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Piper Emergency, but all is OK.
Apr. 7th, 2018 04:00 pmIt feels like a lot longer than five days since I updated here.
Just a day or two after Piper was adopted, I got a phone call from her new people at work. I didn't know the number and voicemail got it. I checked after getting out for the day and it was a message saying that there was a misunderstanding about her insulin dose and they hoped to talk to me as soon as possible.
That was the beginning of one of those moments where time seems to slow down. I called them back and got voice mail. I called the shelter to see whether they'd been in touch and talked to N, one of the staff there. N said that they had apparently given Piper 20 units of insulin rather than 2. "Oh my god..." I said. Piper was at the emergency vet where it seemed likely, but not guaranteed, that she'd pull through.
I desperately wanted to go to her and take her home, take care of her, make sure she was ok, tell her how loved she is, and know that she was safe in my arms. Instead I had an hour and a half long ride home on the train feeling scared and helpless. I texted a few people for support, and Lisa was kind enough to meet me on the way home and come with me to Evanston. The three of us and Danae's parents had dinner together and I managed to not be a complete mess. Then, on the way home as just Danae and I walked along a stretch of sidewalk where I often walked with Piper I completely lost my composure. She led me back into the condo, occasionally stopping to hold me as I hugged her against me and sobbed and moaned against her shoulder.
Piper is ok. We got some text updates from her new daddies as time went by, and the last one said that her blood sugar was back where it should be and she'd gone all day with no seizures. Thinking of her having seizures brought that acute pain in my heart back with a vengeance, but after calming down I felt good to know that she seems to have come through alright.
I know that her people really love her. They've gone to great lengths to take care of her through this. I'm sure that the emergency vets went over her care in great detail so I can't imagine this will happen again. It's just been so very hard for me. This was exactly the sort of thing I worried about when I kept irrationally worrying that other people won't be able to take care of her as well as Danae and I have. If it was another dog without her special needs, it wouldn't have been nearly so hard to let her go. But I got past it and saw that she had caring people when I met them and was managing alright. But then Piper almost died and I was just a wreck.
I've been dealing with the mental fallout from that most of this week. I'm feeling anxious about all sorts of things, and to a degree that I don't usually. I don't really want to go out and do things; I just want to be at home, in my safe space, with my safe person.
But Piper is going to be ok, and next week is a new week. And yesterday, Danae and I went to meet a couple of kitties at the shelter I volunteer at and it looks like we'll be bringing one of them home with us. More on that as it happens....
Just a day or two after Piper was adopted, I got a phone call from her new people at work. I didn't know the number and voicemail got it. I checked after getting out for the day and it was a message saying that there was a misunderstanding about her insulin dose and they hoped to talk to me as soon as possible.
That was the beginning of one of those moments where time seems to slow down. I called them back and got voice mail. I called the shelter to see whether they'd been in touch and talked to N, one of the staff there. N said that they had apparently given Piper 20 units of insulin rather than 2. "Oh my god..." I said. Piper was at the emergency vet where it seemed likely, but not guaranteed, that she'd pull through.
I desperately wanted to go to her and take her home, take care of her, make sure she was ok, tell her how loved she is, and know that she was safe in my arms. Instead I had an hour and a half long ride home on the train feeling scared and helpless. I texted a few people for support, and Lisa was kind enough to meet me on the way home and come with me to Evanston. The three of us and Danae's parents had dinner together and I managed to not be a complete mess. Then, on the way home as just Danae and I walked along a stretch of sidewalk where I often walked with Piper I completely lost my composure. She led me back into the condo, occasionally stopping to hold me as I hugged her against me and sobbed and moaned against her shoulder.
Piper is ok. We got some text updates from her new daddies as time went by, and the last one said that her blood sugar was back where it should be and she'd gone all day with no seizures. Thinking of her having seizures brought that acute pain in my heart back with a vengeance, but after calming down I felt good to know that she seems to have come through alright.
I know that her people really love her. They've gone to great lengths to take care of her through this. I'm sure that the emergency vets went over her care in great detail so I can't imagine this will happen again. It's just been so very hard for me. This was exactly the sort of thing I worried about when I kept irrationally worrying that other people won't be able to take care of her as well as Danae and I have. If it was another dog without her special needs, it wouldn't have been nearly so hard to let her go. But I got past it and saw that she had caring people when I met them and was managing alright. But then Piper almost died and I was just a wreck.
I've been dealing with the mental fallout from that most of this week. I'm feeling anxious about all sorts of things, and to a degree that I don't usually. I don't really want to go out and do things; I just want to be at home, in my safe space, with my safe person.
But Piper is going to be ok, and next week is a new week. And yesterday, Danae and I went to meet a couple of kitties at the shelter I volunteer at and it looks like we'll be bringing one of them home with us. More on that as it happens....
