The past week has been like running a hospital at home. First I got a cold after coming back from California and Juneau, AK. The cold that I really didn’t have time for. But what can you do when viruses take over, and make you feel yucky and tired, sneezing, and coughing lungs out? In the middle of hard training season.
No Crossfit games for me this year – there was no way i could have been validating my scores for the games last week. The great plan to run a half marathon around 1:30 or less in near future will definitely get pushed back a bit – after a week-long sickness I’m still so weak that walking a few flies of stairs gets me out of breath… And I haven’t actually run a single mile since a couple of weeks ago when I hit the trail with some fellow runners in California. So fingers crossed for returning to normal routines. I so can’t wait. Last night I was dreaming of running in the rain, and kept repeating myself how awesome it is just to run. And then woke up coughing.
I miss the endorphins of running, the solitude, and relaxation.
But back to the topic. While I have been cracking up jokes about being sick as a dog, from now on I will shut up. Being sick as a dog sucks big time, especially if the dog is sick. Our poor Tassu got seriously first time ever in his life last week. While we were in Juneau, he was staying at a puppy hotel, and when we picked him up last Monday, he was a happy puppy, normal himself. Tuesday he was a little bit tired but played with his toys. Wednesday he threw up in the house, which I didn’t think too much of. Dogs puke every once in a while for whatever reason. Thursday he was sleeping a lot, and threw up again a couple of times. That made us to think that things are not how they should be, and we were planning to take him to the vet on Friday. But no worries, I just figured that upset stomach will calm down when we keep him fasting for 12 hours – at least he was drinking water.
Then Friday morning I got up way too early to go to bathroom, and noticed the dog wasn’t in the bedroom. He usually sneaks into our bed at night, or at least stays in his bed in our bedroom. So I decided to check his other bed in the living room, and turned lights on.
Gosh, what I saw.
Poor dog had been vomiting all over in the living room, staircase, and I found dog shaking and hiding downstairs. Poor puppy thought we would be mad at him for messing the house. I rushed upstairs to wake up Jason, and after a quick family negotiation decided that he has to see the doctor sooner than later. His stomach felt pretty hard, and in my head I went through all the possible causes from slipped stomach to poisoning.
Jason kindly offered to take the dog to a vet clinic in Anchorage – the only one that is open 24 hours. Vet did tests, and came up with diagnosis: bacterial infection. Dog got some antibiotics i.v., as well as some fluids. And more antibiotics to go home with. What a scary event it was but thanks to medicine and after sleeping for 24 hours our pooch is annoying himself again – wants to play with us constantly, and loves his squeaky penguin when I have work related calls going on.
And the house got cleaned too. My awesome husband loves to have gadgets for everything, so after this ordeal I was more than thrilled about being an owner of carpet cleaner. I started to clean the carpets but had to leave for work on Friday morning – when I came home, Jason had finished up where I left. What a wonderful husband I have!