I knew it would be. From the moment I scheduled Bella’s what-the-heck-is-going-on-with-her hospital stay for the same day as Jax’s 18 month well check, I knew that was a dumb move. I didn’t know it would be the day after we received horrible news about a ginormous chunk of unexpected bills, but c’est la vie, right?
Anyway, so I was already stressed to.the.max. today, and thankfully Trav dropped Bella off at the animal hosp. before heading to work this morning so I didn’t have to wake Jax early to do that. Jax took forever and a day eating his lunch though, so he didn’t go down until 1:45, and I had to wake him to go to the doctor at 2:35. He usually sleeps until 4:30 or 5, and waking him early ALWAYS unleashes a monster, so there was my first clue it wouldn’t go well.
We got to the doctor’s office and instead of playing with the toys like he did last time before our appointment, Jax clung to my leg while I filled out paperwork. I figured he was just tired, but when we got to the exam room and I started to take off his clothes, he FREAKED. Like full-on screaming, can hardly breathe, shaking. We somehow got his weight (28.5 lbs) and length (33.25 in) and he just screamed non-stop until the doctor came in to see him. He screamed the whole time he was checking him out and acted scared of him and all the “tools”. He continued to cry until the nurse brought the shots stuff in, and then he lost it. I finally got him calmed down once we were outside, but I think it’s safe to say he remembered that he doesn’t like that place. Over all the screaming, we somehow were able to discuss his development (all great, except the eating) and I begged for some Prevacid, to which he obliged. Cross all appendages that this works. We need relief.
After that mess, we had to go get Bella. They did a urinalysis and bloodwork, and the urinalysis showed a pretty bad UTI. She’ll need a prescription dog food and hopefully that will get rid of it. The bloodwork results will be in tomorrow, but the vet is pretty positive it’s a thyroid problem, and that putting her on a regular medication dose will clear it up. I hope he’s right. But again, more expenses. Yay.
When we left, I was trying to wrangle my overweight dog and overtired toddler into the car when I heard the doors unlock to the car next to us, and saw a familiar face, my old OB. You know, the one I fired because her coworker is apparently unaware of how to properly deliver a baby. AWKWARD. She said “Hi there! Haven’t seen you around in a while!” and I mumbled something like “yeah we moved…” but felt more like telling her exactly why I will never step foot in her practice again.
Needless today, I hope this weekend is relaxing.