Last night when I posted about 5:30 I thought that the day had been long. Little did I know it was about to become significantly longer. My idea of camping out on the couch — yeah, that didn’t even come close to happening. I ended up being awake for about 23 hours yesterday…
While I was in the shower my mom called. Grandpa had fallen and she couldn’t get him up. Mike went over there while I finished my shower and dressed. He returned home and they decided to give Grandpa about an hour to see if he could walk or not.
In the meantime, one of our fur babies, Wilson, decided to chew on some of the decorative sticks that I have sitting by the fireplace. The kitties do this a lot and while it is annoying it is just one of those things we are use to and use to cleaning up. This time he must have crunched down on the stick just right… He walked around the house smacking his lips and trying to get his paw in his mouth. It was obvious something was not right and a stick was stuck either in his throat or in his mouth somehow.
We made the emergency vet call and he told us to bring him in. While Mike is trying to catch Wilson (he is our wild-child) my mom calls. We decide we need to take Grandpa to the ER to have an x-ray. He can not put any weight on his left leg. So Mike takes the cat and I head to my parents. Mom has to call the ambulance service because we do not think we can get Grandpa in the car (and they live 2 blocks from the hospital).
So I have a fur baby and my Grandpa both in the ER last night. Turns out Wilson had a piece of stick wedged between his teeth in the roof of his mouth. They had to give him gas sedation to pry it out. (Needless to say, after the lovely vet bill the sticks have now been disposed off. I have an empty vase sitting by my fireplace…)
Grandpa has a bruised hip so they just gave him some pain medication and sent him home. Bringing him home is where the real fun begins.
He literally can’t walk. And the living room in their house has about 4 steps up into the rest of the house, bathrooms, etc. Between Mike and my mom they managed to get him in the car and it took about an hour to get him from the back door of the house to the bedroom. We had to give him strict orders not to get up during the night and a cup to pee in while sitting on the side of the bed before we went home. Mike and I set the alarm this morning and headed back over to get him out of bed and down to the living room. He is going to have to get better fast because I just don’t see how this is going to work out long term…
I feel like I am Cinderella and I am waiting for my pumpkin to explode. This should be one of the happiest times in my life… I am expecting my first, much-wanted, child in a matter of days. I have a husband who is a saint. I have so many good things going on. But then there is Grandpa and the inevitable is drawing near. I’m going to pop out a baby and my whole world is going to change. Then my Grandpa is going to die and my whole world is going to explode. I wonder when the clock is going to strike midnight….
Wow, I don't even know what to say. I hope things work out the best way they can.
Glad everyone made it home ok.
Small world….I had a grandparent die when I was 36 weeks along.
Tough times…what with the deep reflections and all.
Everyday may be a marathon from now until…gee, until Bo is 6 to 9 months….or less hopefully
Course extra ciricular crisises are of no help at this time.
Concentrate on you and Bo.
There may be no 2 days the same for a long while to come. Do what you need to do to rest.
Just a friendly heads up.
(I hope I don't sound patronizing or all full of doom and gloom because when I re-read it to myself I'm thinking….'gee, I wish someone had told me that kind of thing when I was having my first')
I am glad your kitty and grandpa are ok.
I hope your grandpa hangs in there for a little while longer. Who knows maybe he will hang on for a few more years. ((( Hug )))
whew, hope these last few days are MUCH more peaceful.