the word - broke
The English language is an amazing thing. So many words with more than one meaning and if said with different tones & inflections can mean so many more things. When I just sit here and think of the word broke I think of a glass in a million tiny shards and of the financial situation of the Nation and this household.
My 'blog desire' came about because I break most technology I have. And I can in my mind hear Espen years from now going "OOOHhh mommy broke it". And it will be true. Last week my computer broke. Yes this really happens. Surfing the net got me a virus that even with my mad skills I couldn't do anything about. So 4 days in the shop & some $130 later my desktop was back & working fine. But geesh... it was over those 4 days, without a camera & computer that I decided I'd start blogging. I can tell you good places to get your things fixed! Good deals. And most importantly the BEST, most affordable equipment for a clumsy person! And I'm going to be green & recycle my old CANON... right after I write and tell them what a great piece it was.
Writing to thank people, to complain or to recommend is a dying "art". It is unfortunate... I try to be better and remember to do it. We all should! So I will write CANON today - I will be accountable to myself. When my car charger broke & I couldn't get satisfaction from the location I purchased it at, I wrote to sprint & they replaced it and apologized to me for my troubles. So today...
But today I also feel broken. And my little dog does too... the word BROKE (broken, break) it means so much.
When the mail man came yesterday (as is our daily routine) Peso went all sorts of crazy barking & growling. This is normal and I shushed him because of a sleeping baby. The best way to quiet him is to just get the mail so I was doing just that when Peso suddenly fell over convulsing, foaming, writhing in pain. He couldn't get balance. He was stiff. He had COLD FEAR in his brown eyes. He was shaking. He knocked over the end table. He peed on the floor. The pain and fear were fast and instant. Puente started growling. The mail fell to the floor. I opened the back door trying to get Puente out (my attempt to limit any fight damage) and somehow Peso got himself righted enough to go out the door to my horror. He fell down the stairs rolled into the fence stiff, quaking.... broken. When the seizure stopped he was laying in the snow bloody, peed on and scared.
My first call had been to the husband. My hysteria nearly made him mad. I hung up - gained control & called vet. Baby was awake at this point. Puente was pacing under my feet & Peso was trying to unsuccessfully move in the snow. The vet said "bring him in".... So without hesitation I put Espen in car seat & carried Peso from back yard to the car. He is a 77 pound dog.
By the time we arrived at the vet 20 minutes had passed since the beginning of the seizure & he was bruised, swollen in places & bloody in others but appeared fine. Blood work was done and a quick exam for broken bones. And we were sent home with some limited information... there is no real reason sometimes why it happens. The best thing we can do is monitor, wait for blood work results and go from there.
And today the vet called... the results are back. There is not a clear answer. His thyroid and pituitary gland are not functioning in sync. We will try for 30 days a thyroid medication. THIS IS A LIFELONG TREATMENT the vet told me repeatedly. And it may not stop the seizures. He may never have another one or he may have one today when the mail comes. No one knows for sure why it happened. But he is broken.
Today he is searching my face. He is unusually close to me & to Espen in an equally unusual calm manner. He slept in the space that Puente always sleeps in (to Puente's frustration). If a dog knows something is wrong - Peso knows. But the sun is shining & we are all going to go outside and smile together. And we are going to pick up the medication. And then we are going to have a treat...cause we deserve it!
How much can one person take... before I am broken? And my technology problems... they continue.... I can't find my iPod.
My 'blog desire' came about because I break most technology I have. And I can in my mind hear Espen years from now going "OOOHhh mommy broke it". And it will be true. Last week my computer broke. Yes this really happens. Surfing the net got me a virus that even with my mad skills I couldn't do anything about. So 4 days in the shop & some $130 later my desktop was back & working fine. But geesh... it was over those 4 days, without a camera & computer that I decided I'd start blogging. I can tell you good places to get your things fixed! Good deals. And most importantly the BEST, most affordable equipment for a clumsy person! And I'm going to be green & recycle my old CANON... right after I write and tell them what a great piece it was.
Writing to thank people, to complain or to recommend is a dying "art". It is unfortunate... I try to be better and remember to do it. We all should! So I will write CANON today - I will be accountable to myself. When my car charger broke & I couldn't get satisfaction from the location I purchased it at, I wrote to sprint & they replaced it and apologized to me for my troubles. So today...
But today I also feel broken. And my little dog does too... the word BROKE (broken, break) it means so much.
When the mail man came yesterday (as is our daily routine) Peso went all sorts of crazy barking & growling. This is normal and I shushed him because of a sleeping baby. The best way to quiet him is to just get the mail so I was doing just that when Peso suddenly fell over convulsing, foaming, writhing in pain. He couldn't get balance. He was stiff. He had COLD FEAR in his brown eyes. He was shaking. He knocked over the end table. He peed on the floor. The pain and fear were fast and instant. Puente started growling. The mail fell to the floor. I opened the back door trying to get Puente out (my attempt to limit any fight damage) and somehow Peso got himself righted enough to go out the door to my horror. He fell down the stairs rolled into the fence stiff, quaking.... broken. When the seizure stopped he was laying in the snow bloody, peed on and scared.
My first call had been to the husband. My hysteria nearly made him mad. I hung up - gained control & called vet. Baby was awake at this point. Puente was pacing under my feet & Peso was trying to unsuccessfully move in the snow. The vet said "bring him in".... So without hesitation I put Espen in car seat & carried Peso from back yard to the car. He is a 77 pound dog.
By the time we arrived at the vet 20 minutes had passed since the beginning of the seizure & he was bruised, swollen in places & bloody in others but appeared fine. Blood work was done and a quick exam for broken bones. And we were sent home with some limited information... there is no real reason sometimes why it happens. The best thing we can do is monitor, wait for blood work results and go from there.And today the vet called... the results are back. There is not a clear answer. His thyroid and pituitary gland are not functioning in sync. We will try for 30 days a thyroid medication. THIS IS A LIFELONG TREATMENT the vet told me repeatedly. And it may not stop the seizures. He may never have another one or he may have one today when the mail comes. No one knows for sure why it happened. But he is broken.
Today he is searching my face. He is unusually close to me & to Espen in an equally unusual calm manner. He slept in the space that Puente always sleeps in (to Puente's frustration). If a dog knows something is wrong - Peso knows. But the sun is shining & we are all going to go outside and smile together. And we are going to pick up the medication. And then we are going to have a treat...cause we deserve it!
How much can one person take... before I am broken? And my technology problems... they continue.... I can't find my iPod.
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