All About Andee

Four years ago, a routine stop at a pet adoption day led to our adoption of a sweet-tempered, gentle puppy, named "Andee" by animal welfare volunteers (after the lawyer who rescued her from an interstate ramp where she had been dumped at under 6 weeks old). Having a puppy around brought out the puppy in our ten-year-old mixed breed, Happy, and they quickly became devoted to one another and to the human members of their pack.

Andee has grown to be a beauty--people stop us in the street to ask what breed she is. Her rich, reddish-brown coat, noble profile, silky button ears and feathered, upward-curving tail make a striking impression. She's just big enough to be intimidating to strangers who hear her bark through our fence, but small enough to be controlled on a leash by ten-year-old Charlie. A few frightening seizure episodes led to a diagnosis of epilepsy after she was about a year old, but the seizures were quickly controlled with phenobarbital. She was a happy and healthy pet until we realized she could not get herself up to a standing position on Sunday, September 28, 2008.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Frustration is not the most helpful emotion

The new vet student, who serves as the main point of contact between the hospital and the family, did not start off well with me. He uses his cell phone to call patient families and his number is blocked. This means I can't call him back, and can't save his number to my phone with a more descriptive title. Small thing, but it got me irritated before I even spoke to him the first time. His calls are at apparently random times (compared to the clockwork-like am and pm update calls from Crystal). I am not impressed.

I understand that LSU vet school is a teaching hospital, and that these rotations are necessary. But the hand-off has not been well handled, and every conversation with the new "team" has been terse and cold. The entire focus is on getting Andee home--this should be a good thing, but it feels like they just need the bed for another animal now that the surgery is over. I know that my anxiety about caring for Andee is not this student's fault, but it would be nice to have a little acknowledgement that our family is moving into uncharted territory. A misunderstanding over an exercise cart (we were told that we could us the one she has been using temporarily until we can get a custom one for her, and then were told by the new team that we couldn't, and that the cart wasn't necessary, anyway) nearly pushed me over the edge last night.

I am trying to reach the physical therapy technicians, who I hope will offer us some more advice and support. We bought a kennel/crate today, so we may be able to bring Andee home tomorrow. That will give us the weekend to try to get into a routine with her before we jump back into the usual crazy schedule.

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