On Friday, February 8, 2013, SMR was taken to the vet for a bruise on his eye. Little did we know that this was a saga in the making. Our beloved pekingese is 14 years old, but generally in great shape. As a preventative measure, we get his blood cultures done to warn us of any problems. Weirdly, his came back “borderline” at 4.9 for his red blood cell count. The veterinarian wanted us to bring him back on Monday for a check up.
During this time I, MLO, was suffering side effects from the liver biopsy and increasing pain in my left leg. I had had pain since before the biopsy, so thought it was the normal aches and pains of a person who had had taxane treatments in chemotherapy.
We spent the weekend enjoying our pekingese and his non-antics such as stealing someone’s seat.
On Monday, I had a Liver Function Test blood draw in the morning. At around 5 PM, DH and I had to take SMR to the veterinarian for his follow-up. His numbers had dropped from 4.9 to 1.9 and he was bruising!
We love our dog and the folks at the veterinarian know this. Immediately, they were taking the appropriate x-rays and ultrasounds while setting us up to the Veterinary Referral Hospital. (It is an excellent veterinary hospital.) While our veterinarian was working overtime to get SMR’s charts together and information off to the Referral Hospital, the Referral Hospital was setting up for his arrival.
At about 7:30 PM we were able to take SMR directly to the Referral Hospital where he was checked into the ICU unit. DH wanted to figure out a way to spend the night next to SMR’s cage. The staff had to throw him out. I had been delivered home by my brother-in-law since my leg was starting to act up even more and I needed to get off of it – not to mention that it was time for a number of medications to be taken.
The next day we spent fretting about our pekingese in ICU. We got to visit him in the morning at 10 AM while we awaited the specialist veterinarians diagnostic plan. SMR was going to need more ultrasounds and a bone marrow biopsy. The veterinarians were afraid it was a blood cancer – an answer to which we are still waiting upon. After his biopsy, we were able to see him again at 10 PM where we saw a funnily shaved dog who was very, very groggy from painkillers. We got to spend about an hour with him.
On Wednesday, I broke down and called my GP as my leg was getting worse, not better. I went in and the doctor – like other doctors in the past week – became obsessed with my infected big toe and seemed to not quite hear that my left leg was where the pain was. I think the giant mass of redness that was my big toe would distract most folks.
We got to see SMR for two hours that evening. This included dinner time. We watched in amazement as SMR willingly ate dog food until you could see the thought:
Wait a minute! Mom and Dad can’t learn I’ll eat dog food without people food or it being hand fed me!
Now, at this point, several of the folks who worked at the Referral Hospital were commenting on how SMR had gotten his technicians to hand feed him. Did I mention he is good at being spoiled? Not only that, but many of them were complimenting us on what a good patient and a snuggle-bunny SMR is. Someone actually called him a “model patient.”
From visiting his majesty, SMR, I went to get x-rays of my feet since the pain seemed to be increasing dramatically. My doctor hadn’t ordered them “stat” for some reason, so I still don’t know what they say.
So, on Thursday, February 14th, Valentine’s Day, we got to bring SMR home from puppy ICU. He still needs to be watched closely and be given medication since we are still waiting on results from his bone marrow biopsy.
I got to scratch his SMR’s head and rub his belly as I went off to get ultrasound to check for a DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) in my left leg. Since the title of this post includes a human hospital admission, you can guess that I’m writing this blog post from a hospital bed where they are treating my DVT.
This has been a bad week in the mloknitting household. SMR is sick and had to go to puppy ICU. He did get to come home as long as he is under constant observation. MLO ended up in the hospital for a DVT on Valentine’s Day.