Shhhhhhhh
(I am not writing this. Nope. Nothing happening here, evil twists of fate.)
Last night, when we went in to visit Emma, she was much better. Not herself, yet, but greeted us, had her first nibble of food, from our hands, and started grooming herself. I think the term "perking up" sums it up.
I spoke with the vet who was on duty last night a little bit ago, and he thinks she is even brighter this morning. She is eating some, had her poor socked-in nose cleaned out and is breathing much better. She had her second dose of dexamethasone (a steroid that replaces much of what is not being made in Addison's disease).
Should get those stim lab results around noon today, and then will see what is what.
I'll let you know.
(tiptoeing away)
Last night, when we went in to visit Emma, she was much better. Not herself, yet, but greeted us, had her first nibble of food, from our hands, and started grooming herself. I think the term "perking up" sums it up.
I spoke with the vet who was on duty last night a little bit ago, and he thinks she is even brighter this morning. She is eating some, had her poor socked-in nose cleaned out and is breathing much better. She had her second dose of dexamethasone (a steroid that replaces much of what is not being made in Addison's disease).
Should get those stim lab results around noon today, and then will see what is what.
I'll let you know.
(tiptoeing away)
Labels: The Furry Ones
posted by Diana at 9:28 AM
9 Comments:
Tendative good news. One tends to await the official "She's home and sitting on the funiture" before I leap up in boisterous jubilation. She is my third grandchild.
Ole RFer
PS: Happy Thanksgiving to all the Piffle-Buddies. You are a neat group.
I'm going to whisper - that sounds good and I'm hoping for a post soon about how she is completely better.
Nothing going on here, evil twists of fate. You just mind your own business.
At work we try very hard not to talk about how slow we are because that always ends up cursing us.
Happy Thanksgiving, Diana!
Pft pft pft!
*actions telepathic waves*
If you had written something, and if I'd happened to read it, I might just be overwhelmed w joy and jumping around, inadvertently stepping on tripod's tale much to tripod's dismay and subsequent dismay of my right calf. And I mean in my body, in case you'd be confused. I would also, had I read the comments to a post that never was, be tempted to squeeze your dad's cheeks in that portie way bcs the 3rd grandchild bit would have been just... just... genetic goodness or something, as attested by you all.
*turns off telepathic waves and spits onto ground again, w much vehemence*
[Remind me to post abt the donkey today, oh the donkey, I love the sheep right now, sheep are GOOD FRIENDLY animals in comparison, sheep are tame!]
Pssst... If there happened to be a post not written that I happened to read somehow, I am thrilled and evil twists of fate can just go on with their business since there is no need for them here.
Happy Thanksgiving!
I just found your blog via "Which Surprised Her". I'll keep my fingers crossed for your dog (which will be tough, as I've got to cook a turkey soon and that basically will just leave me with 6 available appendages with which to cook). It's great news that she's eating!
GAH! I have not had internet access!! Poor Emma! Big hugs for all of you. I will finish reading and send you an email later tonight. More hugs- K
I know you don't want to jinx anything, but it sounds like things are looking up.
GOOD GOD. I am reading that post thinking you were tiptoeing into SARA'S room. When I hit the "started grooming herself." part, I realized you were talking about your DOG.
I really need to work on getting more sleep.
Here's hoping for good news... (quietly)
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