I haven't blogged in a while because I have had a bit of a roller coaster of a ride lately, and I try not to burden others with my problems.
Now I'm going to share this journey with you. Be warned though, this has to do with the female reproductive organs, so if you're of the male species or at all squeemish, you may not want to read any further. However, this could possibly be valuable info for the ladies....
As you should already know, I have been on a quest to find out why I always feel just so blah all the time. All the test results have come back normal, save for a slight B12 deficiency, leading my Dr. to believe I just need more B12 and more sleep. I have been ordered to go to bed by 9:00. I'm 33 and have a bedtime.
While I was on this quest (which I'm still on, mind you) I went in for my pap smear. Now, I would say annual, but, alas, I haven't had one in 4 years. I know, I know, shame on me. I have my excuses, but that's just what they are. EXCUSES.
So my Dr took one look and was obviously taken aback. She said things like, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news", and "hopefully we caught in time". She DIDN'T say is was cancer, but she implied it. She didn't do the entire exam, she just took a quick scraping and gave me a sympathetic look and rubbed my back. Kind of like you would do if you were trying to sooth someone who was in tears, which I wasn't.
She immediately called an OBGYN to schedule me an appointment right away. And that was that.
I went home and fell into a kind of depression. I was totally convinced I had cervical cancer. I scoured the internet to try and find out as much info as I could possibly find, but there is surprisingly little. I hated the waiting and not knowing. Big D, of course, just kept telling me not to over react and that I was most likely fine and we should just wait to see what the other doctor said.
I understood his mindset, I really did, but for me, I had to mentally and emotionally prepare myself for the blow of the diagnosis. I knew I could be wrong, but I would prefer to go in there prepared for the worse and hear "carcinoma in situ" (earliest stage) rather than be devastated by the news. I talked to him about it and he understood. I also told him that even though he's trying to stay positive, I am aware of the fact that this is hard on him as well and that even though I wasn't ready to tell any of my loved ones (since I didn't know for sure) that he could tell his. That way he had a support system. Instead, he held it all in until a couple days before Christmas he had a bit of a breakdown. I won't get into all that, but it was an extremely difficult time. But just so you know, we did have a good Christmas.
Shortly after Christmas, my Dr's nurse called to tell me I had vaginosis and that a Rx had been called in at the pharmacy for me. I asked her about the pap smear and she said it all came back normal. WHEW! What a relief! I was mad at my Dr, though. For scaring me like that.
Then I had my OBGYN appt. I told him that the nurse said the pap was normal and that I had Vaginosis. I also told him that my Dr. hadn't done the full exam, so he did one. Minus the Pap, of course. He wrote a new Rx for a different antibiotic "just in case" and took more cultures. Also, "just in case".
He said because of the tenderness of my uterus he's thinking maybe Pelvic inflammatory disease or Endometriosis. My instructions: finish both Rx and if I don't feel better in two weeks make another appt.
In the mean time, I had a follow up with my regular Dr.
Guess frickin what!! The pap came back ABNORMAL.
So now it's back to the drawing board. We've already had our initial intense emotional response so it's out of our system.
But here's the real reason I felt like blogging tonight. Remember the doubled up precautionary antibiotics? Those cultures he took? Yeah, they came back normal. So guess what. Now I got a friggin yeast infection! Mother of God! What have you done??? I never get yeast infections. NEVER. And I am so glad because this is torturous!
Monday, January 14, 2013
Saturday, November 24, 2012
BITTER OLD MAID
When I was 13 My mother planted our butts at her mom's house in Wayne Lakes Ohio. An absolutely wonderful place with many cherished memories. The best part was that we lived there for almost 5 years. Jr High wasn't much better than grade school, but I did make a few tentative friendships that really flourished in High School. I am still friends with most of them today, although from a great distance.
See, right before I turned 18, my grandmother passed away and my mother took us right back to California. I have lived there for the majority of the rest of my life up until almost two years ago.
I sort of followed in my mother's footsteps in the way that I tend to move around a lot. And I HATE IT.
But that isn't the reason for today's blog.... Human Nature...
In having lived roughly 13 years of my life in Barstow, California, I have made many friends there. Most of which have stabbed me in the back. Now, I have lived in A LOT of different places, making friends everywhere I go, but I usually don't stick around long enough to become real close to anyone. And if I haven't let you into my heart, then you can't hurt me.
I get it. Kind of. The mentality, human's most basic instinct, of do whatever it takes to get you and yours to the top, regardless of those insignificant people you trample on the way. You have to do for your family. Sure. OK.
I must have evolved enough to be missing that particular instinct. I STILL let some of those backstabbers call me their friend! Yes, I'm a welcome mat. But it's not because I let people take advantage of me. Once my trust is broken, it is permanently broken. There's no going back.
It's because I am a lover, a giver, a helper. I hold doors open for strangers, say excuse me if I have to walk in front of somebody to get to the produce section, give the other car the right away even if it's mine.
I am the one that helps all my friends and acquaintances move all their crap, babysits for free, and switches shifts with you last minute because you have a blind date. And I never ask anybody for anything because I don't want to be a burden.
Why am I like that? Because it is MY human nature. Because I would like to have a friend that would be there for me if I needed one.
My closest friends are the ones I never see and never talk to. They are the ones that I will have a great conversation with once ever other year then think about how much I miss them.
Then I think maybe I need a change of scenery again. Maybe I need to find greener pastures. Maybe go east, closer to my my closest yet furthest away friends. Then I think, NO, I'm NOT going to drag my kids all over this country like my mother did.
I understand the bitter old maid. I'm turning into one. Because I hate people. Even if I AM overly nice to them. I really do hate them and try wholeheartedly to avoid them.
MY MANTRA: "AN YE HARM NO ONE, DO AS YE WILL"
Friday, November 2, 2012
HALLOWEEN
Oh the dreaded holiday!
Don't get me wrong, I love decorating the house, making the kids costumes, carving pumpkins and roasting their seeds.
Trying to navigate through hordes of rude and unruly kids shoving their way to front of the line, the chill of the cold night air and pounds of sugary candy brought home at the end of the night is what I dread.
By now we have all heard of the "Candy Tax". It's an awesome idea and makes the night a bit more bearable. D and I have come up with another strategy to survive this hellish night.
SKIP DINNER.
Yup, you read that right. If we have a small snack and skip dinner before we go Trick or Treating we accomplish three things.
1. The kids soon become hungry. They become hungry enough to decide they want to go eat more than they want to Trick or Treat. This makes it THEIR idea to end the night rather than us being the bad guys when we say enough is enough.
YES! Parents-1. Kids-0.
2. We usually go get some fast food burgers or nuggets and fries. It's quick and easy and nobody has to cook or clean up. (Really, who wants to do such things on an already busy and exhausting night?)
Parents-2. Kids-0.
3. Once fed, the kids tummies are full. Full enough to not want to pig out on candy. A couple pieces suffice and all is well. They go to bed, we raid the candy, keep what we want, keep a handful for each kid and toss the rest.
Parents-3. Kids-0
We win this round!
(Insert victory dance here)
Don't get me wrong, I love decorating the house, making the kids costumes, carving pumpkins and roasting their seeds.
Trying to navigate through hordes of rude and unruly kids shoving their way to front of the line, the chill of the cold night air and pounds of sugary candy brought home at the end of the night is what I dread.
By now we have all heard of the "Candy Tax". It's an awesome idea and makes the night a bit more bearable. D and I have come up with another strategy to survive this hellish night.
SKIP DINNER.
Yup, you read that right. If we have a small snack and skip dinner before we go Trick or Treating we accomplish three things.
1. The kids soon become hungry. They become hungry enough to decide they want to go eat more than they want to Trick or Treat. This makes it THEIR idea to end the night rather than us being the bad guys when we say enough is enough.
YES! Parents-1. Kids-0.
2. We usually go get some fast food burgers or nuggets and fries. It's quick and easy and nobody has to cook or clean up. (Really, who wants to do such things on an already busy and exhausting night?)
Parents-2. Kids-0.
3. Once fed, the kids tummies are full. Full enough to not want to pig out on candy. A couple pieces suffice and all is well. They go to bed, we raid the candy, keep what we want, keep a handful for each kid and toss the rest.
Parents-3. Kids-0
We win this round!
(Insert victory dance here)
Friday, October 26, 2012
AHHHHHH, KIDS!
Let's start with the oldest and work our way down to the youngest...
Big D still hasn't been able to get his carpel tunnel surgery because of all the runarounds he's been getting with insurance, and he can't get a real job until his hands are fixed. So he continues with the odd jobs here and there. So far we are staying afloat. He also puts stinky cologne on while sleeping in the middle of the night.
I have been trying to keep my sanity amidst all the insanity this family bestows upon me. My chickens are my zen. I can sit out there and watch them for hours. The shower used to be my zen, but kids seem to gravitate toward the sound of running water. Even if there is another adult human being wandering around the house fully dressed and completely dry. Why is this? I also help, when needed, with the odd jobs.
N has a new friend 2 years his senior at the Jr. High who has a very colorful vocabulary. That fact combined with the fact that the friend isn't required to get permission before a friend spends the night (or 3) makes me quite uncomfortable. Big D doesn't seemed fazed at all by it and it's just a new source of a fight, so I tend to keep my mouth shut when it comes to his kids. (He tends to get defensive). But alas, he is grounded until he brings his F up on his report card. So my worries are eased for the time being.
T is also currently grounded, but for 2 F's, not just one. Being grounded really doesn't change things for her much since it doesn't really take anything away from her. I really don't know how to help her bring her grades up. Those of you who are my friends and family know that she always gets advanced scores on the state testing and she used to be on the honor roll, so she's absolutely smart. She just doesn't do her class work so ends up accumulating many missing assignments. Even though she stays after school for "tutoring". (Which is basically just after school detention). I think she's just like me, painfully shy, teased a lot and very easily distracted. I got bad grades because I absolutely hated school, with all it's social pressures and boring teachers, even though I always aced my tests. I don't know what to do, maybe homeschooling is the answer.
J has done surprisingly well in the first quarter of school, but I think it's starting to get to him. Just in the second quarter (which just started the beginning of October) he's been kicked off the bus twice. (I honestly don't know why they keep letting him back on, since he's not supposed to be riding it in the first place). His teacher has also called me twice for his behavior. He's been yelling out in class and won't stay seated. All the same stuff as last year. And his tics are getting worse again. Yesterday I had to pick him up from school and the principal told me he spit on somebody. When I got home and asked him about it, he said the girl called him stupid and ugly, so he blew raspberries at her. I talked to the principal and told him about how the previous school kept giving us the runaround with his evaluation and acquiring an IEP and he said he would call them and request his files. So hopefully we won't have to start all over. Other than that, he's still very funny and becoming quite the bookworm.
A is starting to lose interest in her mother, whom she hasn't seen since the middle of summer break. (Her mom's choice). She's still a fashion Diva (think Punky Brewster) and stubborn as all hell. She reminds me of my little sister. Argues for argument's sake. And nothing is ever good enough good enough for her. But she doesn't hate me anymore, so we're making some progress there.
Small D is still completely loyal to his mother and wants to go live with her, which is totally fine. What pisses me off about it is not understanding how a mother could just write off her kids like that? It pisses me off that she puts us in the painful position of having to watch her children be hurt by her, and think it's Big D keeping them away from her because we refuse to talk bad about her by telling them the truth. She's a stupid drug addict. Just like my mom was. And I hate her.
Ahem.... Small D is doing very well in school. His behavior is perfect. He's polite and shares and takes turns and is just generally very nice. The complete opposite of what he is here. And he still hate his step family.
Big D is taking them both down the hill to see their mother (supervised). They have the option of staying the weekend with their aunt, for supervised visitation. Small D is completely excited whereas A is all kinds of upset. She does not want to see her mom at all. Big D isn't going to force her to stay the weekend if she doesn't want to.
G is talking much better, however he is still quite delayed. I'm thinking about having him evaluated. Maybe slightly autistic or something? I really don't know, but he's like an entire year behind his peers, developmentally. He is the sweetest and most well behaved of the bunch. He is quite sensitive and his feeling are easily hurt. He needs a softer touch for sure. He is starting to pick up some of his sibling bad habits though, like talking back and arguing.
The dogs are great, the cat is coming into his own, at nearly a year old now, and the chickens provide me with endless zen....
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I haven't blogged in a while because I really want these to be cheery and upbeat but I just haven't had a whole lot of that lately, with the constant job searches and non-stop bills. You know how it is. Hopefully Halloween will provide me with better material.
Big D still hasn't been able to get his carpel tunnel surgery because of all the runarounds he's been getting with insurance, and he can't get a real job until his hands are fixed. So he continues with the odd jobs here and there. So far we are staying afloat. He also puts stinky cologne on while sleeping in the middle of the night.
I have been trying to keep my sanity amidst all the insanity this family bestows upon me. My chickens are my zen. I can sit out there and watch them for hours. The shower used to be my zen, but kids seem to gravitate toward the sound of running water. Even if there is another adult human being wandering around the house fully dressed and completely dry. Why is this? I also help, when needed, with the odd jobs.
N has a new friend 2 years his senior at the Jr. High who has a very colorful vocabulary. That fact combined with the fact that the friend isn't required to get permission before a friend spends the night (or 3) makes me quite uncomfortable. Big D doesn't seemed fazed at all by it and it's just a new source of a fight, so I tend to keep my mouth shut when it comes to his kids. (He tends to get defensive). But alas, he is grounded until he brings his F up on his report card. So my worries are eased for the time being.
T is also currently grounded, but for 2 F's, not just one. Being grounded really doesn't change things for her much since it doesn't really take anything away from her. I really don't know how to help her bring her grades up. Those of you who are my friends and family know that she always gets advanced scores on the state testing and she used to be on the honor roll, so she's absolutely smart. She just doesn't do her class work so ends up accumulating many missing assignments. Even though she stays after school for "tutoring". (Which is basically just after school detention). I think she's just like me, painfully shy, teased a lot and very easily distracted. I got bad grades because I absolutely hated school, with all it's social pressures and boring teachers, even though I always aced my tests. I don't know what to do, maybe homeschooling is the answer.
J has done surprisingly well in the first quarter of school, but I think it's starting to get to him. Just in the second quarter (which just started the beginning of October) he's been kicked off the bus twice. (I honestly don't know why they keep letting him back on, since he's not supposed to be riding it in the first place). His teacher has also called me twice for his behavior. He's been yelling out in class and won't stay seated. All the same stuff as last year. And his tics are getting worse again. Yesterday I had to pick him up from school and the principal told me he spit on somebody. When I got home and asked him about it, he said the girl called him stupid and ugly, so he blew raspberries at her. I talked to the principal and told him about how the previous school kept giving us the runaround with his evaluation and acquiring an IEP and he said he would call them and request his files. So hopefully we won't have to start all over. Other than that, he's still very funny and becoming quite the bookworm.
A is starting to lose interest in her mother, whom she hasn't seen since the middle of summer break. (Her mom's choice). She's still a fashion Diva (think Punky Brewster) and stubborn as all hell. She reminds me of my little sister. Argues for argument's sake. And nothing is ever good enough good enough for her. But she doesn't hate me anymore, so we're making some progress there.
Small D is still completely loyal to his mother and wants to go live with her, which is totally fine. What pisses me off about it is not understanding how a mother could just write off her kids like that? It pisses me off that she puts us in the painful position of having to watch her children be hurt by her, and think it's Big D keeping them away from her because we refuse to talk bad about her by telling them the truth. She's a stupid drug addict. Just like my mom was. And I hate her.
Ahem.... Small D is doing very well in school. His behavior is perfect. He's polite and shares and takes turns and is just generally very nice. The complete opposite of what he is here. And he still hate his step family.
Big D is taking them both down the hill to see their mother (supervised). They have the option of staying the weekend with their aunt, for supervised visitation. Small D is completely excited whereas A is all kinds of upset. She does not want to see her mom at all. Big D isn't going to force her to stay the weekend if she doesn't want to.
G is talking much better, however he is still quite delayed. I'm thinking about having him evaluated. Maybe slightly autistic or something? I really don't know, but he's like an entire year behind his peers, developmentally. He is the sweetest and most well behaved of the bunch. He is quite sensitive and his feeling are easily hurt. He needs a softer touch for sure. He is starting to pick up some of his sibling bad habits though, like talking back and arguing.
The dogs are great, the cat is coming into his own, at nearly a year old now, and the chickens provide me with endless zen....
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I haven't blogged in a while because I really want these to be cheery and upbeat but I just haven't had a whole lot of that lately, with the constant job searches and non-stop bills. You know how it is. Hopefully Halloween will provide me with better material.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
A FEW QUICK UPDATES
G is getting ready to turn 4 this weekend and A is getting ready to turn 7 next weekend. So a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to them!
Big D lost his job last month, but we have both been doing odd job here and there to stay afloat. We have been thinking about doing some advertising since we both love it so much.
The last tile job we just did...
Bid D's carpel tunnel has gotten so bad that he can't sleep. I have taken to sleeping on the couch so I can be close to him. We are trying to get some sort of insurance for him so he can get the surgery he needs.
Since we may be in this home for quite some time (maybe even the entire 15 years of the loan) I have drawn up some new plans for our remodel. It will be WAY more pricey and take MUCH longer, but it will be worth it.
Current layout:
J has yet to get into any real trouble at school (the homeschooling didn't work out), with the exception one incident with a bully, which actually ended up just being a misunderstanding. They are now friends.
I always dread the parent teacher conferences because even though my kids are EXTREMELY smart (not a biased opinion, they get "advanced" scores during testing), they spend most of their time in their own little worlds rather than the class room. This tends to result in missing assignments and low grades. Yeah, well, we have those fun filled meetings tomorrow. YAY!!
Luckily, I'm not one of those parents that blames the teacher for everything. I KNOW my kids very well. I know they are bored out of their minds, and I know they find the the bug flying in the window much more interesting than the lesson at hand.
I also learned about an interesting item called a CHEWIGEM. I think I'm going to try it it for J's chewing problem. He's like a puppy and destroys everything he can get his mouth on, including his clothes.
Big D lost his job last month, but we have both been doing odd job here and there to stay afloat. We have been thinking about doing some advertising since we both love it so much.
The last tile job we just did...
Bid D's carpel tunnel has gotten so bad that he can't sleep. I have taken to sleeping on the couch so I can be close to him. We are trying to get some sort of insurance for him so he can get the surgery he needs.
Since we may be in this home for quite some time (maybe even the entire 15 years of the loan) I have drawn up some new plans for our remodel. It will be WAY more pricey and take MUCH longer, but it will be worth it.
Current layout:
New plans:
J has yet to get into any real trouble at school (the homeschooling didn't work out), with the exception one incident with a bully, which actually ended up just being a misunderstanding. They are now friends.
I always dread the parent teacher conferences because even though my kids are EXTREMELY smart (not a biased opinion, they get "advanced" scores during testing), they spend most of their time in their own little worlds rather than the class room. This tends to result in missing assignments and low grades. Yeah, well, we have those fun filled meetings tomorrow. YAY!!
Luckily, I'm not one of those parents that blames the teacher for everything. I KNOW my kids very well. I know they are bored out of their minds, and I know they find the the bug flying in the window much more interesting than the lesson at hand.
I also learned about an interesting item called a CHEWIGEM. I think I'm going to try it it for J's chewing problem. He's like a puppy and destroys everything he can get his mouth on, including his clothes.
Friday, August 17, 2012
SCHOOL IS BACK IN SESSION AND CAN I GET A SITTER PLEASE
Thursday is the day the school board decided would be a good first day back to school here in this Mohave Valley. All the kids were actually excited to go back, since it turns out summer break can be rather boring. School doesnt start until 9 and Big D has to be at work by 8, which leaves me to wrangle 6 kids to school all by my lonesome. It's all good, I'm well practiced! Or at least that's what I thought.
How does the summer break have the ability to wash away the memories of last years lost shoes and back packs and the tearful complaints about how bad school lunch sucks? Needless to say, everyone was late their first day. Our new house is within walking distance, so no buses for us. Which actually translates into me driving them to and from.
N is now a 6th grader! This means 6 different classes, lockers, and changing for gym. Oh yes, it's a scary big new world for him. I could see the worry in his face, but he handled it like a champ.
Off to the elementary school! I walk each kid to their class. First A, with a quick hug and kiss and shes off!
Next was J. I left his teacher a bit apprehensive, with my ADHD and Tourette's syndrome rundown. I apologized for a rough year and wished her luck.
Next in line was Small D. He is now in Kindergarden. YAY! We're EXCITED! As I walk through his class room door, he puts on the breaks, bursts into tears and flops on the floor. He no longer wants to go to school. So I tell his teacher to let me go ahead and take T to her class and we will be back. We drop her off without a hitch and head on back.
I tried to convince him how much fun school would be with all the coloring and reading and singing. Meanwhile his teacher is inside barking orders like a military officer. Could you PLEASE give me a break?
So I hang out for a while, because I know Small D wont just cry if I leave him there. I know Small D will run after me. And I can see that the school staff is completely uninterested in offering up any assistance what so ever. I asked his teacher if she could maybe talk to Small D a bit so he isnt so afraid of her. She introduced herself and walked away. Thanks teacher! That was amazing! <(dripping with sarcasm).
After a little while, the teacher notices that a little boy who appeared to have down syndrome was in her class. So she called the office and summoned a group of about 4 school staff to come "evaluate" the situation. During all this, I'm still trying to convince Small D to go to his class room.
One of the summoned staff noticed my very obviouse delima I was having with a tearful 5 year old. She told me that if I was comfortable with it that I could leave him with her. I respond with, "I'm COMLETELY comfortable leaving him here with you. The problem is that he will not stay. He will chase after me." So in her wonderful wisdome <(not sarcasm) she got down on his level and started to TALK to him. WOW. Finally, somebody gets it! Slowly but surely he starts to relax. And finally he agrees to go with her to the library to find a book about Monster trucks.
I thanked her very sincerely and left.
Meanwhile, Bob the Builder has work and wants me full time, but the sitter decided to just drop off of the face of the earth. Thank you sitter. I SO very badly want to work. I NEED to work! And there's work to be had, but there's no sitter.
Fear not, as we have 2, yes, TWO whole interviews Saturday. I just may be able to start working Monday! WOOT! Wish us luck!
How does the summer break have the ability to wash away the memories of last years lost shoes and back packs and the tearful complaints about how bad school lunch sucks? Needless to say, everyone was late their first day. Our new house is within walking distance, so no buses for us. Which actually translates into me driving them to and from.
N is now a 6th grader! This means 6 different classes, lockers, and changing for gym. Oh yes, it's a scary big new world for him. I could see the worry in his face, but he handled it like a champ.
Off to the elementary school! I walk each kid to their class. First A, with a quick hug and kiss and shes off!
Next was J. I left his teacher a bit apprehensive, with my ADHD and Tourette's syndrome rundown. I apologized for a rough year and wished her luck.
Next in line was Small D. He is now in Kindergarden. YAY! We're EXCITED! As I walk through his class room door, he puts on the breaks, bursts into tears and flops on the floor. He no longer wants to go to school. So I tell his teacher to let me go ahead and take T to her class and we will be back. We drop her off without a hitch and head on back.
I tried to convince him how much fun school would be with all the coloring and reading and singing. Meanwhile his teacher is inside barking orders like a military officer. Could you PLEASE give me a break?
So I hang out for a while, because I know Small D wont just cry if I leave him there. I know Small D will run after me. And I can see that the school staff is completely uninterested in offering up any assistance what so ever. I asked his teacher if she could maybe talk to Small D a bit so he isnt so afraid of her. She introduced herself and walked away. Thanks teacher! That was amazing! <(dripping with sarcasm).
After a little while, the teacher notices that a little boy who appeared to have down syndrome was in her class. So she called the office and summoned a group of about 4 school staff to come "evaluate" the situation. During all this, I'm still trying to convince Small D to go to his class room.
One of the summoned staff noticed my very obviouse delima I was having with a tearful 5 year old. She told me that if I was comfortable with it that I could leave him with her. I respond with, "I'm COMLETELY comfortable leaving him here with you. The problem is that he will not stay. He will chase after me." So in her wonderful wisdome <(not sarcasm) she got down on his level and started to TALK to him. WOW. Finally, somebody gets it! Slowly but surely he starts to relax. And finally he agrees to go with her to the library to find a book about Monster trucks.
I thanked her very sincerely and left.
Meanwhile, Bob the Builder has work and wants me full time, but the sitter decided to just drop off of the face of the earth. Thank you sitter. I SO very badly want to work. I NEED to work! And there's work to be had, but there's no sitter.
Fear not, as we have 2, yes, TWO whole interviews Saturday. I just may be able to start working Monday! WOOT! Wish us luck!
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
PARVO
Parvo killed Dozer last night. Apparently the people who lived here BEFORE the people who lived here before us had a bunch of sick and dying dogs. But we didn't find this out until AFTER Dozer got sick.
The Parvo vaccine is not 100% effective and certain breeds are more susceptible, including the pitt bull. Our other two dogs are fine. They are not high risk breed, are over two years old and vaccinated.
Rest In Peace Dozer. You will be greatly missed.
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