My laptop died yesterday. Did I mention that? Probably. It is currently en route to our IT dept. in LA. In the meantime, I'm having to fight tooth and nail, through mounds of paperwork, to get reports out to my clients. Kinda sucks. Doesn't help that we have a big shindig at which ACNielsen will be presenting on Wednesday at the Wine Institute. But okay, so that's just work.
I spent the day at the ranch yesterday. My health has taken a turn for the worse and this cold has now settled in my chest. I am hacking and miserable and weak and shaky.
Worse yet, Avery fell asleep on the way home from the ranch and slept a bunch. She woke screaming about her ear hurting. Being a mom who believes that science exists to enhance our lives, I medicated Avery with some Children's motrin and a decongestant, hoping the pressure in her ear was just her eustachian tubes being backed up from nasal congestion. She proceeded to wake regularly through the night, nursed constantly, even while sleeping and had periodic bouts of crying at 3, 4 and 5 am. I got up at seven, got Vi ready for school and then threw Avery in the car and went to the Dr.. She, indeed, has an ear infection. She is now on her very first antibiotics ever (I believe a testament to the wonders of breastfeeding).
Even with antibiotics on board she woke from her afternoon nap with a 105 fever which, if the motrin hadn't brought it down in about 20 minutes, would have had me back in the ER this evening.
When I returned from our initial visit to the pediatrician, Dean said, "Something's wrong with Phoebe." Phoebe is our twelve-year-old dalmation-terrier mix. Dean and I have had her since she was about a year old. We adopted her from Paws. She has always had an enormous enthusiasm and incredible patience with the kids. I went out to the dog's room(our back screened-in patio room) and she was lying on her side on the pavers, shaking. She wasn't eating. Sampson(our shepherd/rotty mix) threw up because he ate both of their bowls of food. My stomach dropped about a mile and I went into a complete panic. It's odd because Dean and I were just saying the other day how old Phebes is getting and how much she's slowed down recently. We've been trying to prepare for the fact that she's not going to be around indefinitely. I scooped Phoebe up and carried her out to the car and drove to the vet, which, thankfully wasn't too far.
I was very worried about her lethargy, the not eating, not being able to even stand. I thought that was going to be it today.
So, turns out she has a pulled muscle in her hind leg. The vet says the pulled muscle is compounded by her arthritis. She wolfed down a bunch of food at the vet. They gave her some puppy-vicodin and a bottle for me to give her here at home. We're going to put her on some long-term anti-inflammatory treatment for tyhe arthritis. She is now at least able to hobble about to get to the food and water. She even jumped up to bark when the UPS man came to the door this afternoon.
My sister came to get her mattress which was on top of our queen-sized guest bed. She tore the bed up and then didn't get the mattress, didn't put the bed back together. So, I've got to go make the bed. That's Viola's room now. We're going to fix it up for her as soon as Natalie gets the rest of her stuff out of there. At this point, I'm starting to think that may be never.
I feel like crap. I'm hoping BayA sleeps tonight because I need some sleep myself.