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My Life Thus Far
2015-07-12 06:35:42 (UTC)

Like He's Invincible

I'm mad at Snookums. I feel slightly bad about being mad at him, because he's sick. But he did it to himself, and it was totally avoidable! His track record for not thinking before acting is becoming a mile long.

We live in the woods. The flea epidemic around here is a constant battle. We've tried so many things and nothing works 100% of the time. We've tried everything from natural methods to the most expensive drops/pills/tablets/chewables the vet has to offer. Ultimately it takes multiple methods to keep the situation in check. We've found that Diatomaceous earth works well, but it's so messy. Last night, Snookums decided it would be a good idea to sprinkle DE alllllll over our bedroom. Why? I dunno. It really wasn't necessary. Things have been pretty good lately.

Snookums has severe allergies and asthma. This time a couple of years ago he was actually admitted to the hospital for a terrible perfect storm of allergies, asthma, bronchitis, and pneumonia. The doctors thought he had a pulmonary embolism. It was really scary and I thought I was going to loose him. Well, sprinkling the DE in our bedroom at bedtime proved to be a very foolish idea. He woke up struggling to breath. He doesn't look any better right now than he did this morning. I came home from work and cleaned our bedroom again from top to bottom, tried to make him comfortable. I asked him if he's been taking his medication... silence. He ran out. He hasn't been taking his asthma medication. He has medical coverage through the VA, but it doesn't cover our usual doctor. Our amazing general practitioner. He lost his coverage when he quit his job. So, he has to make an appointment through the VA, which will probably take forever. I'm so worried he's going to end up hospitalized again. I don't want to live through that again.

The concern I'm feeling about Snookums is definitely outweighing my desire to talk about mundane shit. Work was work. It was neither good nor bad. It just was. Which is all anyone can expect it to be...

As selfish as it sounds, I'm mad at him for not even being able to manage something as straight forward as his asthma. Like he's invincible. Like he's forgotten how he ended up on a respirator in the ICU because of it only two years ago. He gets upset at me for not dealing with my back issues, but my back isn't life or death. BREATHING IS! He said if he isn't better by tomorrow, he'll go to the emergency room. Which is the last resort, since it's super expensive, but what else can we do if he can't be seen by the VA for weeks or months?




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