First off: Happy Valentine's Day. Now, lets let it never happen again.
The last few weeks have been absolutely awful, and today has been the icing on the cake, most definitely. Since we've been back from Oklahoma, Jason and I have been out of doctor's offices more often that we have been to work it feels. I started off with the never ending medical issues that I have (I swear I am not a hypochondriac, I am just searching for the cause of my issues that never seem to be solved.) Anyway, basically what stemmed it off was a picture that Jason and I had together while in Oklahoma where my parathyroid (or so it seemed) was bulging out of my neck. See figure 1:
[caption id="attachment_341" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Figure 1"]
[/caption]I have had medical issues up the wazoo over the last 3 to 4 years, and most of them have gone undiagnosed / ignored when all the "obvious" answers have been shot down. Well, after seeing this, I decided to try another (I say another because I have been through a good 7 or 8 at this point) and see where it took me. Well, it took me into an imaging clinic where they ultra-sounded my neck, because this doctor didn't think it was my parathyroid, but soft tissue that had formed. What does that mean? I don't know. I won't fund out until the 26th, along with the results of my blood test. Super. What ever it is, I hope it explains all these medical marvels that have happened to me, and will help get me back to normal... and soon, like... oh, I don't know before my wedding, maybe? So that's my crap.
Last Monday, Jason went to urgent care because he had blood in his urine. They gave him a shot in the bum, some scrips, and sent him on his way, telling him to come back the next morning for a check up, make an appointment with his primary, and come back if it worsened. He went Tuesday, things seemed to get better. By Friday, he still had blood in his urine, and his doctor told him to get a urinalysis Saturday morning... that brings us up to date to yesterday.
When Jason got home from work, the dogs were going NUTS. Not nuts like they do when children are throwing stuff at them from the street and teasing them, but worse. There was a little puppy trying to get into our yard. I have no doubt that these dogs will defend us if necessary. We corralled our ferocious beasts into the house, and picked up the puppy, who was scared but friendly. He immediately found a place in my heart, as Jason's turned cold. "No, we can't keep him!" (keep this statement that was repeated throughout the night and following day in mind.) We ask a few surrounding neighbors who are out if the dog is theirs, but no one seems to know. We set him up in the kitchen with the baby gate, (see figure 2) and decided that if he was a jumper we better put boxes and something heavy in front of it (like the trash can.) We headed out the door to go out to eat, and decide that we should tell our neighbor, Cheryl that if anyone comes looking for it, get their name and number. She then informed us that her neighbor has a small dog, but she couldn't describe it, so we decided to get back into the house to grab something to write a note on to leave for them. Guess who greeted us at the door? The little booger jumped onto the top of the trashcan and vaulted himself off! So we decided to put him in our bathroom while we headed back out.
[caption id="attachment_342" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Figure 2"]
[/caption]We came back from dinner, and he had jumped on the toilet, and then the counter and knocked everything into the sink. He was a crafty little guy. We then gave him a bath, since he was absolutely filthy, ratty, and stinky, and a bit of food, because he was also very skinny. We figured that he hadn't been out for long because the pads on his feet were still soft, and his nails were pretty overgrown. He didn't leave our side for the rest of the night. At one point, he didn't like the way that Jack (mean ole' grumpy cat) was looking at him, so he picked up his food bowl, and moved it across the room. I am telling you, he was a-d-o-r-a-b-l-e! For the night, we put him back in the bathroom, where he yipped and yelped for a bit, and then quieted down until he had to go to the bathroom. He may have been young, but he was very well trained. He didn't pee or poop in our house at all, even after we had left him alone for two hours, plus the entire night. The next morning, we wake up, see the neighbors we left the note for took the note, but didn't call us, so it wasn't theirs and headed to PetsMart to look for a microchip. No chip. We posted on their Lost & Found board, and headed home to make some signs. We made about 10 signs, and as we head out the door, we see that the neighbors we left the note for were home, but getting ready to leave. Jason walked over, and asked if they were missing a dog, and he said yes. The guy could barely describe the dog, but described it enough to where we knew it was his. He couldn't even tell us if the dog was neutered or not... when it was quite obvious. The saddest part is, it is his son's dog, they didn't even BOTHER to look for it, it had been missing over 12 hours at this point, and someone had left a note with two phone numbers on their gate,. When they were in our yard, he was running around, and he cowered in fear when the guy went to pick him up! I had to pick him up and hand him to the guy because he kept hiding behind me. I hate to think about how they must treat this dog considering how concerned they were over it being missing and all. Once the guy left, the regret started coming... shockingly more from Jason than myself. Jason was super upset, and I think he may have even, dare I say it, been kind of attached to him. Its just sad to think how this isn't someones pet, but a toy for their kid. The most stupid part was when the guy said "I don't know how he gets out, he must be lonely." Ya don't say? I tried, politely as I could, to tell him he was retarded and that the dog can fit easily through the slats on the gates, considering he casually walked through ours on the way back from PetsMart, but he didn't really care.
After we went in and recouped for a bit, I asked Jason when he was planning on going to the lab, and he said he wanted to go to urgent care, as he was having a lot of pain. We headed to urgent care, where they nicely took our money, took Jason back, asked him why he was even there, and not the emergency room, and then sent him off. (Annoying, thanks for wasting our time.) So we head to the closest emergency room we can find, and got in pretty fast. We got there just in the nick of time too, because it was basically empty, and then got super busy. We were there for a good 3 hours, Jason got some morphine, saline, and scripts to help him survive the weekend as well as a CT scan with a diagnosis of an 8 mm kidney stone, which, if he doesn't pass this weekend, he will have to have surgically removed on Monday. Eek. He actually has a few stones (no specific number, which would have been nice to know) ranging from 2-3 mm all the way up to his monster 8 mm one. When we got home from the hospital, we picked up his meds, and some food (since he has to eat when he takes them) and took a nap for about 2 hours, that we both needed. We woke up about 4:45, and started to work on our homework, that was due... today! About an hour into it, Jason runs to the trash can and starts horking up everything under the sun. Personally, I feel that I have a strong stomach. I can tolerate blood, guts, dead bodies, you name it... except vomit. I cannot handle vomit. If there is vomit in the picture, there will be a second dosage from me... even if it's my own... it will make me go for round two. I sat at my desk (because I was pretty much trapped in the room) trying not to hear it, trying to focus on something... anything else, when he asked me to get him a washcloth. I grabbed a washcloth and started to run the water, I got as far as asking him if he wanted it hot or cold, and then there I was... joining in on the party in the sink. Sure enough, when I saw my own, I just couldn't stop (where was it going to go, it was the bathroom sink, and we had Arby's in our system.) I ended up having to grab some tongs from the kitchen, and close my eyes while I fished for the drain after about 10 minutes of heaving to try and get rid of the aftermath. Ugh that was so gross. Jason, being done, comes in to comfort me, and gets me a washcloth. We are quite the pair, eh?
As for now, we are headed off to bed. We have a ton of stuff to do tomorrow plus all the catching up on what we were supposed to do today. Here's some pictures of our ER adventures though!
[caption id="attachment_344" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="When we first got there."]
[caption id="attachment_345" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Yick."]
[caption id="attachment_346" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Jason doped up, with his strainers on his head..."]
[caption id="attachment_348" align="aligncenter" width="225" caption="Jason doing "homework" note the mouse pad on the ground. E for effort."]
