Seattle sunset captured by Rob
I thought this blog is sorely in need of some photos devoid of snow, so they're a little less Gehring Road and more where one of us is and one of us would like to be. This week has been a disaster... really one thing after another. It started with yet another snow clean-up (we were off two days this week...) our snowblower promptly bit the dust at the end of the driveway when I was about halfway through. As the sleet and freezing rain pelted me and I desperately tried to restart my life-line I had a little break down in the middle of the driveway and decided to go in. The exhaustion of dealing with every single solitary issue involved with snow and this winter solo had frankly done me in. I was angry, exhausted, stressed and lonely.
On entering the house, I noticed that a bottle of Ibuproferin (which is never anywhere besides the bathroom) lay open and knocked over on the dining room table, cap on the floor, and not a pill to be found anywhere. Kylie, who is a bit of a maniac while I snowblow (picture screaming, getting up on the table because she can no longer see me from the windows over the snow drifts) had clearly been up on the table... my heart sank. Getting to the vets in an ice storm... down the driveway at full tilt through snow ice, into the snow bank, shoveling out... up the nearby "mile hill road"... around plows and people driving slowly of course, but painfully slow for my frame of mind... breaking down the equally slippery road that the vet is on was enough to shatter my nerves completely... it was absolutely the worst day of my life. Kylie spent two days there. I've spent very few days of her life away from her and these were hideous days I tell you. The vet tech picked her up and dropped her as she squirmed before I left... that haunted me... "She may or may not have a slipped disk" I said to the vet, about the dog who may or may not have ingested advil "that cannot happen again." The emergency vet on call scared the daylights out of me. She repeatedly talked about the grim situation, the fact that pills really shouldn't be out, and dropped words like "kidney failure" "ulcers" and "extremely toxic" I sat in the vets office when she took Kylie away and wept.
Heading back home from the vets without the little lady for the first time ever, I didn't notice that the plow had been by and the bottom of the driveway was impassible. Stuck at the bottom of the driveway, my cell phone died... leaving me out of touch with the vet, Rob, everyone. I frantically dug myself out and into bigger trouble at the bottom of the driveway. A really wonderful neighbor helped and helped me gun it up backwards (how I now have to get up our driveway as that ice I left out there is beyond treacherous).
So little lady's kidney values were perfect for two days. She finally came home to me on Friday I was delighted she seemed to be really fine... the vet's parting words were "well, we won't know, but we've done all we can do..." I paid and left. An exhausted Kylie has spent this weekend sleeping, coming back into her own and even playing.
That huge sigh of relief you heard at your home (wherever you are) is me... who luckily did not poison her dog, crash her car and break the snowblower aka lifeline in one day. Big sigh... I think I need vacation. Anyway, I hope your week and weekend were full of good things and big sighs of happiness. We're off to rest and recoup and recenter. Here's more serene Seattle...
