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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Ayla Is Home

Just a quick note to let everyone know that Ayla is home, is OK, and that we are both going to bed!  Thanks to everyone for the purrs and good wishes!!!

Mark and Ayla

Houston, We Have A Problem...

TBT:  I just got home from the 24/7 emergency animal hospital at 12:30 am Wed.  Ayla is in trouble, but stabilized.

I went into the MewsRoom about 9:30 Tuesday night to give her some food, attention, and her first oral antibiotics.  She was very lethargic, but I kind of expected that.  I gave her head scritches to no response.  When I picked her up and held her, I realized there was blood on my hands and shirt.  Turning her belly up, she looked all red and lumpy.

I immediately called Dr Jeffrey's office and the recorded message gave me the number for the emergency hospital.  I called them to find where they where and thought I knew where they were.  I was wrong.  I found a 7-11 place and they knew the right location.  I was feeling desperate and Ayla wasn't even talking.

I finally got to the hospital 10:30 pm Tuesday.  They took her in right away.  But it wasn't all that good.  An HOUR after I was there, the onsite vet "proposed" putting a pressure bandage on her to stop the bleeding.  A fk'ng damn HOUR?  I wanted to punch him in the face for not doing that from the start!!!  And I'll have some words with Dr Jeffrey later today (Wed) about his sutures!

I cannot express how angry I am right now.  I was quizzed by the vet and staff about the exact medications prescribed and treated like an idiot for not knowing.  I understand why, but if you are away from the house do YOU know the names of the specific medications just prescribed and not even used yet?

You want to know the definition of a 24/7 emergency vet?   Someone who is WAY TOO  pathological to deal with normal pet problems in daytime hours!!!

Forgive me, I am LIVID ANGRY!  I could have driven home and back in 15 minutes and brought him the d*mn medications if they had just asked that at the start.  But they said I shouldn't leave.  I want to tear stuff apart and punch  a hole in a door.  ARRRRRRGGGGGGGG!!!

But that would not help Ayla.  So I drove home after TWO D*MN HOURS of pacing around and called them with the info on the labels of the medications.  Which were unreadable.  After some "back and forth" attempts, he figured out which medications were prescribed.  His response?  "Oh, that's standard".   It took a quarter hour to figure THAT out?

I think Ayla is going to be OK.  But I also think she is about duct-taped together right now. 

They said she needed some blood.  DUH!  That's because she bled all over the carpet, my clothes, her PTU, and their office table before this guy had the SENSE to put a pressure bandage on her.  Apparently, severe bleeding is not a "biggy" in his world.

I am spitting mad about the whole thing.  And so wound up I don't know where to turn.  It is so hard.  I am grateful they exist 24/7, but livid at the poor treatment protocols.

I can live with the extra $850.  Anything for Ayla.  But she could have died in their custody (and she might) and the only next question would have been "mass cremation or single".

And I'm not kidding about that.  A guy brought a dying (maybe dead) dog in while I was there, and that's what they asked!  "mass cremation or single".

They say Ayla is stabilized.  I can only hope.  But there was no where else to go.  I would like to get roaring drunk and sleep a whole day away, but if I don't call them in 5 hours they charge extra for "storage".

This has gone from one of the best days of my life to one of the worst...

1:50 am Weds