Karl begins to lumber out of the kitchen and back towards his room (and all of that unbelievable fun he is enduring).
"I mean it's not as if they are holding a gun to your head," I add, as the distance between us grows.
He stopped mid-lurch and heaved a sigh in my direction. No. He threw that completely palpable sigh at my head - like a brick - and then continued to his room, where he carried on with his fun and games.
Seriously, he sighed at me with gale force gusto. Was that called for?
Sky is blue.
It's far from 50*F outdoors, which is alright, since I have no immediate plans for heading outside.
The cats are napping, and Karl is bellowing indignantly at unseen faces online. These are 'friends' he plays games with via the internet. Friends who (I believe) understand his short fuse and bring him into games purely to incite a meltdown. Whatever else may be at the crux of the invitations, it's quite clear their true intentions are not friendly.
He came out to the kitchen for a glass of water after angrily peeling his headset off and slamming it onto the desktop.
"If you're that upset, find another game to play. Nothing says you have to play that game," I reason.
He turns, deadpan and earnest, visually slapping me with a disgusted facial expression.
Unwilling to receive a millisecond more of his anti-social withering stare I turn away and busy myself with my cup of steeping tea. Karl begins to lumber out of the kitchen and back towards his room (and all of that unbelievable fun he is enduring).
"I mean it's not as if they are holding a gun to your head," I add, as the distance between us grows.
He stopped mid-lurch and heaved a sigh in my direction. No. He threw that completely palpable sigh at my head - like a brick - and then continued to his room, where he carried on with his fun and games.
Seriously, he sighed at me with gale force gusto. Was that called for?
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