Long Day

Oh what a day I have had.
But I think my poor Izzy has had it worse.

It began at 5am.
Izzy was restless and was smacking her lips a lot.
I awoke to all this and thought that she may be going to throw up.
I shooed her off the bed onto her bed just in case.
Her bedding can be washed. Mine isn't so easy.

I laid back down but she was now up so we all got up.
Rick took her out for her morning constitution and I wandered around the kitchen turning the Keurig on and just trying to wake up. I am not the morning person in this family so I tend to wander aimlessly for a bit. I put Izzy's breakfast in her bowl and grabbed my cup of coffee.

Izzy came into the house and went right for her bowl.
Rick and I sat down and Rick and I chatted about the upcoming day.
I made him his lunch and it was just a typical morning.

When Rick leaves I normally will jump in the shower and then walk Izzy before heading to my office upstairs.  I stuck to that routine this morning.
When I went back downstairs to get her for a walk she was acting weird.
She was sitting by the coffee table and then she came to me like she was herding me.
She tends to herd us when she is trying to tell us something or she wants to go upstairs to bed and we're not moving. (God forbid she go upstairs to bed alone like normal dogs!!)
So I followed her like a good member of her pack would.
She takes me to the dining room and then she looks at "it" and then at me.
She then puts her head down like she's been very bad. Oh that look kills me.
Why she does it I don't know. It's a look like she thinks I'm going to beat her.
We have never ever have or would we ever  hit her! 

I see the two big piles of vomit and I also see her being all timid like she's bad.
I went over to Izzy and told her it was okay.
I opened the front door and had her go sit on the stoop for a bit while I cleaned this up.

Here is what I wish she could tell me. What in the hell does she not vomit on the hardwood floors which would be so easy to clean up. No, she goes to the wool carpets which are not so easy to clean up. Honestly it drives me crazy.  But I digress.

After I cleaned this up. She did it two more times. Then we went outside and she did it again. So I thought I would give her a pepcid since that is what the doctor always tells me to do. But as soon as I give it to her she vomits again and there I see the pepcid.
So I call the vet. They told me to give her a pepcid. Aargh! 
Then when I explained that she wasn't holding that down they told me to bring her in.
She did vomit in the car too. Yipee more clean up!
I have a backseat cover and I had a beach towel over that.
But she managed to still make quite the mess.

Now Izzy HATES the vet.
I pull into the parking lot and attempt to get Iz out of the car.
My chubby little gal won't get out of the car.
I pull her and she pushes back. Oh my goodness.
I pick up her 78lb ass and she gives in. 
I have to tell you lifting her is difficult for me and after my 4 back surgery's I really shouldn't even do it but what could I do?

We get inside and the first thing she does is sit down.
She knows this is where they stick things up her butt.
She does not like things up her butt.
They want her to get on the scale.
I have to drag her to the scale all the while she is on her butt.
She remembers the whole butt thing and by God she is not giving it up to them easily.

We get inside the exam room and the vet tech goes through everything with me while we wait for the doctor.  Izzy keeps walking to the door ....I should say sliding on her butt to the door. She wants out of there. When she is not at the door she is trembling by me.
She will not let them see her butt and now I must admit I am giggling that she is so dedicated to this.  I wish I had gotten a picture of that. If she wasn't so sick the whole thing is funny.

The tech puts the cream on the thermometer and I try to distract her.
Normally we do that with a treat, but today of course no treats for her.
She is lying on her tummy so the tech picks up her tail and Izzy jumps up and sits on her butt. We both laugh. This is not going to be easy.
We finally get it. The poor things back leg is shaking. She keeps looking at me as if to say, "How can you do this to me? It's an exit ramp not an entrance. I Hate You!"

They insist on taking her back to be x-rayed. I know she does not have an obstruction.
Izzy doesn't eat things other than food and bunny poop. But they insist.
Great another $183 for xrays and for nothing.
She goes back there with them but only if she can slide back there on her butt which they laugh about as they drag her on her backside to the x-ray machine.
The vets and techs are finding this very humorous that she is so committed to not letting them near her bottom.
Izzy comes out and she is all over me again. She wants me to save her by getting her out of here and it breaks my heart that I can't.

The doctor shows me the x-rays and viola - NO OBSTRUCTIONS. 
The vet then tells me she wants to press on Izzy's tummy.
I make Izzy stand up and as soon as the vet comes around the table Izzy sits. We all laugh.
I try to distract her while the vet lifts her back side.
As she is pressing in different areas of her tummy I can tell Izzy is going to hurl.
Sure enough I jump back in time.

They ended up giving Izzy an injection of an anti-nausea medication and to stop the vomiting. They also gave her fluids which have given her two humps and she looks like a camel. She is not to eat or drink water for 6 hours. 

When we left the exam room she ran to the front door. I made her come with me as I put the leash back on her and we paid. As I was signing my payment slip she vomited all over their floor again. Oh boy this is going to be a fun ride home. They said it may take up to 45 minutes for the medication to really stop everything.

We get home and she jumps out of the car. She vomits all over the grass in front of the house. She does not want to go in the house. I try to see if she will walk. Nope. 
She lies down on the sidewalk and won't budge. Maybe because the sidewalk nice and cool since it's shaded. I have no idea.
Seriously I can't get her to come inside. I leave her there.
I have not even been to the office yet this morning. I had to check voice mails and emails.

I go upstairs and check on things. I go back downstairs to bring Izzy in the house.
She is so not happy with me. She won't look at me. 
This is my stubborn dog's way of punishing me for taking her to that awful place that sticks things up her butt. She won't come to my office. She won't sit near me.
She is really giving me the cold shoulder. I wish she could understand I do this to make her feel better. But when Rick took her to the vet last time it took 2 days before she was his dog again. I got all the attention.

I came home and faxed the $350 vet bill to our insurance company because this makes me have $0 dollars right now. I normally get reimbursed in a matter of days so we'll see.

In the mean time I have a dog who is very sick and we don't know why.
Because we can not travel with her like this we rearranged all appointments at the lake.
I suggested I stay home with her. Rick said that wouldn't work.
When money became tight we sold a car. We only have 1 vehicle now and we have Rick's work vehicle. He can't go down in the work vehicle and I can't be without the car should she become worse.

I rearranged the meeting with the gentleman who is so interested in the product.
I rescheduled the meeting with the hardware store where Rick was doing product demonstrations. So everything worked out.
Now if Izzy would just cooperate and get better all will be well.

I've missed a whole day of work for the most part and not for any fun at all.