Our Journey Raising Two Children with Special Needs

This blog chronicles our life raising two children, Nicholas 14, diagnosed with Prader-Willi Syndrome and Weston 17, diagnosed with Autism/Asperger's/ADHD. It's the ups, the downs, the joys, the sorrows and most importantly, the beauty of living a life less perfect, a life more meaningful.




Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Weary Patient

I am happy to report that Muffy the Beagle is home from the hospital. The sad stillness of the house has been magically broken by the familiar wail of our beloved girl "Aaaaaaaaarrrrooooooo!"

The shaved square patch for Muffy's EKG
 Our highly anxious, chocolate-loving companion was released from the animal hospital yesterday minus some of her fur and most of her enthusiasm. Somewhat traumatized by her hospital stay, she is unusually subdued but overwhelmingly happy to be home.

The vet called me yesterday and explained that Muffy's EKG looked good and there were no signs of any seizures. In the background I could hear her familiar....

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrooooooooo."

"That sounds like her?" I asked the vet.

"Oh yes," she said, "she is one of our most vocal patients. She is also however, very anxious here in this environment and I fear she may not be getting the rest she needs. If you would like to pick her up in an hour or so, that would be fine."

"Oh, thank you," I said, "my boys will be so happy to have her back home. As will I."

"I can understand, she is so very sweet," she said

Her shaved leg where an IV was attached
The vet explained that we should still expect Muffy to be very sick. By digesting the high amount of sugar and fat in the chocolate, she would most likely suffer from a condition called, pancreatitis. This happens when a dog's pancreas cannot adequately digest high levels of sugar or fat and becomes overwhelmed. The end result is nausea, vomiting, lethargy and lack of hunger in the suffering animal.

I thanked the vet and picked up Muffy after school.... with Weston and Nicholas in tote. Sure enough, as we entered the animal hospital, all we could hear was....

"Aaaaaaarrrrrroooooo,"

We brought her home amidst a flurry of wet doggy kisses and a furiously wagging tail!

True to the vet's word, Muffy is very still very lethargic. She did vomit a few times this morning. She has spent most of the day self confined to the cozy comfort of her crate.

Despite Muffy's sullen appearance, we have removed all of the Easter chocolate from our home!

Muffy's sad discourse has reminded me of my younger days when I enjoyed transforming my mother's house into a temporary field hospital for injured animals. And although I have gotten older with the passage of time, I guess not much has changed.