That poor little dog.

State of the Pooch:
That poor little dog. :( Vet called this morn and said that the dog is showing signs of Addison’s Disease and pancreatitis. Let’s break this down:

1) Addison’s Disease is a disease of the adrenal glands. Treatment of Addison’s is some steroids (pill form) daily. This will be verified by a test they’re going to do on Mickey today.
2) Pancreatitis: Swelling/inflammation of the pancreas. An ultrasound today (they’re going to transport the dog to a Cherry Hill office to do this test — poor dog) will see if this is true, and why. If it’s a tumor in the pancreas, then it’s pretty much ‘game over’ for Mickey. We’ll make him comfortable at home for as long as we can before the cancer eventually kills him. Pancreatic tumors are (I’m pretty sure) not operable — or at least they’re not in a 12 year old dog with diabetes and a heart condition. :)

PLUS, they’re going to be blood-testing him every 2 hours to see where his sugar levels spike. PLUS, he’ll most probably be staying at the vet’s overnight again.

I hurt.

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My heart hurts.

Well, until I remember what my password is for my ladygypsy.net email, I’ve changed the email link in the left menu to my ‘real’ email address. There’s another password I have to reset. (sheepish grin)
mickey yawns
Wt: Unknown.
Mood: My brain hurts. My heart hurts. I think I cried in my sleep all night.
Work Docket: Static, Hand section update (oh, how I *wish* I was making that up), Parenting Today, plus a visit from a corporate guy.
Lunch plans: I brought some frozen junk.
Afternoon plans: I’m going to crawl into bed.
Evening plans: Either take the dog home (hope, hope, hope) or visit him at the Vet’s.

State of the Pooch: I hope he had a good night’s sleep and was comforted by the toys we brought him. I know he has to die someday, and is old and has health problems, but I’d much rather have him die in his sleep while napping in a patch of warm sunlight.

OK. Must not cry at work.

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Mickey will be at the vet overnight

Mickey will be at the vet overnight tonight, and perhaps tomorrow night as well. His sugar level’s still over 400. Tomorrow, they’ll do blood tests every 2 hours tomorrow and tweak his insulin until it gets under control. (sigh) I think I cried for about 2 hours tonight. I’m wiped. We went to visit him tonight, and he looks TONS better than he did this morning — that’s heartening.

I have no human children. These pets ARE my children. My heart aches like any mother’s heart would ache.

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So the Vet got mad at David…

So the Vet got mad at David because we gave Mickey 3 units of insulin this morning when we were expressly told not to. If he was hypoglycemic, the insulin would have killed him. Of course, we KNEW he wasn’t hypoglycemic, because the symptoms displayed were diabetic ones. (sigh) Turns out the insulin helped the dog out a bit. However, he lost 2 pounds this weekend. :( The Vet decided to keep Mickey there for the day to monitor him, test his blood count, and basically figure out what the hell is going on. This is the same freaking thing that happened with Noelle years ago, and I’m suitably nervous.

In other news, I think the Big Boss forgot about meeting me. And the water in the building is shut off, so nobody can use the bathroom.

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