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Our old boy Tigger is coming to the end of his life. He now has bad arthritis in his back legs and he can get quite wobbly when he walks. He is on pain relief medication but there does not seem to be any significant improvement. The only option I have left is to medicate him with a liquid pain relief but he will have a shorter life as the medication wrecks the kidneys if given long term. I will have to visit the vet again to be prescribed this new medication. I do not want Tigger to suffer and will put him to sleep at the appropriate time. 1:36pm, Friday the 14th of June, 2019.
Help me if you can
it's just that this is not the way i'm wired
so could you please, help me understand why
you've given in to all these reckless dark desires
You're lying to yourself again
suicidal imbecile
think about it, put it on the faultline
what'll it take to get it through to you precious
i'm over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this
such a mess, why would i wanna watch you
Disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time
what's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die
Medicated, drama queen, picture perfect, numb belligerance
narcisistic, drama queen, craving fame and all this decadence
Lying through your teeth again
suicidal imbecile
think about it, put it on the fautline
what'll it take to get it through to you precious
i'm over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this
such a mess, why would i wanna watch you
Disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time
what's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die
They were right about you
they were right about you
Lying to my face again
suicidal imbecile
think about it, put it on the fautline
what'll it take to get it through to you precious
i'm over this , why do you wanna throw it away like this
such a mess, over this, over this
Disconnect and self destruct, one bullet at a time
what's your hurry, everyone will have his day to die
if you choose to pull the trigger, should your drama prove sincere
do it somewhere far away from here..
~ North America's CONNECTION, The Grid. ~
Soon, I believe Teffen and other filter companies will start selling add on filter styles for high end Nikon, Canon, Pentax..... (DSLR cameras)
This is the typical gradient style you will probably see and I would love to get my hands on some software to design some. Until then, I'll just use the standard styles and scenes currently offered by camera companies.
Happy Monday and a big week ahead for me now that I am medicated and can sit still for more than just a few moments at a time. The miracles of medicine, wow!
Have a great day and BIG HELLO from Ottawa, Canada
Let's Get Creative 2015 — Week #1 - Elements
I'm doing the LGC challenge until I can find a project of my own to dedicate myself to, this year. And the word for this week was 'elements', out of which I chose fire.
I've been sick, these past few days. A stomach bug, and I hadn't felt this thrown down in years. It's a terrible feeling, so I keep thinking of my friends who have actually serious diseases and have to deal with feeling like this every day for long periods of time. Buddies, my heart is with you.
Still, I was forced to stay on Lipton Ice Tea and Coca-cola for a day, and that was the only thing I could put into my mouth that didn't make me want to die. This is a callback to that, a small homage to the coca-cola bottles in which one stored blood for transfusions in WWII.
So, have a wonderful start of year, my friends! May 2015 bring us all the joy and all the fun in the world, and may we all get our best wishes!
Years spent in regret
With a gun to my head
I fucking bitch out on the last breath
Hellbent
I want my revenge
I want blood on my hands
I will take what's fucking mine
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Abandoned Abused Street Dogs.
Tinker Bell is talking up a storm.............. ;-)~
Pumpkin the Rascal is laying in the corner.
See the orange bucket on the left then the
white round thing behind it ? Well, that's
Legs the Zoomer with her cone.
She goes back to the dog doctor in a few
days. The nuns are staying in contact with
no# 1 wife about Mamas condition.
So far no infection as they are keeping her
monkey wound clean and medicated.
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For about a week now I've been dealing with this flu bug type of thing and part of that has been dealing with medication...this image pretty much sums up how I feel on flu meds.
Thankfully I'm feeling a lot better now.
Have a great weekend!
Today's story and sketch "by me", is about the incredible intergalactic cooperation in the last week to locate Rescue Randy who went missing after he wandered off in A dust cloud after falling off Clyde his Thoroughbred Dromedary Racing Camel, at the most famous Camel Races in the Galaxy held at the Riverside International Camel Raceway, It was on the back high speed straight away when Randy the most interesting living tissue crash test dummy and part time camel Jockey in the Cosmos, was in thirteenth place consumed in a cloud of dust when he and Clyde were making a move to the outside of the tightly bunched camels, when overhead the wide world of sports helicopter cameraman lost his footing on the skidtube, both he and the shoulder camera fell right on top of Clyde and Randy, sending them and many of the camel's and riders behind them rolling and tumbling. When the dust settled and the paramedics had taken away the more seriously injured camels and riders, the trackside cameras all zoomed above to see Randy flying away in his vintage Biplane, the same one you see today a week later landing on the surface of the Moon. Seems Randy suffered a head injury that he didn't take too seriously, having had many much more serious in his long career. So Randy crawled to the biplane, retrieved his crash test dummy first aid kit, looking into the kits mirror carefully filled the gaping hole in his forehead with crash test dummy putty, covering it with medium tan two thousand mile an hour test dummy skin tape, then mistakenly self medicated with some of Clyde's tranquilizers. He then flew into the Indio Stargate, fell into a deep sleep. The biplanes autopilot took over and started flying from wormhole to wormhole, Randy just woke up and exited the first stargate available, and as you can see it is the moon's Sea of Tranquility exit, as he is being watched by the Space shuttle as he is landing. Until next time taa ta the Rod Blog.
Crossing from Dunoon. Am i the only one who can see the turtle in the sky? Sober and not heavily medicated and i can still see it.
OK . Just a little medicated .
Sometimes I need to be reminded that there is a world beyond the universe that is my life, and that it is good.
In the meantime, I need to medicate myself and go to bed. I will catch up, I promise!
See it BIG.
Taking some timeout in the sun under the garden bench. Poor puss has been poorly this week and spent a day at the vets on Wednesday undergoing tests. They suspect she may have asthma and if so will be on long term medications and will need to use an inhaler. In the meantime they've prescribed her antibiotic tablets which have me (and I'm sure her) sooooo stressed out as it's close to full scale war trying to medicate her!
It's pretty amazing what vets can do for pets these days, although I'm very pleased to say we have pet insurance!!
NF
I can't be the only one who’s lonely tonight
I can't be the only—
[Verse 1: NF]
Yeah, does anybody feel like me?
Show of hands, I don't need a lot, I just wanna find my peace
Yeah, why you throwin’ rocks, oh, you wanna kill my dreams?
Okay, tell me everything I'm not
You think I didn't know those things?
Always been a little lost and I still might be
Life's hard, but it's okay (It's okay)
Watchin' the comments feels like I'm at a court date
How could I complain
With a house like this and a car like that in the driveway?
Half of what I say
Kinda feels like a dream that I’m gonna wake from someday
Wishin’ that I'd pray
A little more often and put more time into my faith
Travel in my brain, woo, might find damage and no grace
Things that I hold on to, but I won’t say things that I won't let go
So I chain my soul to the heartbreak
Havin' a nice day, that's not a average in my case
Don’t like cameras in my face; glamour, it's all fake
Love my job, but it might seem odd that I'm here 'cause I hate fame (Oh)
Yeah, pain might get to me, throwin' threats at me
They can't tell, disconnectin' me, it's affectin' me
Hide that well, they'll write checks to me, but don't check on me
Find myself, always questioning what comes next for me
I can't be the only—
[Chorus: Sasha Sloan]
No, I can't be the only one who's lonely tonight
No, I can't be the only—
[Verse 2: NF & Sasha Sloan]
Yeah, if you made a list of people that you trusted would you put your name down?
Do you know who you are when you look at life and you talk about yours, do you feel proud? (Lonely)
Are you leaving a mark, or scared to make a bad impression so you just go hide in the dark? (Lonely)
Livin' and playin' a part, knowin' regret'll come back up tomorrow
That's what it does, ain't it? Don't know what we're chasin', but we all do it
Just a part of life, I guess we're all foolish
Running after what we think will make us happy 'til it falls through (Lonely)
And then we find out later it ain't what we wanted
So we give up on it, then we pile the garbage (Lonely)
And we watch it grow and find a drug to numb it
'Til we hit the point that we can barely function
Am I motivated? Is my music dated?
Would I be the same if I was medicated?
Even therapists say I need medication
I avoid it, though, because I'm scared to take it
Am I the only one that has a loaded gun
That's full of doubts and memories to overcome?
And I complain about 'em when they shoot at me
But I know truthfully I like to load 'em up and let 'em—
That's so sad to see, that's so sad to see, I need help
They talk passively, then come after me by myself
Lost that half of me, God, there has to be someone else
Don't feel bad for me, I just can't believe that I'm the only
Nightmare!
(Now your nightmare comes to life)
Dragged ya down below
Down to the devil's show
To be his guest forever
(Peace of mind is less than never)
Hate to twist your mind
But God ain't on your side
And old acquaintance severed
(Burn the world your last endeavor)
Flesh is burning
You can smell it in the air
Cause men like you have
Such an easy soul to steal (steal)
So stand in line while
They ink numbers in your head
You're now a slave
Until the end of time here
Nothing stops the madness,
Turning, haunting, yearning
Pull the trigger
You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare
(While your nightmare comes to life)
Can't wake up in sweat
'Cause it ain't over yet
Still dancing with your demons
(Victim of your own creation)
Beyond the will to fight
Where all that's wrong is right
Where hate don't need a reason
(Loathing self-assassination)
You've been lied to
Just to rape you of your sight
And now they have the nerve
To tell you how to feel (feel)
So sedated as they
Medicate your brain
And while you slowly
Go insane they tell ya
"Given with the best intentions
Help you with your complications"
You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
No one to call
Everybody to fear
Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah
Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare
[M. Shadows laughing]
Fight (fight)
Not to fail (fail)
Not to fall (fall)
Or you'll end up like the others
Die (die)
Die again (die)
Drenched in sin (sin)
With no respect for another
Oh
Down (down)
Feel the fire (fire)
Feel the hate (hate)
Your pain is what we desire
Lost (lost)
Hit the wall (wall)
Watch you crawl (crawl)
Such a replaceable liar
And I know you hear their voices
Calling from above
And I know they may seem real
These signals of love
But our life's made up of choices
Some without appeal
They took for granted your soul
And it's ours now to steal
(As your nightmare comes to life)
You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
No one to call
Everybody to fear
Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah
Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare
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Izzy has been healing well but it is a long and hard road... she is walking even running, and up to twice daily 10 min walks... but she goes crazy when she sees other dogs even in the distance, and wants to run and check everything out... so, she over did it, and gave me a scare yesterday by getting all painful and shivering and looking at me pitifully, I had to medicate her so she can rest... today, she seems to be better, but we will take it very easy for a few days no walks...
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PA127 has been found with a wounded wind, he's been medicated by the vet but unfortunately he will never be able to fly again...
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Poor little Pinkie has been medicated by the witch doctor. She is alert, but the drug in her IV is making her very groggy and confused. "Where am I? What is happening?"
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IV, medical wraps, brick wall - made by me
Posters - printed images
Silver tray - Barbie repainted
Teeth, medical tools, med bag - Barbie
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Cart from Target
Eyeballs, orb, books, brown bottle - Michael's
IV, medical wraps, brick wall - made by me
Posters - printed images
Silver tray - Barbie repainted
Teeth, medical tools, med bag - Barbie
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Medicated, drama queen, picture perfect, numb belligerence
Narcissistic, drama queen, craving fame and all its decadence
One man prays.
Another screams in the face of God.
"Someone save me if you will
And take away all these pills
And please just save me, if you can
From the blasphemy in my wasteland"
--Shinedown
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So this week I've been suffering from a black eye, twisted ankle, and ear infection. All week I longed to take a self portrait but I was too out of it to do so. But today, after being highly medicated, I had the strength to go out to take one and it honestly felt so good.
Fox squirrels on campus at the University of Michigan on Tuesday October 8th, 2024. Hooked up a few squirrels with meds on the Diag. One almost certainly has squirrel pox. The medicated pecan might not help - but it could not hurt. Wishing you joy, health, and peace wherever you are.
When I returned home,
was asked where my peanuts were.
"The squirrels were tough."
#SquirrelHaiku
Bored on a rainy summer afternoon,I'm amusing myself with my 35 mm prime lens and I'm in love with it all over again every day
We hiked for 10 km to get to the top of "De Los Tres".
On the flight to Argentina, my knee was in extreme pain from sitting with my knees bent for an extended period of time. Suffering from an injury I acquired two weeks prior in Zakopane. My good knee got injured .
I became worried, would the injury impact my abilities to experience and enjoy my trip to Argentina. At first, I heavily medicated myself with ibuprofen, to walk around the flat city landscape. The first five days I was taking over 1000 mg of ibuprofen. The pain in my knee was constantly when sitting with my legs bent or walking downhill. Always a sharp pain on my outer kneecap. I tried my best to ignore the pain in my knee and to engage in RICE to alleviate the pain.
After the fifth day in Argentina, I was becoming worried I would be physically unable to hike in Patagonia. I had been resting for two weeks straight and my knee was not becoming better, slightly becoming worse every day. I started researching about knee problems associated with running (Zakopane story). I stumbled on runners knee syndrome and ITBM syndrome.
Reading about the symptoms associated with ITBM, deducing I was experiencing the symptoms. I immediately started to be filled with regret and felt ashamed.
Last year in the summer of 2015 I had knee surgery on my ACL. My physiotherapist told me I had weak hips. She provided me with a list of exercises to do everyday to strengthen my hips to prevent injuring my knees. Slowly after my one year recovery period from my surgery, I forgot about my treatment plan.
Once gaining insight to the cause of my pain and realizing my physiotherapist told me this would happen if I stopped my training. Researching the exercises recommended for IMBT was the exactly the same as my physiotherapist recommendations.
I started to work out my hips religiously every day. First thing in the morning, mid-day, and before I fell asleep. I would do hip addictions, side leg press, hip hikes, crabs walks, and single leg squats. Feeling better almost instantaneously after each workout. The body is interconnected and always needs attention
'til I saw your eyes, tear away from mine. Oh sweet darling, where he wants you. Said, 'come on Superman, say your stupid line.'
Landen, if he was a modern man. The type of man to immediately pay off his credit cards. He would probably be working some lawyer job, or a business job that he loves the pay, but hates the work. He would probably still have a terrible case of social anxiety, hopefully medicated. Glasses to help his permanent squint. Still posh, still rich, still pretentious.
This was a special modern take of my character at Right of Conquest, ASOIAF Roleplay.
Beibei’s sixteen years old today! Unfortunately he had to visit a vet because of a skin infection. He did get a nice warm medicated shampoo birthday bath!
Taken in Ann Arbor at the University of Michigan on a snowy late Winter's day - Thursday February 27th, 2020. I did notice the squirrel between Social Work and Martha Cook who seem to have Conjunctivitis or similar eye malady. I gave her a medicated pecan recently - hopefully it will help.
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I made a short film over a year and a half ago - it's called Hollow Veins and was a way for me to put into visuals how it felt when I felt most isolated. nearing the end of business school and about a year on anti-depressants to tackle my depression. my time medicated made me feel rather numb. I hope you feel something by watching it -
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Firstly, very inspired by Sean lately, if you couldn't tell. Dude's awesome.
SECONDLY I want to say I'm incredibly sorry if I offended anybody with the last photo; just to clarify I am not against mental health medications in and of themselves AT ALL, but the values of the society in which we over-prescribe them. I'm very pro-drugs in many cases, they're oftentimes literal lifesavers. However, our society's emphasis on happiness can be damaging to those who find it more difficult to constantly appear as such, and valuing other things might be more inclusive. And while ADHD is not directly related to happiness, it is an example of how we often tend to over-medicate those who have more trouble behaving 'levelly', specifically children who have no choice and no ability to personally consent to being medicated.
THIRDLY going to try to keep this short since that was so long already, but this photo's based on the need-to-be-seen-doing-literally-everything-in-order-for-it-to-actually-matter-somewhat mindset that I and most of our generation is pretty guilty of. We've been conditioned to see everything we do and think in need of the acknowledgement and validation of others--if I go to a party or club or sneeze or eat a salad I better as fuck tweet about it or make a snap story or it never actually happened and I’m a boring person, or maybe I never even existed at all. And I'm by no means trying to put anyone down or be condescending, as evidenced by the fact that 97 percent of what I post online is absolutely meaningless nonsense. Nor am I putting down social networking in general; I can’t imagine not being able to communicate with the people I've only met because of these sites. I just think we use these sites in such weird ways and for such weird reasons sometimes.
Mainly I'm just really tired of feeling like I have to scream to be heard 24/7 when that's not actually a thing I believe is necessary or healthy, even. And I'm tired of the treatment of people, subconsciously and otherwise, as means to the end of getting attention when people should be ends in themselves. I think it's just good to keep reminding ourselves that other people both online and in person are just as intricate as we are, just as in need of love and acceptance as we are. And whatnot.
Basically PICS ARE GREAT BUT NOT TAKING PICS IS OK TOO YOU'RE STILL A HUMAN BEING HAPPY GODDAMN TUESDAY.
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Cotton started to get an infection in his eye yesterday! I medicated his eye and it's getting better and opening up now.
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Abused, Abandoned Jungle Dogs.
Mama messes with Rocky constantly.
She loves to keep him from making it
all the way to me, where he loves to
crash into my chest with his hard head.
At about the same time Mama crashes
into my side poking her head under my
arm then into Rocky's face.
This is cool for about 15-20 seconds then
both of them are racing circles around me
in an effort to regain the dominate position
under one or both of my arms.
Now this is where it gets real tricky cuz by
now one or more of the other hooligans has
made their way up onto The Dog Palace roof
and is also jockeying for a position ON my body ..;-)
They all grope, grab, lick, leap, bark, yelp and yodel.
Pumpkin and Tinker Bell are always trying to climb up
on top of my head while sticking their long wet tongues
into either ear while climbing.
At the same time Rocky insists on shaking my hand while
Mama has decided to keep both the girls off my head .......
I tell ya, I get no respect, no respect at all .... ;-)~
So far the plan for picking up Rocky tomorrow is on, but !
There has been a small change in that plan, only small.
Yesterday I ended up back in the doctors clinic being
medicated. No# 1 wife rushed home and is here right now.
She's not letting me go out to play but she also knows how
important getting Rocky to the vet for his scheduled medications
is. Today it's back to the doctors clinic with no# 1 wife going with. Anyway no big deal this is just a minor speed bump in life.
On a serious side, I have a note from my doctor and here it is .........
"My Doctor says that I have a mal-formned public duty gland
and a natural deficiency in moral fiber and that I am there for excused from saving the entire universe". Now that's a relief .
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See what happens when I just sit, it gets weird !
Now with that being said I will slowly bow out..;-)
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Abandoned Abused Street Dogs.
This morning our ride couldn't make it so
today was cancelled .
But, at noon o'clock the ride did show up
so off we went to The Dog Palace.
Upon our arrival Mama went nuts seeing
that no# 1 was with me.What she didn't
know was that no# 1 came along to help me
give Mama a bath. She was brushed, combed,
medicated, inspected for any and all bugs plus
bath time. 4 hands were busy rubbing an scrubbing.
Now for the photo......................................................................
After Mamas bath the inspection started all over again.
I sat in the doorway to the bingo room and took maybe
5 or 6 frames of No# 1 and Mama.
Didn't take any more photos as it was way to hot up on
the roof ! In fact it was getting way to hot everywhere.
Stopped by the nuns on the way out and did the monthly
medication for all the dogs except Legs. Couldn't find her.
No Big Deal, she was most likely sleeping in the shade so
next time out I'll take care of her. Remember, I take notes
and know who got what when ... ;-)
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Like anywhere else, we have lots of acronyms we use at work. One of them is ADM. It stands for Automatic Defense Mechanism - which decoded means CAUTION - WILL ATTACK! This is most useful information to have before interacting with a cat (or any other animal that comes to the vet). We make alerts in patients' files such as "vaccine reactions - pre medicate", "diabetic", "deaf", "Owner can't give pills", "turns quickly - examine first, then talk", "diarrhea on Clavamox", "no jug sticks", "name pronounced...", "refer to the cat as a female - daughter thinks he's (the cat) a girl", "don't put client in room 2 - her other cat was euthanized there" and "ADM". We all appreciate being made aware that a cat may lash out but every once in a while it's better not to know. Hudson is a case in point. His patient file, and his cage cards when he's boarding, say he is ADM. I somehow neglected to see the ADM warning the first time I met him several years ago and so approached him as if all was normal. His owner looked away and the vet held her breath when I reached down to lift Hudson out of his carrier. Nothing happened and Hudson and I have been great buddies ever since. He comes in to board fairly frequently and I think we both look forward to the visits... well, at least I do!
I probably shouldn't tell you about the ADM-C code. Oh well... now that I've gone this far I'll just tell you that C stands for Client. :)
BTW, since Hudson always looks so serious, I tried to lighten the mood for this picture by putting lots of toys in his cage. I'm not sure he appreciates the humor.
Doodle time! Hong Kong Pharmacy Cat. It’s quite a common sight to see a cat or two guarding a traditional Hong Kong pharmacy which sells both oriental and western medicine and daily necessities. Besides inking and colouring the cat, it’s fun to look for references of some of the most popular and yet unusual medicated ointments and oil available in the market.
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Hello, everybody!
For those of you who don't know us, let me introduce myself and the star of my project: my little prince Arthur.
In advance, this is going to be quite a post because I will explain what happened to him in the last four months.
My name is Lorena and I'll be turning 23 at the end of January. I am a Veterinary Medicine student and in March I'll be starting my fourth semester of college. We live in Recife, Pernambuco, Brazil.
Arthur is (was - I'll explain that at the end of this post) a six years old English Cocker Spaniel, adopted on Nov 7th, 2010.
His favorites things in the world, you may ask? He likes to sleep, to go out for a long walk, here we put sleep again, he truly enjoys swim in the ocean and roll in the sand after, but hates bathtime, sleep one more time and naps. I believe he spends 20 hours a day between heavy sleeps and little naps. Really.
When we get home from a walk, at the door I have to give him his leash so he can carry it back to our room and take care of it, as well as my shoes and his girlfriend, Lilica, a green, long and stuffed frog that doesn't look like a frog at all. He is very jealous of his "toys". Speeking of toys, he doesn't like any.
He is a very sweet dog with adults, but let's just say that he doesn't have the patience to deal with kids and other animals.
He likes to smile at pictures and I believe he enjoys the photoshoots sometimes.
I really hope we can make you smile once or twice... We're looking foward to know you guys more and see amazing pictures of your dogs too!
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And now, let me walk you through Arthur's health problems and everything that's happened in the last four months. I'll skip a lot of details, otherwise I would spend the rest of the month writing...
Since September I realized he was quieter - as I said before, he really likes to sleep, only this time was different, he was isolating not to sleep, but as if he didn't want company. Wasn't as happy as he used to be when I came home, didn't wanted to go for a walk as he used to... and this was starting to worry me. In late September he started having fever and diarrhea. It was treated and a week later he was okay. Playing, walking, everything as it was before without symptoms.
On October 30th, out of nowhere, I woke up to see him vomiting, defecating and urinating blood. Of course the professional side went into space and despair overwhelmed me. I took him to the nearest veterinary while I could not talk to Diego (in a moment) and she just looked at him and said he was with Distemper. The test came back negative. She didn't even put him on a drip (is that how you say it? Saline solution maybe?)
[Before I can continue, I must make it clear that for five years he's with me, I haven't found a competent veterinary to take care of Arthur. All we passed - over 15 - missed ugly in small things, and I changed 'cause I was afraid that they missed bigger things. So I always thought I'd found myself handcuffed, without having a veterinarian of my trust to take him if he needed one day.
But the best friend college could ever give me was Diego, who since the beginning became my best friend.
Fortunately he has experience in the area for over a dozen years, with the pet shop and the dog kennel. He's not yet veterinarian, however, we went to intership together and I could see him working. He is the person / professional that I trust the most and I always said to him that I would deliver Arthur in his hands with my eyes closed, if needed. And that's what I did.]
When we got to Diego's Arthur was medicated and we managed to control the bleeding, which was our biggest fear at the moment. We did a quick test and confirm that he was ehrlichia (one of the diseases transmitted by ticks), even with the medications on time.
As the pet shop is under his house and even though it isn't a clinic there he had everything that Arthur could possible need, so we "hospitalized" him there and I was also staying, because no on could make me stay away from Arthur.
We spent seven days there, until Arthur was out of risk.
At that time, his blood tests showed that platelets, which at normal levels must be above 200,000, were at levels lower than 20,000, due to ehrlichia.
The entire length of the chest and his belly (everything, from the top to the bottom) were black (and here I use the word black in the purest sense, because it was really all black) due to bleeding. We started the standard treatment for ehrlichia and many vitamins and medications to the liver, which was changed. On the fourth day he began to improve and on the seventh returned home because he was "well". Blood tests were also improving.
On November 7, his birthday, we were at home. He was weak, but had gone back to eating and walking and was apparently recovering.
Two days after his birthday I began to realize that when I called him, he looked at the other side, walked hitting the walls (he was always very clumsy and often bump into things, but not like he was doing at that time). On the night of nov 11th he fell on the floor and could not get up. I spent the whole night of the 12th next to Arthur. He could not move, did not even look at me when called. His breathing only got more and more difficult as the time passed.
I'll tell you something: I only saw two dogs pass away (I don't think I'll ever get used to it), but from what I was seeing, I was pretty sure I was going to lose him. Thanks God I was wrong. When morning came, we went back to Diego's house, for 22 more days of hospitalization.
This time he was almost in a vegetative state. Blood tests showed that his liver rates were seven times higher than the maximum allowed, and other changes in the kidney and part of the blood count.
Then started our dilemma: if we continued with the treatment of ehrlichia, we would damage the liver even more (even continuing with the medications that we were already giving) and if we stopped with the treatment, ehrlichia could return much worse.
But we decided to stop.
In the first six days treating just the liver he was getting better in tests, but not in the physical. I could put him up to his feet and with great difficulty he walked to pee and poo (but I had to hold him or he would fall) and kept going in circles without any balance. He couldn't see or even bark or make any noise.
In the meantime we did not know what else to do and took him to five doctors who just couldn't find out what (else) he had. They suspected for leptospirosis, liver cancer, Wilson's disease, a change in the bone marrow, heart disease... There were so many suspicions, I can't even remember them all. After several exams we discard all but the liver cancer and bone marrow (which explained all the symptoms). We should do liver biopsy and marrow puncture but in no way he could handle the anesthesia, and when we needed another option.
For other blood test we eliminated any problem with the marrow and the ultrasound eliminated liver cancer, fortunately, and we went back to square one.
Well, sort of.
We found out that his liver (as we suspected from the beginning) and spleen were enlarged and had an injury to the kidney.
And we spent a few more days without knowing exactly what to do since we still didn't know what he had.
Several doctors started to talk to me about euthanasia because we weren't healing him, only keeping him stable. But I couldn't even think about it. I wouldn't. Especially not knowing what was wrong, not knowing if we could save him, if he even had a chance.
On November 19th I took him to a doctor who I had heard wonders about, but whose clinic has no good reputation at all. Only I had no options, so I took to him anyway.
He asked for some tests and I said I had done all he could think of and showed the results. At the end he reminded me of Dr. House. Hahahaha
After much analysis, we were excluding possible diseases and we were left with only one alternative: a stroke. And then all the pieces began to come together. Absolutely everything was explained.
Was I happy to finally find out what was wrong? Very.
Was I calmer? Not even a little bit.
The only possibility was the drug treatment, because we do not have this type of surgery here. Well, somewhere in Brazil must, but I imagine I can't afford it, so I threw all my hopes on corticosteroids.
The doctor gave a maximum of ten days to see an outcome, at least one reaction, otherwise his chances would just get smaller and could not continue the medicine for a long time.
Arthur was just skin and bone. Really. He usually weighs almost 14 - 14,200kg and reached weighing 8,980kg.
On the fourth day already I started to get nervous, because he was exactly the same and fear only increased. In the sixth, he woke me up trying to bark. In the following days, the improvements were appearing. He could sit. Stand. He walked stagger, but walked...
December 2nd we came back home.
"Thank God, it's over", you must be thinking. I thought so too, but no.
Three days later he started walking with his head lying totally to the right side. I thought "passing sequel to the CVA, the doctor had warned me. It will pass." But he started to have trouble standing and then could no longer stand or walk, only sit, with great difficult.
We took him to the doctor again and he did not know the cause. It was unlikely that the old stroke had left those consequences, especially after that time. We began to think of a new stroke but discarded after other procedure, thank God again.
He felt his legs, but he did not have strenght on them.
Then we decided to try acupuncture.
After the first session, he managed to stand for a few moments only.
Between the first and second, he had lost control of faeces and two days later, of urine. That's why in one of the photos I posted in my gallery last week from around Christmas he is using diaper.
He is not totally back to normal, but now, most of the time, he warns me that he wants to urinate. That's something, right?
Gradually we will get there... So I hope.
At home, as you can see in the picture, I leave him just on the toilet mat, because the diaper heats up a lot and he gets nervous. We are in the summer here and it's really, really, REALLY hot, so I'd rather leave him more fresh. Also if I put him on the floor for long he starts to cry. He only wants to stay on my bed... And I let him OF COURSE.
Before the end of the year a few pustules appeared on his belly and I ended up finding one in his back, but with difficulty because he has a lot of fur. That's why we will have to shear it all. :(
Anyway, like I said, we are in the summer and his fur is falling more than usual (which is already A LOT), even taking vitamins, so it'll be good for him because he won't feel so hot and good for me because it will be easier to view any skin disorder, and also facilitate cleaning.
I'm taking him tomorrow, so next weeks photo will be with a naked Arthur hahaha
First day of January he was able to stand alone and took four steps all by himself. Yay! High hopes for 2016!
So for now, that's it. He continues in acupuncture and is recovering. Slowly but it is.
Now we just wait for him to continue getting better every day and don't lose faith.
Oh, I almost forgot. I swear I stop writing soon.
As I explained earlier, Arthur was adopted five years ago, when the vet who took care of him at the time said he had no more than one year of age, which brings him to six years, right?
Wrong.
During these various tests, we were seeing some different characteristics that a dog should have at six years, considered young. In this, the opinion of doctors was unanimous: Arthur has between 8 and 9 years, so we left him at 9. Which explains why he stayed all gray so quickly, the difficulty of recovery that, in a relatively new dog as he "was" should be much faster, also explains a slight curvature of the spine, etc...
That being said on November 7, 2016, Arthur will celebrate 10 years and not 7 as planned. Hahahahaha
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Phew! Now it's over!
I apologize for the super long text, but I wanted to explain everything to you because it is easier to understand the next chapters of this story.
He is sleeping a lot (what's new?) and as he cannot leave the house, because we had to delay the vaccines due to illness and can not renew yet, the next pictures will always be inside the house.
I appreciate the patience of those who have read this far!
I hope you have had a fantastic Crhistmas and great NYE and hope that 2016 will be magical for all of us!
A big hug and see you next week!
Xx,
Lorena and Arthur.
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PORTUGUÊS
Desde setembro eu percebi que ele estava mais quieto, mais no canto dele (como comentei antes, ele realmente gosta muito de dormir, mas ele estava se isolando não para dormir, mas como se fosse para ficar sozinho mesmo), não fazia mais tanta festa quando eu chegava em casa, não tinha tanta vontade de sair para passear como ele costumava ter... E isso foi começando a me preocupar. No fim de setembro ele começou a ter febre e diarreia. Foi medicado e uma semana depois, ficou normal. Brincava, passeava, tudo como era antes, sem sintomas. No dia 30 de outubro, do nada, acordei para vê-lo vomitando, defecando e urinando sangue. Claro que o lado profissional foi para o espaço e o desespero tomou conta de mim. Levei ele para a veterinária mais próxima da minha casa, enquanto não conseguia falar com Diego e ela fez um teste para Cinomose e mais nada. Não receitou nem soro.
- Antes de continuar, preciso deixar claro que em cinco anos que ele está comigo, não encontrei um veterinário competente o suficiente para cuidar de Arthur. Todos pelos quais passamos - mais de 15 - erravam feio em coisas pequenas, e eu mudava com medo de que errassem nas grandes, caso precisasse um dia. Então, nessa hora, me vi de mãos atadas, sem ter um veterinário para quem levá-lo. Meu melhor amigo, Diego, tem experiência na área há mais de doze anos, mas não é veterinário ainda, porém, é a pessoa/profissional que mais confio e sempre disse que entregaria Arthur nas mãos dele de olhos fechados, se precisasse. E foi o que fiz. -
Corri para a casa de Diego e deixei que ele assumisse. Arthur foi medicado e conseguimos controlar a hemorragia, que era nosso maior medo. Fizemos um teste rápido e confirmamos que ele estava com Erliquia (uma das doenças transmitidas pelo carrapato), mesmo estando com as medicações em dia.
Como o pet shop é embaixo da casa dele e lá ele tinha tudo que Arthur poderia precisar, internamos ele lá e eu fiquei também, hospedada, porque não tinha quem me fizesse sair de perto de Arthur.
Passamos sete dias lá, até Arthur sair de risco.
Nesse tempo, os exames de sangue dele mostraram que as plaquetas, que em níveis normais têm que estar acima de 200.000, estavam em níveis menores que 20.000, devido à Erliquia.
Toda a extensão do tórax e barriga dele (tudo mesmo, do começo ao fim) ficaram pretos (e aqui, uso a palavra preto no mais puro sentido, porque ficou realmente tudo preto), devido à hemorragia. Começamos o tratamento padrão da Erliquia e muitas vitaminas e medicações para o fígado, que estava alterado. No quarto dia ele começou a melhorar e no sétimo voltamos para casa, porque ele já estava "bem". Os exames de sangue estavam melhorando também.
No dia 7 de novembro, aniversário dele, estávamos em casa.
Ele estava muito molinho, mas aparentemente se recuperando. Estava fraco, mas tinha voltado a comer e a andar.
Dois dias depois do aniversário dele comecei a perceber que quando eu o chamava, ele olhava para o outro lado, andava batendo pelas paredes (ele sempre foi muito desastrado e costumava bater nas coisas, mas não como estava fazendo nesse dia). No começo da noite do dia 11 ele caiu no chão e não conseguiu levantar. Passei a madrugada do dia dia 12 ao lado de Arthur. Ele não conseguia se mexer, nem sequer olhava pra mim quando o chamava. Estava ofegante e só contraia a barriga e chorava.
Vou contar uma coisa a vocês: só vi dois cães morrerem, mas, pelo que eu estava vendo, tinha certeza que Arthur ia morrer. Graças a Deus, eu estava errada. Quando amanheceu, voltamos para a casa de Diego, para mais 22 dias de internação.
Dessa vez, ele só respirava sozinho. Mais nada. Os exames de sangue mostraram que as taxas do fígado dele estavam sete vezes mais altas que o máximo permitido, além de outras alterações no rim e na parte do hemograma.
Ai começou nosso dilema: se continuássemos com o tratamento da erliquia, prejudicaríamos o fígado ainda mais (mesmo continuando com as medicações que já estávamos dando) e se parássemos com o tratamento, a Erliquia poderia voltar muito pior.
Mas decidimos parar. Nos seis primeiros dias tratando só do fígado e ele estava melhorando nos exames, mas não no físico. Conseguia colocá-lo de pé e com muita dificuldade ele andava para fazer xixi e cocô (mas eu precisava segurar, senão ele caia) e ficava andando em círculos, sem equilíbrio algum. Não enxergava nada.
Não latia nem chorava. Nesse meio tempo não sabíamos mais o que fazer e levamos ele para cinco médicos que não conseguiram descobrir o que ele tinha. Entre suspeitas e exames para leptospirose, neoplasia de fígado, doença de Wilson, alguma alteração na medula, doenças cardíacas... Foram tantas suspeitas, que nem consigo lembrar de todas. Descartamos todas, com exceção das suspeitas de fígado e medula (que explicavam todos os sintomas). Íamos fazer biópsia e punção, mas de forma alguma ele aguentaria a anestesia, então desistimos. Pela ultrassom conseguimos descartar a neoplasia do fígado, felizmente, e voltamos a estaca zero. Bom, mais ou menos. Também descobrimos que ele estava com o fígado e o baço aumentados e tinha uma lesão no rim.
E passamos mais alguns dias sem saber o que fazer exatamente por não saber o que ele tinha.
No dia 19 de novembro levei ele para um médico que já tinha ouvido falar maravilhas sobre ele, mas cuja clínica não tem boa reputação. Só que eu não tinha mais opções, então levei para ele.
Ele pediu alguns exames e eu disse que já tinha feito tudo que ele pudesse imaginar e mostrei os resultados. Ele me lembrou Dr. House. Hahahaha
Depois de muita análise, fomos excluindo as possíveis doenças e ficamos com uma única alternativa: um derrame. E ai todas as peças começaram a se juntar. Absolutamente tudo foi explicado.
Fiquei feliz em saber? Muito.
Fiquei mais calma? Nem um pouco.
A única possibilidade era o tratamento medicamentoso, pois não dispomos desse tipo de cirurgia aqui. Bom, em algum lugar do Brasil deve ter, mas eu não tenho condições financeiras para isso, então joguei todas as minhas esperanças no Corticóide. O médico deu no máximo dez dias para ver um resultado, pelo menos uma reação, caso contrário, não teria jeito e não poderia continuar com o remédio por muito tempo. Arthur ficou só pele e osso. Ele normalmente pesa quase 14kg e chegou a pesar 8,980kg.
No quarto dia já comecei a ficar nervosa, porque ele estava exatamente do mesmo jeito e o medo só aumentava. No quinto, acordei com ele tentando latir. Nos dias seguintes, as melhoras foram aparecendo. Ele conseguiu sentar. Conseguiu levantar. Andava cambaleando, mas andava...
Dia 2 de dezembro voltamos pra casa.
Graças a Deus, acabou, você deve estar pensando. Foi o que pensei também, mas não.
Três dias depois ele começou a andar com a cabeça totalmente deitada para o lado direito. Pensei "Sequela passageira do avc, o médico tinha me avisado. Vai passar." Mas dai ele começou a ter dificuldades para levantar e depois não conseguia mais ficar de pé ou andar.
Levamos para o médico de novo e ele não sabia a causa. Não era provável que o derrame antigo tivesse deixado aquelas sequelas, não depois daquele tempo. Começamos a pensar em um novo derrame, mas descartamos depois do exame.
Ele sentia as pernas, mas não tinha força nelas. Ai decidimos tentar acupuntura.
Depois da primeira sessão, ele conseguiu ficar de pé por alguns instantes apenas.
Entre a primeira e a segunda, ele perdeu o controle das fezes e dois dias depois, o da urina. Por isso que em uma das fotos que postei na minha galeria há quase duas semanas ele está usando fralda.
Ainda não conseguimos fazê-lo voltar ao normal totalmente, mas agora, na maioria das vezes, ele avisa que quer urinar.
Aos poucos, vamos chegar lá.
Em casa, como vocês podem ver na foto, deixo ele apenas no tapete higiênico, porque a fralda esquenta muito e ele fica nervoso. Estamos no verão aqui e é realmente muito, muito, muito quente, então prefiro deixar ele mais fresquinho.
Antes do fim do ano apareceram algumas pústulas na barriga dele e acabei encontrando outra nas costas, mas com dificuldade porque ele tem muito pelo, então teremos que tosar ele todo. :(
De qualquer forma, como eu disse, estamos no verão e o pelo dele está caindo mais que o normal, mesmo tomando vitaminas, então vai ser bom pra ele porque não vai ficar com tanto calor e bom pra mim porque será mais fácil de visualizar qualquer problema na pele, além de facilitar a limpeza também.
Dia primeiro de janeiro ele conseguiu ficar em pé sozinho e deu três passos. Yay!
Então, por enquanto, é isso. Ele continua na acupuntura e está se recuperando. Lentamente, mas está.
Agora é só esperar que ele continue melhorando mais a cada dia e não perder a fé.
Ah, já ia esquecendo. Juro que paro de escrever daqui a pouco.
Como expliquei no começo, adotei Arthur há cinco anos, quando a veterinária que cuidou dele na época disse que ele tinha no máximo um ano de idade, o que traz ele pra seis anos, certo? Errado. Durante esses vários exames, fomos vendo algumas características diferentes, digamos assim, de um cão que deveria ter seis anos, considerado jovem. Nisso, a opinião dos médicos foi unânime: Arthur tem entre 8 e 9 anos, então deixamos em 9 mesmo. O que explica o porquê de ele ter ficado todo grisalho tão rápido, a dificuldade da recuperação que, em um cão relativamente novo como ele "era", deveria ser bem mais rápida, explica também uma ligeira curvatura na coluna, etc...
Sendo assim, dia 7 de novembro de 2016, Arthur comemorará 10 anos e não 7, como estava previsto. Hahaha
Ufa! Agora acabou!
Peço desculpas pelo super texto, mas queria explicar tudo pra vocês, porque fica mais fácil para entender os próximos capítulos dessa história.
Ele está dormindo bastante (novidade!) e, como não pode sair, pois precisamos atrasar as vacinas dele devido à doença e não podemos renovar ainda, as próximas fotos serão sempre internas.
Agradeço a paciência de quem leu até aqui!
Espero que vocês tenham tido um ótimo natal e ano novo e desejo que 2016 seja mágico para todos nós!
Um grande abraço e até semana que vem!
Lorena e Arthur.