Good Thoughts are Needed

I've been up since 3:45 this morning. What woke me I couldn't tell you. All I know is I sat straight up in bed, wide awake and saw my husband getting dressed and little boy Scrat was on the bed (a BIG no-no in our house) waiting for him.

Turns out Scrat woke Hubby up crying. Scrat's been throwing up lately among other things, but then he just keeps on going. I switched his food and we kept an eye on him.

We thought it might be a reaction to the shots he got last week (Lepto, Rabies and Distemper), but his energy level was fine. He horked dinner again last night and we decided to call our vet this morning to see if she wanted to see him.

Then this morning, as stated, he woke Ken up crying around 3 am. Ken took him out to the office to see if he would settle, but he just kept wandering around the office and crying at random intervals then horked again. So Ken brought him back in to get dressed and take him to the emergency vet that is just around the corner.

I, of course, went with. On the way over, he was in Ken's lap and started crying again. :-( They took him back and couldn't find anything through touch. Gave the vet the history. She gave us some options. We know he will eat anything he can get in his mouth, so she recommended an XRay.

Sure enough, the little bugger has a good sized rock in his small intestine. We don't know if it is stuck, or if it might pass on its own. It is maybe about the size of a robin's egg (not huge, but not small). They have him on fluids and pain meds right now to rehydrate him and to see if it moves any.

We suspect they will probably decide to operate after we talk to them again at 10.

Think good thoughts please. We love the little bugger and would like him back in one piece.

FYI - www.carecredit.com is a lifeline given what we are going to have to drop to pay for this. Approved quickly for more than I asked for, so one less thing to worry about.

::EDIT::

He's OKAY! No surgery. I called at 10 and they said they would do the next X-Ray at noon and then call me.

Pins and needles let me tell you. It had moved but they were not really sure where it still was in the intestinal tract, small intestine or colon. At this point we start to worry about abrasion and possible puncture and subsequent infection, but his blood work as fine.

We made the decision to take the doc's recommendation and inflate the little bugger (poor guy) and take another XRay (he's gonna glow in the dark tonight) to see if they thought it could move further before deciding to cut him open. That was all happening at 12:30 and I went to lunch.

2:30 still no call. Start hounding hubby to call them. He's of the no news is good news. Not she who is hyped on an AMP drink to stay awake (evil stuff stay away from it). So he caved and called them for me.

The rock came out on its own! He is MUCH happier. Hopefully Ken will get to go get him soon. They may monitor him for infection for a little while longer.

I got the little bugger a muzzle at lunch time, so we don't have to go through this again. He's outside unsupervised, he's in the muzzle. Period. First chicken bones (don't ask - they know us well at this place), now this.

And I'm keeping that rock. It cost me about $1000. It's mine.

It is What It is...

and tomorrow I hopefully find what is causing 'IT'.

IT is chronic lower right quadrant pain since August 29, 2007. How do I know the date? It's the date you double over in pain in the middle of your garage and hope you can get up before your husband finds you there (FYI I did and then it was two weeks before I decided to see a doc about it - yeah I'm stupid, sue me).

IT is not my appendix - or at least it's not ready to rupture (if I'm wrong here it is taking it's sweet ole time about it!).

IT is apparently not ovarian cysts (those went away).

IT could be any number of other things, many of which are WAY too scary to mention.

Either way, all scans, ultrasounds, etc to date have not been able to pinpoint a definite cause and it didn't go away, so in we go.

Therefore tomorrow I go into the hospital at o dark thirty (5:30 is WAY too early to prep someone to be cut open) for a laparoscopy and a bunch of other stuff that depends on what they find, if anything. They will also be repeating the procedure they did last June.

I'm on the fence here. I want the pain gone. I want them to find something to blame for it. I want the final result NOT to be that I truly cannot have any more children (son - adopted almost 18 years ago - scar tissue from that potentially causing these problems) or worse (i.e. removal of something other than my appendix).

So I'll have three more temporary openings in me by end of day tomorrow and perhaps some good news or perhaps some bad news.

I know what I'm hoping for.

PS there still has been knitting, the cursed bamboo for my mother has been paired with some gossamer mohair from habu which appeared to break the curse. Hubby's fingertip gloves have been transfered to DPNs and I'm finished with the cuffs, and I'm making another hat out of that wonderful Malabrigo, and my second Harlot sock has turned the heel but I had to swipe a DPN for the gloves, so it's in standby.

PPS I cannot promise to be anywhere near a computer or my email till this weekend if that. Have a good week.