I haven't been here in almost a week. I've been home, but I haven't been at livejournal.
We had super dog drama. Truffle got sicker and sicker. She was twitching and trembling and noit eating and not wanting to do anything. She was so bad that the extra dog stopped bullying her. I finally convinced the nice fellow to take her to the vet -- or rather, he decided on his own that he ought to take her in, because she didn't get better -- and she was diagnosed with kidney failure which they eventually confirmed was Addison';s disease, which is the good news, because it's treatable with fairly simple drug regimen. Cortisone for life. She got a jolt of mood elevators and prednisone and acid reducers to get her going (after the IV fluids and stuff at the vet's): and we don't have to give her peanut butter or anything to get her to take these pills. She pounces on them. She loves her some Prednisone. (Prednisone is the drug that made me crazy when I first hurt my hands)
So now she's ravenous and can go for short walks without exhaustion and she barks her fool head now and then. And Roxy's back to innocently lying in the way so Truffle gets blocked from whatever she wants to do.
And, Frank has passed all his tests except he still has his Anatomy oral test to do. And he'll be home in three weeks!
We had super dog drama. Truffle got sicker and sicker. She was twitching and trembling and noit eating and not wanting to do anything. She was so bad that the extra dog stopped bullying her. I finally convinced the nice fellow to take her to the vet -- or rather, he decided on his own that he ought to take her in, because she didn't get better -- and she was diagnosed with kidney failure which they eventually confirmed was Addison';s disease, which is the good news, because it's treatable with fairly simple drug regimen. Cortisone for life. She got a jolt of mood elevators and prednisone and acid reducers to get her going (after the IV fluids and stuff at the vet's): and we don't have to give her peanut butter or anything to get her to take these pills. She pounces on them. She loves her some Prednisone. (Prednisone is the drug that made me crazy when I first hurt my hands)
So now she's ravenous and can go for short walks without exhaustion and she barks her fool head now and then. And Roxy's back to innocently lying in the way so Truffle gets blocked from whatever she wants to do.
And, Frank has passed all his tests except he still has his Anatomy oral test to do. And he'll be home in three weeks!
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Congratulations to Frank. Gosh, that first year seems to have gone by so quickly!
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And how wonderful that not only is Truffle's illness easily handled, but she likes her meds! (And that prednisone is cheap!)
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The truly horrific one was when I picked a very young new leaf of poison ivy or oak (never can remember which is which) peeking in it's lonesome from behind a fence (why I didn't id the plant) and crushing it, smelled it strongly, rubbed it all over myself inadvertently, esp. all over my face.
The alergin entered my bloodstream through all the fine veins in the face and my entire body reacted, I literally could not voluntarily stop scratching -- my nervous system reacted involuntarily -- and I was in agony.
So you can see prednisone's side effects were worth getting that stopped no matter what.
Still, long term use is obviously another story. Figuring out the actual body systems involved in side effects is pretty astonding as well.
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And they were all much better than the scratching.
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