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What a night....what a day!!!
What a night....
I've mentioned that my partner died in early October '07 of lung/liver cancer that had been diagnosed in January '07. The last 5-1/2 months have been spent adjusting to living life alone - and coming up against the myriad of things that means - big & small. I hit another one of those last night...one I've been worrying about.
I've been fighting an infection for the past few weeks - first they thought I had shingles, then the MRSA virus. Last night around 1am I spiked a fever, was developing a rash on my face (where the virus is - of course not somewhere it can be hidden!) & chest, had really bad chills....basically feeling miserable.
I knew I needed to go to the emergency room, but what about the dogs?! And what if I had to stay at the hospital? And of course, because my thinking was headed down that path, what if something happened and I died?!?
Well, I cleaned the house (didn't want anyone coming into the house and seeing my mess!), organized the dogs food/leashes/harnesses/toys/etc. and went to the emergency room at 2:30am, hoping I'd be able to come home in a few hours. It's a very odd feeling to drive yourself to the emergency room, and be there alone without anyone knowing you're in the hospital.
Three neighbors have keys to my home in the case of emergency - I had just learned yesterday one had just had a stroke and the other two had left for Florida the day before!
At 5:15am I called a friend (you know it's a friend if you can call at that time of the morning) who was going out of town this afternoon but would take the morning off work and go look after the dogs.
At 8:30am, with heart monitors going off, doctors/coming and going, and drugs knocking me out, I found a neighbor who could come and stay in my house with the dogs through the night. The doctors told me I was going to be admitted to the hospital - they just didn't yet know if I had a blood/skin infection or was having an allergic reaction to medications.
What a day....
At 10am I heard from the first friend. She started the conversation with "Are you laying down? And just let me say first that everything is fine." Never a good start! When she let Cody & Tess outside, she didn't realize the gate hadn't closed completely. She was outside with the dogs but Tess, afraid of people, was very skittish and took off out the gate... and kept going down the street!!! I'm about 2 blocks in three directions for major streets. Maureen was frantic...neighbors were out looking, they called the police.
To top it all off, I had brushed both dogs last night and taken their collars w/ tags off and hadn't yet put them back on. So, when Tess ran she didn't have any identification on! (She is microchipped, so there would have been that to fall back on, but still....)
Finally, Maureen ran home to her house and got the car. When she came back by my house, Tess was sitting in the driveway, waiting to be let back in the house - no worse for the wear (although I can't same the same for my friend, Maureen!). I'm not sure how long she was going, I suspect an hour or two.
This evening the doctors finally decided I was having a severe allergic reaction to the medication I had been taking for 8 days for the infection and that I could go home if I wanted....welllll, yeah!
So now I'm home, with both dogs safe (with collars/tags on) and asleep. The day was one of another of those reminders that you can't always depend on tomorrow and I need to make some arrangements - detailed instruction readily available to anyone who has to come in and take care of Tess & Cody for me; updating my will to make sure they're both taken care of....just in case.
I think I'm just going to skip tomorrow! I'm worn out!!!!
Jill - Tess & Cody's mom