Over the last few months, I've had an amalgam of odd symptoms I've been trying to ignore. Bad idea, I know, but I really did not want to go back to the doctor. On top of everything, I had been helping a friend after the death of his parter, and that meant a lot of watching his two gorgeous little girls while he went to work. I went from doing almost nothing, to taking care of a two year old and a 6 month old for up to 8 1/2 hours a day. Though I did things in a modified way to make it easier on me, it still was exhausting, but so worth it. Those little girls made me feel like for once I had a purpose in life, it was awesome. I've never been big on kids, I'm not fond of them at all, but these girls changed all that. When the two year old would come curl up on the couch to watch Netflix with me, or the baby would fall asleep in my arms, it was a feeling like none other, and I'm glad I could help out when it was needed most. I refused to accept anything in return for watching them, because friends help out when they're needed.
Anyways, to get to the point, I started feeling extremely run down. I thought it was just due to not being used to that kind of activity level. Then my side pain started flaring up again, so I decided to go in to see my doctor. After explaining my symptoms and an exam, things got a bit dramatic. Turns out that my radial pulse was registering as much slower than my actual pulse. I had my pulse measured both ways, three times. After that I got to have the following:
-EKG
-5 tubes of blood drawn
-A Holter monitor for 24 hours
I came back after the 24 hours to have the monitor taken off. Then last Friday I went back to go over test results.
-Low hemoglobin and hematocrit
-High Lymphocytes and ESR
Everything else was normal. So off to the lab for another blood draw, this time to do a peripheral smear.
Those results came with the fun diagnosis of normocytic anemia, which normally occurs in people 85 and over. Yay, my life.
So now I get to go back in to have more blood drawn (vampires, I tell ya!) to check my iron levels. I'm just so exhausted, no energy at all! I want to find out what's up so it can start being treated, I hate being this tired.
In other news, I'm trying to find a way to be able to see One Direction on Thursday. I have a major love of boybands, and it's my goal to see all of my favourites. So far I've seen The Wanted and Big Time Rush, but have yet to see One Direction or Union J. A lot of my friends make fun of me for my boyband love, but I've been into music basically since I was born. I was practically raised by musicians. I just happen to have a soft spot for singers, because up until a post-tonsillectomy infection in middle school, I sang all the time. I did choir concerts, solos, and performed with a singing group. I love voice as an instrument, hence my love of boybands. One Direction is one of my favourites, I watched the X Factor UK season 7, which is where 1D were formed, and I loved the boys' individual auditions (Liam's was especially gripping), as well as their first performance as a group. They've come so far, and I'd love to see them up close. I'd kill to meet them. We'll see if I can even manage to find someone with a ticket that is a. floor, so I don't have a ton of steps to climb, and b. willing to give me a deal, because I am so broke I actually have a negative income.
Anyways, I hope my fellow zebras are doing well, and I hope to actually manage to get back to regular blogging soon!
-Jess
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
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Monday, July 15, 2013
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Long Time No See.
Let's just say my new year has been... rough.
Both of my dogs had procedures under anesthesia on Jan. 25th.
On Valentine's Day, I had to make the heartbreaking decision to put Oscar to sleep.
I have been to Mayo multiple times, and my body has just not been my friend.
That's not everything, but I don't feel like diving too deep right now.
I will be posting again soon, I promise!
Both of my dogs had procedures under anesthesia on Jan. 25th.
On Valentine's Day, I had to make the heartbreaking decision to put Oscar to sleep.
I have been to Mayo multiple times, and my body has just not been my friend.
That's not everything, but I don't feel like diving too deep right now.
I will be posting again soon, I promise!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Goodbye, you obnoxious little brat.
Today I lost a dear, dear friend.
I received a call at 8:50am today. That time is burned into my mind. My friend Lori, whose house my horse is boarded at, was on the phone. She said that this morning, as they went to check on a horse of theirs, Diamond, who was in the process of dying, they'd found my horse pawing violently at the ground. She was colicking.
I told Lori I was going to finish up with chores at the place I was watching, as I was taking care of 4 horses, 2 dogs, and 8 or so cats, and then I would be out. Immediately after I got up, some unseen force urged me to skip chores and go, so I did.
I was not prepared for the sight that awaited me. As I got out of my car and walked into the yard, I noticed several things. First, my friend Lori, her daughter Ginger, who is also my friend, the vet, and the vet's assistant had all been crying. Second, I saw my sweet girl; She was trembling violently from head to hoof, breathing heavily, sweaty and caked with mud. There was a tube in her nose that went down into her stomach, which occasionally spewed gastric contents onto the ground. The vet's assistant was pressing a towel to my girl's nose, as it was bleeding.
After a talk with the vet, spending some time walking my girl around the yard, and talking with my parents, we decided the best thing was euthanasia. As the vet and her assistant prepared everything, Cocoa made her decision. She lay down on the ground, onto her side. Her breathing became ragged and her eyes closed. She was done fighting. The vet slid a catheter into her neck, and moments later, injected the solution that ended her suffering. They checked for a heartbeat once, twice. My dear friend was gone.
The vet's assistant pulled her forelock into a ponytail, and with a few snips of her shears, it was off, my last memento of a fallen friend. But it was only to get worse. The vet then moved on to getting Diamond ready for her her journey over the bridge. Diamond was sedated and brought into the yard, away from Cocoa to keep her from panicking. As my friends said their goodbyes, the vet helped Diamond on as well. And so it was that in the span of an hour, two sweet friends were gone, and three hearts were left broken.
And so may my obnoxious, bratty, naughty little pony rest in peace, her time with me too short.
I received a call at 8:50am today. That time is burned into my mind. My friend Lori, whose house my horse is boarded at, was on the phone. She said that this morning, as they went to check on a horse of theirs, Diamond, who was in the process of dying, they'd found my horse pawing violently at the ground. She was colicking.
I told Lori I was going to finish up with chores at the place I was watching, as I was taking care of 4 horses, 2 dogs, and 8 or so cats, and then I would be out. Immediately after I got up, some unseen force urged me to skip chores and go, so I did.
I was not prepared for the sight that awaited me. As I got out of my car and walked into the yard, I noticed several things. First, my friend Lori, her daughter Ginger, who is also my friend, the vet, and the vet's assistant had all been crying. Second, I saw my sweet girl; She was trembling violently from head to hoof, breathing heavily, sweaty and caked with mud. There was a tube in her nose that went down into her stomach, which occasionally spewed gastric contents onto the ground. The vet's assistant was pressing a towel to my girl's nose, as it was bleeding.
After a talk with the vet, spending some time walking my girl around the yard, and talking with my parents, we decided the best thing was euthanasia. As the vet and her assistant prepared everything, Cocoa made her decision. She lay down on the ground, onto her side. Her breathing became ragged and her eyes closed. She was done fighting. The vet slid a catheter into her neck, and moments later, injected the solution that ended her suffering. They checked for a heartbeat once, twice. My dear friend was gone.
The vet's assistant pulled her forelock into a ponytail, and with a few snips of her shears, it was off, my last memento of a fallen friend. But it was only to get worse. The vet then moved on to getting Diamond ready for her her journey over the bridge. Diamond was sedated and brought into the yard, away from Cocoa to keep her from panicking. As my friends said their goodbyes, the vet helped Diamond on as well. And so it was that in the span of an hour, two sweet friends were gone, and three hearts were left broken.
And so may my obnoxious, bratty, naughty little pony rest in peace, her time with me too short.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
The call every pet owner dreads.
This morning, I slept in, as I am wont to do on weekends. At some point I was awoken by the sound of the answering machine, and someone leaving a message about one of our cats. I thought she'd just gone to someone's house, and they were calling us to come get her. I was wrong.
The message told me she was gone, found by someone in their driveway, already expired. My world collapsed, my pets are my babies. I called the man back, asked him his address as my voice cracked and the tears fell. After that call I went through the motions, getting the kennel into the back of my car, the pain paralyzing, sobbing. I drove just to the street behind us. Parked sloppily, the hurt, the need to see her prompting me to rush.
The man stood in his driveway, the sadness obvious in his features. I walked up to him, hair wild, barefoot, in my pajamas, the tears streaming down my face. He explained to me that he'd found her there, in his driveway, not a scratch on her, but somehow lifeless. My heart broke as I looked down at the box he'd lain her in. I couldn't take it. I thanked him for his kindness and picked up the stiff body of my little girl, not bothering with the box, wanting to put her somewhere more familiar, more comfortable. I laid her gently in the kennel, on the blanket she'd come with from the humane society.
The young girls who live in the house behind us, and directly across the street from the man who found her, took notice of the situation as I carried her lifeless body to the car. They cried out her name, surrounded me, knew my pain. She'd spent lots of time making friends with them. I was hugged, consoled, but it all felt so foreign and uncomfortable. I just wanted to take her home. Eventually I escaped, driving home practically blind, unable to stop the cascade of tears and the sobs that wracked my body.
I got home and brought her into the yard. I sat, stroking her fur and examining her for any injuries. There wasn't a scratch, no signs she'd been hit by a car. Her body, however, showed me that she did not go peacefully. It was then that I realized that something more sinister may have happened to her. You see, not everyone is good. Some people are monsters. One of those monsters lives quite near to us. He has voiced his opinion on our cats, aimed kicks at them, and has even been seen harming his own dog. I am hoping I am wrong, that someone would not willingly harm such an innocent creature, but the signs are all there.
Monday morning I will take my sweet kitty to the vet one final time, to see if her demise was the result of a very despicable act, or a mere accident. And when she is buried, a piece of my heart will go with her.
The message told me she was gone, found by someone in their driveway, already expired. My world collapsed, my pets are my babies. I called the man back, asked him his address as my voice cracked and the tears fell. After that call I went through the motions, getting the kennel into the back of my car, the pain paralyzing, sobbing. I drove just to the street behind us. Parked sloppily, the hurt, the need to see her prompting me to rush.
The man stood in his driveway, the sadness obvious in his features. I walked up to him, hair wild, barefoot, in my pajamas, the tears streaming down my face. He explained to me that he'd found her there, in his driveway, not a scratch on her, but somehow lifeless. My heart broke as I looked down at the box he'd lain her in. I couldn't take it. I thanked him for his kindness and picked up the stiff body of my little girl, not bothering with the box, wanting to put her somewhere more familiar, more comfortable. I laid her gently in the kennel, on the blanket she'd come with from the humane society.
The young girls who live in the house behind us, and directly across the street from the man who found her, took notice of the situation as I carried her lifeless body to the car. They cried out her name, surrounded me, knew my pain. She'd spent lots of time making friends with them. I was hugged, consoled, but it all felt so foreign and uncomfortable. I just wanted to take her home. Eventually I escaped, driving home practically blind, unable to stop the cascade of tears and the sobs that wracked my body.
I got home and brought her into the yard. I sat, stroking her fur and examining her for any injuries. There wasn't a scratch, no signs she'd been hit by a car. Her body, however, showed me that she did not go peacefully. It was then that I realized that something more sinister may have happened to her. You see, not everyone is good. Some people are monsters. One of those monsters lives quite near to us. He has voiced his opinion on our cats, aimed kicks at them, and has even been seen harming his own dog. I am hoping I am wrong, that someone would not willingly harm such an innocent creature, but the signs are all there.
Monday morning I will take my sweet kitty to the vet one final time, to see if her demise was the result of a very despicable act, or a mere accident. And when she is buried, a piece of my heart will go with her.
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