after taking the kid to meet up with her dad (today was the end of my week), i hit the gym - for the first time all week. oops. and then i ran a few errands and came home to find that my poor doggy had diarrhea-cha-cha-cha'd all around her paper. ugh. i don't think i mentioned it yesterday, but i think she managed to get ahold of some cookies in the kid's room that her friends were munching on, and she just ralphed all over the house. yummy. so, on today's agenda was a 4:30 appointment at the vet's to get her checked out.
oh, and the vet was just FULL of fun information. molly's tummy was all tense and she was just sad - kept her tail down and looked up at me with the saddest doggy eyes ever. poor baby had to endure a blood draw, two injections of meds, and got shaved down in a couple places that she'd managed to tear her skin up. and here's the prescription for the next week:
- boiled chicken and rice instead of her regular food for four days
- a mixture of pedialyte (yes, the stuff babies drink) and water, to replenish her electrolytes, also for four days
- two kinds of pills twice a day for a week
- ointment (a yucky word) on her scabs (another lovely one) twice a day
and lastly, i went home and snapped this week's belly pic. i'm smiling, but gritting my teeth from all the crap of the day. i'd managed to almost eat shit getting in the car on the way to the hospital, and then after i'd cleaned up molly's barf and poop, i slammed my finger in the door. i have body parts STILL throbbing from my klutziness.