Today might’ve been more productive if I hadn’t freaked out and summoned Greyson’s vet – so hey, even if I didn’t get much work done, at least I had a panic attack and spent some money.
[:: sigh ::]
Long story short, yesterday morning Greyson picked up a little cough. I wasn’t too worked up about it, but it worsened overnight; and by lunchtime today he was copiously barfing – then having coughing fits that lasted half a minute, and left him gasping for breath. So, yeah. I called his vet.
(Meanwhile, he acted like he felt just fine. We took our usual morning walk, chased each other around the yard, and played a round of rope-tug. When he wasn’t coughing, he was totally normal.)
Because Greyson is a contrary soul, he declined to produce even one half-hearted hack while the doc was present. His lungs and heart sounded good, and his bloodwork from a few days ago* showed that everything was 100% normal … so we’re not sure if it’s a mild case of bronchitis, allergies, some weird object stuck in his throat, or what. But he got some steroids and anti-nausea meds, which have already helped.
Naturally, five minutes after the vet left, he flopped down on the floor of my office and started coughing, so I whipped out my phone and shot some video – which I promptly sent to the doc. I hated to see him uncomfortable, but I was glad to have proof that I am not, in fact, some Münchausen-by-proxy pet parent.
Obviously, we will keep an eye on him.
And he will keep an eye on my turkey sandwich.
In other news…there’s not much other news. I’m still maintaining that holding pattern over here, while I quietly wig out about the very nearness of DragonCon.
So to wrap this up, here’s a little Throwback Thursday entry: yours truly and my mom (who is making a weird face, I don’t know why). I think this is circa 1978…? It’s my aunt’s wedding, I know that much. Mom’s wearing a bridesmaid dress; I was a flower girl.
* Yes, the poor vet was JUST out here for his annual checkup/boosters. [:: facepalm ::]