Yuck! What a bummer of a weekend! I have been fighting what I self diagnosed as strep throat since Thursday. I was to cheap to go to Prompt Care on the Weekend because they would send my labs to about 5 different places saying with the weekend they had no other choice. I was going to just wait it out.
The worst day was Saturday. I felt like my throat was literally going to close shut. Being the drama queen that I am, I was just sure that Travis would have to frantically dial 911 because my throat was going to swell shut. Needless to say it didn't, but I was not much company all day while laying on the couch.
We had dinner and after dinner plans Saturday night, but only barely made it to half of our plans. We went to the Barnstormer for dinner to celebrate Travis and my brother Justin's birthday's both in January, however, my throat was so sore and I was so out of it I could barely enjoy the dinner. I think I had 3 bites of my salad and perhaps an equal amount of baked potato. Thank heavens for to go bags!
After dinner we were going to go to Mark and Carol Parrish's for a get together with several people from church, however, after barely surviving dinner, I just wanted to go home. I was asleep by 8AM and didn't rise until 10 the next morning.
Sunday wasn't much better, and unfortunately it seemed as though something was wrong with Buddy. His back legs were not supporting him and he was falling down a lot. We decided he would have to go to the vet on Monday. We spent a lot of time cuddling him and loving him up on Sunday.
Monday morning, I went to work, my throat was feeling a bit better, however, after fighting the sore throat all weekend I was exhausted which is ironic seeing how all I did this weekend was sleep.
Anyway, I am now on the mend but the Budster is another story. :(
Buddy just turned 14. We noticed Monday morning that he seemed to be tilted to the side. When we took him to the vet yesterday the vet confirmed that Buddy has had some neurological damage done. Most likely a stroke has occurred to impair his right side. He no longer has feeling in his right hind leg, which is the cause of the falling over, and his right eye is struggling to close, when he pants his tongue hangs out to the right side. He really is a sight! However, even with all these issues, the vet did say he was quite "spiry" for an old man. That was a positive!
Unfortunately, we were also told we needed to prepare ourselves for what is to come down the road. He will most likely have another stroke, or begin to have more frequent seizures, both of which could cause his "good side" to go. When that happens it will be time to put Buddy down.
While this is a horribly sad turn of events, I am so thankful that we didn't have to do it yesterday, I thought we might! We have Buddy now and there is a small chance he could heal himself. If that's going to happen it will be in 5-7 days. For now, we're continuing to love and cuddle him and spoil him ROTTEN! :)