I feel like all I ever do on here is gripe lately.. but here I am again.
This New Years started off normal enough... we all stay home b/c we don't like to be out. So anyways, we decided that this year we were going to let Anthony try to stay up. We could tell that everyone was tired though (the dogs and Anthony). So Mongo (the mix), goes into a bedroom and lays down on a bed. Meanwhile, anthony is jumping on Riley (the boxer). So we put him on "the naughty step" for a few minutes, told him why, and told him to leave the dogs alone when it was time to get up.
No sooner does he get up, does he sprint into the bedroom where Mongo is sleeping... Mike and I are running behind him, and he just POUNCES on the dog. The dog yelps.. and Anthony got nipped. I would like to emphasize nipped b/c Mongo is an 80 lbs. dog.. and if he had bitten, anthony wouldn't have a face... so he has 3 small cuts on his face... and a big cut on his lip! Blood was everywhere.. we lock Mongo in a room, grab a blanket to put anthony in, grab ice from the freezer.. and run out... (I'm wearing a sweatshirt, and pj pants w/ socks). By this time, it is 10:30... so we fill out a dog bite report, talk to the doctors about what happened, talk about quarantine and so forth. They're sticking anthony w/ needles and giving him antibiotics... and they tell us that he neds stitches, but they want a plastic surgeon to do them. So at 11:00 pm, they tell us that they will have an ambulance ready by 12am. But it was more like 1:00am. Meanwhile, I've been on the verge of a PA all night, and I ask them for some type of dramamine (b/c I get sick if I don't face forwards).. and they couldn't give it to me unless I was admitted as a patient. WTF...
So we finally get to Children's Hospital in Boston. They look at Anthony and we wait around until like 2"15.THen they put a numbing agent on his lip so thathe won't feel the "litocaine" as much.. and we need to wait about a half hour. Well the time runs out, and then he can't find the specialist. So they find the specialist, and stick anthony in a pampoose (he can't move)... so they're injecting him, he is flipping out, he begins to have a panic attack... and it took over a half hour... it was terrible.. I couldn't st op crying. So we are finally ready to leave at 5am... and everyone is just exhausted.. (and boy was up the entire time). (he was saying happy new years to everybody and looking for fire extinguishers). The people there were great though.. best hospital I've ever been in... people were great... but all I could do was purell the whole time.. holding anthony.
So we get home.. and everyone goes to bed... The day after, my uncle and aunt are in a restaurant w/ some othe rrelatives, and suddenly my uncle can't breathe, turns grey/blue, and passes out) so they're in the hospital running all these tests. Turns out that he is just dehydrated and over-stressed.
So then the last two days, Anthony, Mike and myself ALL GET S*.. like v* and d* sick... DESPITE ALL MY EFFORTS.. I've caught this. Anthony keeps poopin his pants.. and Mike and I are running for the bathroom... he was ving and haveing d* for like 2 days.. but I v*ed once.. but had d* two days... it was terrible.. no matter how hard I tried to fight it.. it just came up and I couldn't stop it... I thought I was gonna pass out on the toilet.. but thank god it was only 1 time..
So we're all just laying low today... for whatever reason I wasn't able to get on thise sitebefore today... wierd enough..
but I hope that the new year has everything out of it's system.. and that the rest of it will be looking up... I hope that everyone else's New year started on a better foot!
I was hoping I'd die fr part of mine... but I didn't and all is well,...NOW..