19 February Clean and Sober & Snookered

Okay, for those of you who read the 15 February 2011 confessional, well, let's say if I had an delusions of intelligence, I've been disabused of them.

Thursday night, I was really, really tired and didn't notice I hadn't plugged in my cell phone (which I was using as an alarm clock for Razzle's meds). I feel asleep around 8:00 PM. Surprise, surprise, the miraculous Verizon paperweight ran out of juice, the upshot of which was that I missed his 11:00 PM Tramadol dose and ....

and ...

and ...

The fink slept through the night like a baby on bendryl. Not a peep, not a whimper. I wake up around 7:00 AM when his NEXT dose of Tramadol and Gabapentin was due and he was still sleeping like an innocent angel (which he is NEITHER). He got up out of bed without so much as stretch-and-rumble and ambled up to me for a pet. Had I been shoving pills down him for days, no, for MORE THAN a week, for no apparent reason? Really?

Yep.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it takes a while for the drugs to work out of his system. But there was only one way to know. I decided to take a risk. I'd make him go cold turkey.(Cruella has nothing on me!) Nothing. No drugs at all. No Tramadol, no Gabapentin, no Codeine, Nada. So we went for a walk (even had a tail wag), had our breakfast (okay, we had it in bed) and waited.

and waited ...

and waited ...

and ...

and ...

Nothing. Not a peep. The only drug he got yesterday was the Pepcid (as he is still trying to eat grass when we walk I know his tummy is upset). He's been more mobile, more engaged and DRINKING MORE WATER (he did not drink much water at all over the last couple weeks, which, for flushing out our insides is not a good sign). Dr. Neary suggested fresh ground ginger to settle his stomach and the long stares at his sides have stopped.

So I guess I should slap on the handcuffs and turn myself in for puppy pill pushing or abuse by medication or something. The only thing I know for sure is that I was utterly taken in by the random screaming, the prolonged wails and moans and the irrational clinging guilt my utterly rational mind refused to acknowledge I was capable of. I couldn't be taken in, after all. I'm too hard, too disciplined, too intellectual to turn into a blithering guilt ridden idiot whose soul is being torn out by the slightest cry from a dog ... right? Forget it, marshmallow insides, wimp, pushover, (a.k.a. pusher), you've been busted. You've been HAD. By a great big brown-eyed con-artist.

So. Here we are 36 hours after his last pain meds and he's sleeping like a baby, pooing up a storm, drinking like a fish and whizzing wonder pee.

Anyone know where I can get "Sucker" tattooed on my forehead ... cheap? Oh, I forgot, it's already there; it's a magic doggie tattoo only visible to canines and panhandlers.

My grandmother hand a word for it.

Snookered.

8 February 2011 -- Wow! Two Lunches !!

We had our blood and urine tests yesterday, still awaiting results from oncology as to how we're doing.

However, we talked to Dr. Tripp about pain control and she agreed he needed something more (without saying Greyhounds are wimps about pain ... she said Greyhounds are wimps about pain .. and I'm not saying a thing). We added Gabepentin (Neurontin) and it's had a big impact. We slept through the night and after a kind of so-so attitude at breakfast, all of the sudden, he was in line for lunch and then in line for lunch again. Whoopee!! (Hey, it's the small victories that make my day; you should have heard me after adding coconut to his food turned him from toothpaste to bouncy poo in less than a day ... egad, 'bouncy poo' ... I'm actually waxing on and on about poo!!)

All in all, he seems much happier and calmer with the addition of this drug. We're keeping an eye on the Fentanyl patch as it will 'wear out' in the next day or so. He's still taking about 150mg Tramadol, so we haven't crossed the Rubicon quite yet. I'm planning on replacing the Fentanyl patch when it stops working. The problem is, due to differing metabolism in dogs, they don't know when that will be. It could be three days, it could be five days ... it could be they don't want to share that information as a panicked owner with a dog in pain in the middle of the night puts $300 in the till (tsk, tsk, that was a nasty, cynical shot).

We have an appointment Friday to take out the stitches. The wound is closing beautifully and as of this AM (8 days post-operative) his bruises are all but gone. He did have some negative skin reactions to everywhere the tape has been, but I've been staying after all those areas with baby wipes.

He has scraped himself a few times going up the stairs (we have a ramp to go down, but he REFUSES to go up it!) and he's almost fallen a couple times, the trick is trying to get him not to try too much, too fast.

Along those lines ... our BIG accomplishment yesterday was lifting our leg to pee -- it may have been a little shaky, it may not have been the most graceful thing I've ever seen, but he managed it -- out there on two pins, just like Mommy !