It's Smelly Up In Here

It's been a really rough 24 hours over here. 

Dahlia is doing so much better, and is so tolerant of her medication and me sticking it in her ear. I could not be more pleased with how that's going. 

Which of course means Toffee has to get sick. 

I mentioned yesterday she'd thrown up a bunch, starting on Monday night when she threw up in bed with Doug, and then a few times yesterday. She hasn't wanted to eat, she's thirsty as fuck.

Which.

Of course.

Of course means, she threw up at 3am in bed with me (note: I'd washed the sheets and comforter from the guest room yesterday after her Monday Night extravaganza), and it was all water.

All Water. 

I had gone into the guest room last night around 1am, since both dogs were on my side of the bed, and it was a little hot and crowded. Toffee eventually followed me and hopped up. I was happy to have her because I was fully worried about her. Dahlia came to see what was up but figured "score! I get that whole side of the bed to myself!" And she left.

Toffee just sat up for a long time, looking out the window like she was stoned as fuck and the neighbor house's driveway light was like, wow. This instead of being snuggled into my ass crack. Just ... looking out the window. She was falling asleep sitting up, rather cute. And I tried to encourage her to get horizontal. And she did finally lay down. 

I was lightly sleeping, listening for her. She makes this weird licking sound before she pukes, licking the inside of her mouth, so I was listening for that. It felt like we were in a good spot, no weird noises, and sleeping. I drifted off. When the noises started I jumped out of bed to grab her to get her to jump off the bed too, and go outside and. 

God. 

Everywhere. Water everywhere. She jumped down, got to the hallway, did it again. 

Dahlia came out of our room to investigate. Concerned but not helpful. I put them both outside, in a slight panic because water is grosser than solid food, to be honest. It was a lot to clean up. 

The bed was absolutely soaked, so I just stripped it down to the mattress cover. That was also soaked but, it doesn't soak through (thank God for mattress covers, why didn't I know how amazing these are so many years ago???) so I just left it there until this morning. I closed the bedroom door and walked away.

I slipped on my winter boots and put on my knee length winter coat. I didn't have yoga or pyjama pants on, so I'm out there in my underpants with the bottom two snaps done to hide me from the neighbors, God, and all the angels. 

I wanted to go out and get them and just didn't have time to find my dorm pants. Dahlia was barking and the last thing I want is this nincompoop waking up my neighbors at 4am. 

She came in quickly and willingly. Toffee was just standing in the yard, staring into the middle distance just like when she was on the guest bed. She didn't want to come in. She looked like I was going to beat her, she was scared, tail between her legs. I encouraged. I pleaded. I got the leash and looped it around her neck. Dahlia thought it was time to go for a walk when she saw that, so she ran around joyfully. 

Sorry honey. 4am is not the time to go for a walk in my underpants.

Eventually, Dahlia settled back into the bedroom but on my entire side of the bed. I went to the living room, to the couch. Toffee stood on all fours next to me, just... staring. 

Jesus, I've never seen a dog be sick like this? What the hell did she get herself into? What did she catch? What did she eat?

I slept on the couch, rather comfortably, with my hand on her back. After falling asleep standing up, she got up on the couch behind my legs and we both successfully went to sleep. The alarm came too early at 8am. 

This morning, she didn't want to eat, which is okay. I didn't really want her to eat either. I tried a 1/2 cup of dog food for her and she stood there and looked at it. She drank a little water but I stopped her from getting too much. 

Little did I know, Geoff had no idea this was going on and he filled the dish all the way when he came up for coffee, and I was in the bathroom.

Shit. She drank her fill, because of course she did. She feels horrible and I'm sure she's incredibly dehydrated.

At about 10:30am, I was getting the laundry from the guest room, it is so smelly. SO SMELLY! I was cringing and groaning the whole time. 

I heard a crack sound and then spewing. Just absolutely the worst noise. Splash. And again. Splash. Doug yelled "Oh No." and I threw the laundry on the floor to come around the back of the couch, where Toffee was standing in her kennel, thankfully, so most of the mess went onto the kennel dog bed. Some on the floor, I yoinked up a couple canvas bags I had on the floor back there with beading stuff (gotta get back on my bullshit). I found a small canvas bag with two books in it that I thought I left on an airplane last year. Yay! I can go back to reading that one book I wanted to finish. 

Doug took the dogs outside, and took the plastic floor of the kennel outside to wash it. So convenient that it can just be slid out. I gathered up the bedding, the dog bed, the sweatshirt that had fallen between the kennel and the couch, got everything downstairs. Cleaned the floor. 

All day today she's been by my side, scrunched up on the couch, just laying here with her eyes open. She's not sleeping, she just is. 

Doug reminded me that she did this once before, where she got "sick as a dog" as it were, but it was over in 24 hours. This is going on for some time now. If she has not rebounded by tomorrow I'm calling an audible, we're going to the vet. 

This is one way to jumpstart some house cleaning. But it is not one I recommend. Between little miss stinky ear and little miss pukey pants, my house does not smell good right now. sigh.

That was a lot of gross information. I will say tomorrow I'll write about new medication the doctor put me on. If you look at the digits, they're interesting. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Indoor walk, 26 min/1.16 mile walk; 11k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:15am: 144
5pm: 114 (!!!)
10pm: 150

food:

coffee/water
noon: metformin, glipizide, phentermine (phentermine is supposed to be first thing in the morning, glipizied 1/2 hour before a meal 2x a day. This will change my medication schedule).
1pm: PBJ, low sugar strawberry jelly on 647 wheat bread
6:30pm: metformin, glipizide; small bowl of mac & cheese
8pm: jardiance