Happy Valentine’s Day lovers! You wouldn’t believe how I spent my Valentine’s Day eve. I celebrated with my very first trip to the Emergency Vet’s Office! Yippee. Yesterday evening I started acting a bit out of sorts. The first red flag was when my mom accidentally shut me in her office by myself. (I followed her in, she didn’t know that I had and then she shut the door as she left with me still inside. She did the same thing to Joey the day before!) Normally, I would have barked or scratched at the door to be let out, but after noticing me missing a couple minutes later, my parents discovered me in there laying on the floor underneath her desk. I wasn’t overly enthused that they’d found me and was content to stay in there by myself. It was odd behavior for me.
I continued to act more lethargic as the evening went on. Then around bedtime I started shivering and shaking and licking my lips a lot. I started panting too even though I was at rest. My posture was a bit hunched and I just wasn’t myself. My parents debated what to do. When I wouldn’t drink any water, they decided to take me to the emergency vet. This was around 10:30 p.m. and my mom was chosen for the job. Luckily, the emergency vet’s office is only a few minutes from our house so off we went.
I hate going to the vet under normal circumstances and even though this was a new environment for me, I knew right off the bat I didn’t like the place. I tried to make a run for it when they weighed me and my shivering increased due to my nerves. The “emergency room” was a ghost town so the doctor saw me right away. She was really nice and gentle with me and asked a lot of questions. I was afraid but didn’t resist as much as I normally do since I was feeling under the weather. I didn’t even yelp when she took my temperature. And yes, they take a dog’s temperature there if you catch my drift. The doctor kindly offered me some baby food which I ate up, a sign that my problem wasn’t gastrointestinal.
I was diagnosed with muscular skeletal pain (likely a sore back) and given some pain medication to take for two days. Naturally, my symptoms started going away before we even left the examination room. I guess that baby food perked me back up! We got home around midnight, I got my first doses of pain meds and we went to sleep. If I’m still having pain in a couple days, I’ll go in for testing for lyme disease and other tickborne illnesses. Remember that tick? But I’m pleased to say that now, about 18 hours after my ordeal started, I show signs of improvement and I think I’m gonna be just fine.
In addition to my pain medication, I was told to rest and avoid running, stairs, playing, jumping. Now if anyone has advice on stopping a dog from running, playing, jumping, please let my mom know because she’s a bit perplexed on how to “rest” a dog. She is carrying me up and down the stairs though. And on another note, that “extra” money — as if anything is extra, ha! — my mom had just gotten from a catering job went to cover half — just half — of this vet expenditure. FYI, an emergency vet visit costs about 3-4x more than a regular office visit. *Sigh*
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to my prescribed resting.