I don’t know if the charcoal disrupted his gastrointestinal tract or not, but the abrupt change in diet certainly did. His issues continued overnight, but only from the back end. Puking appears to be done. Bloody diarrhea, I’m sorry to say, not so much. Winding down, though.
The vet’s office wasn’t bothered. Final appointment with them in a couple of hours. I’m not feeding him until after. I hope they can help us with something to settle his bowels. Poor little dog looks like he’s lost at least 1 1/2 pounds! And when you weigh only 9 pounds, that’s a lot.
For Ollie, the good news is, he’s still very lively and wants to go on walks and play and is ready for breakfast. In all important respects, he’s doing fine. I’m hopeful this ordeal is close to over.
It’s weird but it turns out there were some people who didn’t know he’d passed. A surprise birthday party was organized for one of my favorite people in our complex. She’s a dog walker/sitter, and we’d donated a lot of our dog stuff to her. So, animals were welcome to the lawn party. One of the women asked about Max, and I had to tell her he was gone. I thought I was pretty o.k., but I got teary-eyed. It takes a while.
To slightly revisit. I tried and tried to avoid a confrontation. I really did. I told that woman three times that I didn’t want to have that conversation with her, but she kept coming at me. Even when I was playing I knew there was going to be issues so I laid back as much as I could, just playing little A-minor riffs in the back ground in case anyone wanted to do anything else but no one did. I really don’t know what I could have done to make that set any better and I have no idea why this woman - who had never uttered word 1 to me in the previous six months - decided to go at me last night.
I’m trying to breath deep and take this in stride, but I’m really bummed that the first night back I had to eat a bowl of shit.
The worst part of it, too, is that after that horror set, I had a set on bass that went really well (because I don’t try to overplay on bass (stay in time and hit the root on the one)) and was a blast.
AND … I had a chance to talk to the guitarist from a few weeks ago who was on stage when I broke up the set and buried the hatchet. I was having a great time right up until that shithead ruined everything.
ok, i am here to whine, I am feeling sorry for myself. I lost my dad last year and my mom last month, I was in a wreck last friday and they are probalby going to total my car. Trying to close out my parents estate has been really hard with lots of beauracracy. My whiney part is that other friends who ar egoing through similar are haveing food brigades set up for them, Go fund me accounts set up, rides being offered, grocerys bought, etc. Now, I don’t really need any of this but I just want someone to offer stuff. I want to feel like people care. What I really want is my mom and dad to hug me and tell me it will be allright and to not have to go next week to scatter thier ashes.
being a grown up is too hard.
I think having the security of a good social network is a basic human need. I’m reading about it right now in a book called Building a Non-Anxious Life.
This is going to sound horrible but I recently read a book written by a dying woman - Everything Happens for a Reason and Other Lies I’ve Loved and I found myself being actually jealous of her life, because she described this rich and nourishing tapestry of loved ones. I have some people but I don’t know how many would rally around me in hardship.
This is not something you necessarily need to burden yourself with right now, but I think we could both stand to bolster our support network for future calamities. In the meantime, is there anyone at all you can reach out to and talk about this? It isn’t something to be ashamed of. You deserve to have people in your corner.
Yeah, if something big happened I’d regret my decision to a) Become a hermit during Covid quarantining; and b) Keep being a hermit ever since.
One good thing about having Church Friends is that they’d step up if I needed them (but until then those people can just jolly well wonder whatever became of me).
People who insist on using speakerphone for everything drive me nuts.
It’s awful when you have to hear their loud conversation as a bystander, agreed. It’s a phone not a damned walkie-talkie. I don’t want to hear you yelling about bowel movements. But it’s just as bad when you’re trying to have a phone call and the person on the other end doesn’t want to have the phone to their face. No, I can’t hear you, I can hear the dog outside barking better than I can hear you. And as an IT person I am on the phone to people a lot trying to walk through complicated stuff. It’s hard to do that over the sound of your neighbor’s lawnmower.
A speakerphone is a wonderful and useful piece of technology that does have a time and place, it’s just that some people think that time and place is “always and everywhere”.
You are allowed to feel sorry for yourself. Losing your parents isn’t something you just deal with once and then move on from. At some level, I think every time you have a crisis, it brings up feelings of abandonment and loss, knowing you can’t go to your parents with it.
If it helps at all, you have a group of people here who are ready with sympathy, even if we can’t offer you any in-person support. It’s okay to express it when you’re feeling overwhelmed by life.
With some I have to hear in public, I find myself wondering how the people whose personal private business is being shouted all over the place would feel about having such things published to a bunch of randos in a public place.
You are not whining. You are having a very hard time and you can certainly take some time to mourn all the awfulness you are currently experiencing. Do let yourself be sad! You get to feel how you feel. I think you ought to treat yourself as kindly as possible right now. And, as was said above, people on this board can be a lot of help. Drop by this week’s MMP ( [I hate when I do that in the MMP!] (https://boards.straightdope.com/t/i-hate-when-i-do-that-in-the-mmp!/)and read and you’ll see how much kindness you can get from this message board. If the people in your life are not so kind then stick with us, we will give you strength to get through the day. (if I messed up the link I’m sorry!)
Shame on you; you almost deserve your own pitting for that. Tis one of the Bestest Movies Evah, & the count of wrecked PD cars is seriously impressive, too. I gotta think it’s a movie record.
The cretin in the apartment above us, who often carries on loud, angry conversations with someone on his cell phone, while standing out on his balcony.
It’s fun to stand next to that person and join the conversation for a couple sentences, then just walk away. Sometimes object lessons are the only lessons people can absorb.
Like the guy I worked with ages ago. I started early to have a quiet time before the chaos descended. But he started early too and went through his voicemails on SPEAKER. The office was quiet enough at that hour that his vm’s were all I could hear – no other ambient noise. I wanted to strangle him.
