Hi, y’all. In case you ever wondered, first week teacher tired is a very real thing. Our kids are so amazingly awesome, as are my school and coworkers. Big year coming up!
I think, for variety’s sake, I’m going to tell much of this story backwards, starting with a visit to the doctor today. I got my stitches out (yeah, stitches) and bloodwork done.
Said bloodwork was done due to my mention of spending the last several days feeling exhausted and lethargic. Now, I’m in my 11th year of teaching and I know I’m getting older…but I’m in way better shape now – I eat well, I drink plenty of water, I barely drink alcohol at all…my sleep may average a LITTLE low sometimes, but not devastatingly so.
So, what did this blood work show? Elevated liver enzymes. What could have caused this? The antibiotics I was on – literally, there’s a 1 percent chance of this occurring. Fairly rare.
Ohhhh, why was I on antibiotics? Because they didn’t give them to me at the ER initially, and my PCP decided at my follow up visit that I needed them.
The ER visit, you ask? Yeah, here’s where the story begins.
You may remember Neco, our foster boxer. Hyper, emaciated, dog reactive…but you could tell there was a good boy in there who wanted to please. He had missed so much information about being a puppy by being isolated on a chain…especially the part where he knew what to do around other dogs.
Neco would get in other dogs’ faces rather than doing the normal dog butt-sniff thing. A few spats ensued with some scratches to my dogs here and there. Stressful, but nothing devastating.
Well, unfortunately, he had a reaction to our littlest dog, Milkshake. It happened too quickly to step between them and redirect, so I had to pull him away.
He bit my right hand superficially and my left arm hard. I am thankful it wasn’t my face, and I’m thankful he didn’t hold onto me. I am even more thankful that he got distracted enough with me to avoid hurting Milkshake. He tried to approach me afterwards…like he was trying to apologize. At the very least, he knew something was very wrong
The tears that flowed at the ER were for Neco. They were for a dog that deserved better in his short life…who deserved more than an outside chain, being starved, and deprived of dog or human contact, as well as basic medical care.
My arm is healing fine. Neco had to be put down, and the 5 days he was with us were the closest to a real home he had. My heart will take longer than my arm.
I do not blame the rescue. I do not blame Neco. You guys all know my thoughts on who is at fault.
I am looking forward to fostering again in a few months, as well as a great school year and a few new PR’s on the way.
Thank you for reading – being able to articulate these thoughts has helped me enormously.