I drove like a demon –allegedly to get home quickly. I took a different route, a more challenging drive (Ozarks has some fugged aup roller coaster back-country roads.
Not that I’m not going to kill myself one day but growing up in the Ozarks means a) a little different b) a little hardheaded c) a little unconcerned with Flatlander / Your Government “laws” d) a little accustomed to “if shit happens, we’re too far away for help anyway, may as well and a general love for rugged abandon.
Guess which one I am.
I made a 2 hour drive 54 minutes. In the rain for half of it.
Park. Ace runs up. I open car door. Ace jumps up in my lap and shoves his schnozzle in my armpit and runs his face on my boobs.
All the while, Mr. Wiggle-bottom tap dancing with the back end.
He stops the armpit-chest thing and I see his eyes are ALMOST SWOLLEN CLOSED.
We head inside and The Duchess comes over. Doesn’t say hello but “You need to look at Ace’s eyes”
Yeah. I saw it. How can you miss it?
I immediately reach for the phone and ring the vet, who oddly is about 3 miles from here. She runs it out of her parent’s house.
Anyway, I explain and they will not take him til Satirday morning.
I repeated how scary they looked. It’s heart-breaking.
The nearest vet hospital is about 55 miles away and honestly, I was woozy from only getting 2-3 hours sleep for 5 nights. I didn’t think I could or should drive that far (and back again) with the added wait time.
I gave him several doses of antihistamine just in case but it had no effect. He’s no worse this morning and I’ve checked him through the night. It’s pitiful and I know it can’t be comfortable but I can’t risk people’s lives when I’m under the influence of that little sleep. I made it through week one test and home but I know when I’ve reached the end of ability (sometimes).
In spite of the Ozarks mentality.
I reckon it’s like pink eye? There’s no matter or weeping, just swelling. I’m worried but he’s otherwise “himself.” He’s not running a temperature.
Poor Acey. And as always, Dutch and Spike couldn’t be bothered to take care of this.
This is day 3 if Dutch told the truth of when it started.
I’m sitting with him so he can touch me and know it’s okay. He will go outside but only 5 meters from the door to potty:(