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porcupine-girl · 2 years

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Update on my covidness. Covidity?

I'm at 4 weeks since I got sick.

I count last Monday, July 25, as the first day I wasn't actually sick anymore, so I was actively sick-sick for like 17 days. But the fatigue has barely let up - I've had a couple good days but they're usually followed by really bad days. I can basically do One Thing a day, such as helping with dinner or going with my husband to the grocery store (which turned out to be a mistake and wore me WAY out, but I hadn't left the house in three weeks and was desperate).

It's especially bad in my arms - some days my legs feel like I could probably take a walk (I haven't dared yet) but doing almost anything with my arms is exhausting. After the trip to the grocery store, where my husband did most of the work, I was reduced to playing games on my iPad one-handed, switching out hands as each one wore out.

So that's where I am now. Four weeks in I'm not sick, but I'm also hardly capable of doing anything. If this happened during the semester IDK what I would do - I have video lectures from when we were remote that I can use, but I couldn't even fucking grade in the state I'm in.

The only thing I can compare it to is when I was undergoing chemo 18 years ago. It feels so much like that sometimes it's creepy. The way I would be doing okay and then suddenly go way downhill in a matter of minutes - that happened the one time I tried to eat at a restaurant. (Our anniversary was while I was still sick-sick, and the kid was at camp for a week so since I wasn't sick-sick last Friday I was like okay I can sit in a booth and eat for an hour. And I did, and was tired but hanging in there, but around the time we ordered dessert I just crashed.)

The arm tiredness is also similar to chemo. The way some days typing or holding a book is too much for my arms, and holding a video game controller in my lap is the best I can do (I have played a LOT of ACNH let me tell you).

Anyhow. In case anyone was wondering. I really hope this lets up a bit before classes start in 2.5 weeks!

A full recap of the past four weeks under the cut:

I think my husband & son picked it up at the July 4 parade, which was a Monday. They got sick Wednesday/Thursday. Thursday night I wasn't quite sick but I felt the way I always do right before I get sick so I knew it was coming.

Friday, July 8 was the first day I was definitely sick, fever and all. (I will note that although 100.4 is technically the "fever" cutoff, my baseline body temp tends to be around 97-97.5 instead of 98.6 so I consider anything above 99 as a fever, and even though my immune system is messed up and I'm sick way more than my husband or kid it's still pretty damn rare for me to get a fever even by that measure.) Saturday my temp got up to like 101.5, when I still had a fever Sunday I tested and was positive for Covid.

At that point I thought to test my sense of smell and realized it was mostly gone. My husband realized that the problems he'd been having since his brief sickness Wednesday/Thursday were all due to covid brain fog.

Monday, July 11 I went to a grocery store clinic and got a positive test there and a prescription for Paxlovid. Took Paxlovid like a good girl for five days, but by the time I was done with it I still had a fever and was still testing positive (I tested 24 hrs after my last dose, so on Saturday July 16). I'm assuming it prevented me from getting worse, at least, but I did NOT have the miraculous "I started feeling better two days into Paxlovid!" experience that I've heard from so many others.

Finally that Sunday, the 17th, my temp dropped below 99 and stayed that way. So I had a fever for about 9-10 days straight. I was still very definitely sick, though. My bones still hurt all the time, my sinuses were a mess, headaches on and off, and I had the general "sick feeling" that is often the only symptom I get. My sense of smell and taste were still off, though smell was at least returning. I finally tested negative on Saturday, July 23 but I was still sick for another day or two.

#pg irl

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maycat-19-142 · 2 years

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Harry styles react to you going on the masked singer

Summary: you go on the USA masked singer as the demon and get to the final episode and your Fiance is a guest judge

⚠️: fem reader

"Now the final singer of the night" nick cannon yells "the demon" you walk out large wing in your back as you strut up

You clue plays and you start your song. "Cinderella dead"

"I was 19 in a white dress you called me you princess" Jenny and Nichole are starting and dancing while Robin and ken is praising you. Harry is vibing to you song

"I forgot I was a bad one" you sing to a now crying Nicole. You finish your song and nick comes back on stage.

"That was amazing demon" he told you"why did you pick it"

"2 reasons" you say with you voice distorted "one i have been thought sometimes similar and it is my sisters favorite song right now"

"That is a good reason" to replied "now let's hear from the panel"

"That was amazing i feel every word" Robin said "I see why you make it to the final episode"

"It was amazing and I have a guess" ken saids as Jenny groans "in the clue in episode 4 it said you are a actress and with a singer so I was thinking Celine Dion"

Harry's mouth was opened in shock "I disagree" from what I see i think she is Gal Gadot or Tyler swift" the crowed laughed at the last one as you are sent back stage to get ready for the revel

You walk on stage with you fellow finalist the moth and ant "now the first contestant unmasking is ... the ant" nick said sadly. Harry got him right with Bruno Mars.

Nick got back to you and the moth and the winner of season 9 "the winner of masked singer season 9 is the demon"

You start jumping up and down and hugging the moth who congrats you, the moth was Kendall jenner

Now you getting unmasked

Ken: Celine Dion

Robin: Bella hadid

Jenny: Salena gomes

Harry: Taylor swift

Nicole: Carmen Electra

"Now the moment we have been waiting for" nick yelled "take it off take it off take it off take it off take it off" the crowd yells as you take of you mask

"Oscar winning actress y/n l/n and fiance of harry styles" nick yelled to the panel. Harry head in his hands as he shakes his head and muttering "how did i not know we're getting married"

"I GOT HER RIGHT" ken yelled happily jumping up and down for 3 minutes

"Sit down" nick said dryly then he said to you "Ok talk to the panel"

"So y/n how does it feel to be unmasked" robin asked you

"So good it is 101.5 degrees in there" you say in to your microphone

"And how do you know that" ken asked

"I checked" you say "had my temp took after I was on stage"

"How did I not realize" Harry said looking shocked

"Because one i was at a "photo shoot" and two you don't notice" you laugh at him

"What was the scythe in the clue packaging mean" nicole asked

"My first big movie was as rand in the arc of scythe" you replied "also the rabbit in the clue packaging was to represent my newest role of hexilent in the TV show corpses"

"Why does a rabbit represent hexilent" Harry asked

"Have not read the book" you say acting fake offended "hexilent is a summoner and her biggest sommon is a 217 foot tall rabbit name hopcules"

"When does it start streaming" nick asked

"August 11 on the CW" you said "updates every Monday"

"Ok to sing unmasked for the first time and with winner of masked singer season 9 Oscar winning actress y/n l/n" nick yelled as you start to sing Cinderella dead again

♥︎♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♥︎♡

I just had the urge to write for harry styles so here we are. Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

#pixie #pixie rants #fluff #x reader #fem reader #harry styles #harry styles x reader #masked #singers #demon

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faeriecoded · 5 years

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i had to call in sick to work this morning because i've had a fever of 100° or over since Friday night/Saturday morning, but i was expecting it to go away so i could go to work today. but the lady at the front desk got mad at me when i said that to her because i told her my temp was at 101.5° last night and was like "well you should've called last night and told someone, because you have to be fever free for 24 hours without tylenol before you can come back."

so now i'm feeling lowkey awful for that because it's not like i didn't want to work. i love my job (i work at a daycare loving on two year olds) but i just don't want to get the little tykes sick.

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crippledboyfriend · 7 years

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I know @squidbiscuit loves Mccree and Hanzo so I decided I should try to write a little emeto for the pairing~

Jesse came back from his meeting with Gabriel to find Hanzo in bed, exactly where he left him. Hanzo went to speak and was overcome by a chesty cough.

“Easy there,” Jesse teased, but there was concern in his eyes as he took off his hat and secured his gun in a drawer. “Don’t get too excited.”

With watery eyes, Hanzo lowered his fist from his mouth.

“I can’t seem to ease this cough,”

“No, but I reckon you need more than a day of rest.”

“I’ve been ill all week,”

“But you only actually stayed home yesterday,” Jesse pointed out as he sat down on the bed. “You’ve definitely been gentle with yourself and have seemed to know your limits, but you weren’t getting better when you were still on your feet half the time and out around the open air.”

“I didn’t think I needed to become bedridden.”

“I didn’t either, until that damn fever you spiked the night before last,” said Jesse. “How’s that been doing, anyway?” Jesse reached and felt Hanzo’s forehead with the back of his hand. His hair was sweaty and loose in its ponytail.

“I was considering a shower when you got back,” said Hanzo. “I’ve been sweating it out, slowly.”

“Maybe you should take some medicine for it,”

“I’m fine,” Hanzo grabbed a tissue and roughly coughed into it.

Jesse firmly patted Hanzo’s shoulder and waited out the fit with him.

“Well, it’s your decision.” Jesse said as Hanzo pulled himself together and uneasily stood out of bed.

“I’ll clean myself up now,”

“Hold on, there,” Jesse quickly popped out of bed to Hanzo’s side, smiling. “I could use a shower, too. Why don’t I join ya?”

Hanzo could only cough in response as he slowly walked to the bathroom.

Jesse littered the floor with his clothes and started the water as Hanzo slowly undressed, his body sore. Jesse looked back at Hanzo with concern.

“That’s not how you usually look at me,” Hanzo didn’t make eye contact, and Jesse wondered if the archer was actually flustered.

“Are ya all achy?” asked Jesse.

“Of course,” Hanzo said as he tore out his ponytail holder and stepped into the shower.

Jesse eagerly followed in behind him and touched Hanzo’s chest, tracing the gold in his tattoo with his thumb. Hanzo bent forward into him a bit, coughing.

“That really doesn’t sound good,” Jesse backed off a bit. “Hopefully the steam will help.” Jesse turned up the heat of the water and guided Hanzo under the stream.

“Maybe we should make this quick,” Jesse commented. “You don’t seem like you’re up for much.”

“No,” Hanzo admitted, exhausted. As he washed his hair, it got harder to force himself to stand through waves of awful coughs.

“Don’t push yourself too much,” Jesse rubbed the bar of soap into Hanzo’s back. “Take it easy.”

Hanzo let Jesse gently wash him off, finding the actions a bit soothing as he tried not to cough on his lover.

“I’ll finish myself up,” Jesse decided. “I think you should get back on in bed.”

Hanzo still didn’t say anything as he caught his breath. He just walked out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He was only comfortable moving slowly, and he wasn’t even done drying himself off by the time Jesse made it out.

“What, do you need my help?” Jesse grabbed Hanzo’s shoulder.

“I’m almost finished,” Hanzo’s voice was rough. He threw on a robe and turned his back to Hanzo. He really needed to lay down.

“I’ve been thinking that maybe we should let Angela take a listen to your chest,” Jesse winced at the sound of Hanzo’s coughs.

“I don’t need to see a doctor,” Hanzo insisted.

“But you’d feel better,” said Jesse. “And I’d love to have you back on your feet again.”

“It’s not that important,” said Hanzo. “You don’t need to bother her with this.”

“I just really think you could use a doc,” Jesse frowned. “Well, if I can’t change your mind, how about I make us a couple of drinks with dinner?”

Hanzo nodded and reached for a tissue, trying desperately to cover his productive cough.

“What are you making?”

“I was just going to heat up some of the chicken, does something else sound better?” asked Jesse.

“No,”

“I’ll put some rice on the side, too,” Jesse spun around on his heels and headed to the kitchen.

He brought Hanzo his dinner in bed, unsure if he’d actually accept it. Half-expecting Hanzo to insist he could make it to the table, Jesse hesitated as he handed him his plate, but Hanzo took it without any comments.

“You think you can eat all of that?” asked Jesse.

“Jesse, you worry too much,” said Hanzo. “I haven’t been skipping meals. I want to keep my strength up.”

“Alright, well, toss it back with some whiskey, and hopefully you’ll feel a little more comfortable.”

As Jesse started to leave the bedroom, Hanzo asked,

“Are you going to eat in the dining room?”

“Uh, yeah, I was plannin’ on it.”

“I can go with you,” Hanzo started to force himself up.

“Woah, woah, woah don’t push yourself,” said Jesse. “You know, on second thought, what the hell? I’ll eat in here.”

Hanzo went to say something, but he had to turn his head to cough, and Jesse took the occasion to hurry out and bring his things in before Hanzo could protest. He sat on the edge of the bed across from him and started to eat.

Jesse rested in bed with Hanzo, who was too exhausted to do anything but watch a movie. His coughs shook his body and the entire bed.

“Have you taken your temp recently?” asked Jesse, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” Hanzo answered as he cleared his throat.

“Why don’t you let me do that?” Jesse leaned over Hanzo to grab the thermometer on the nightstand, cautiously watching for his reaction. Hanzo seemed pretty indifferent and opened his mouth slightly for Jesse to set the device under his tongue.

“Don’t you worry, I’m sure we can get you fixed up.” Jesse hoped to be comforting as he watched, but Hanzo seemed like he wasn’t appreciating the excess attention. He managed to keep his coughing down to a minimum with the thermometer in his mouth, and he took it out on his own.

“Can I see that?” Jesse took the thermometer and read it, worrying a bit now that he saw Hanzo’s fever was up to 101.5. He pursed his lips.

“You just can’t seem to kick this, can you?”

Hanzo hurriedly shoved a couple of tissues to his face as he coughed up phlegm. His coughing was loud and his back twitched as it turned into retching.

“Hanzo, take a deep breath —“ Jesse stood up and went around the bed to stand at Hanzo’s side. The sick man shot him a desperate look with watery eyes.

Jesse stammered a bit as he grabbed the trash basin and held it in front of Hanzo. Hanzo held the sides, but Jesse didn’t let go as Hanzo hovered over it, willing himself not to throw up but allowing the option in front of him if it really had to happen.

Jesse let go of the trash with one hand to rub Mccree’s back, and he winced as Hanzo made a sound wetter than usual and bent forward, letting up a bit of vomit into the garbage. Hanzo took a quick breath in and choked, letting hot chunks of vomit rise up.

“Oh, darlin’…” Jesse frowned as Hanzo retched. Trying to clean himself with tissues, Hanzo still coughed roughly as he tried to pull himself together. He spit into the garbage as he caught his breath and the spell lessened. By the time he was done coughing, he only needed to spit a few more times and wipe his mouth. They were both silent.

“Well, I reckon I should take care of this,” said Jesse. “Is your stomach alright?”

“I just coughed too hard…” Hanzo said, but now his stomach was sore on top of everything else.

“Alright, I believe ya,” Jesse took the trash. “I’ll be right back with this cleaned out.”

Hanzo leaned back into the pillows and took a deep breath. He didn’t expect to vomit.

“Hanzo?” Jesse called as he came back. “Do you want anything to try to settle your stomach?”

“No,” said Hanzo. “Just rest.”

Jesse got back into bed carefully.

“Alright,” said Jesse. “Do you think you need to get some sleep?”

“Not yet,”

Jesse stared at Hanzo, noting how much paler he was.

“How about you consider gettin’ yourself looked at?” asked Jesse, and this time, Hanzo actually gave it some thought.

“Deep breaths, please,” Angela instructed as she pressed her stethoscope up against Hanzo’s chest. He shivered and obeyed.

“Have you been smoking around him?” Angela asked Jesse.

“No, ma’am, of course not.” Jesse promised.

“Is he getting adequate rest?”

“You can ask me,” said Hanzo.

“Oh, sorry.” Angela laughed as she move the stethoscope to the other side of Hanzo’s chest.

“He’s been sleepin’ plenty and has been off of his feet the last couple of days,” Jesse answered anyway. “I don’t know why he’s still sick. It wasn’t even that bad at first.”

Angela moved on to Hanzo’s back and listened a bit before putting her stethoscope around her neck.

“I don’t think this is anything too serious. With age, you might just need more rest than you think, especially when you first catch yourself getting sick,” Angela explained. “I think you need to stay in bed for few days and not do anything that could irritate that cough until it’s gone away. Not medicating it probably isn’t the best, either.”

“Cough syrup doesn’t really help,” said Jesse.

“At least take ibuprofen to lessen the inflammation and fever,” Angela gently touched Hanzo’s shoulder as he coughed.

“Thanks Angela,” said Jesse. “It’s good to hear you say he’s fine.”

“Not a problem,” said Angela. “You’re always welcome to my help. I think this just needs some time and to be a good patient.”

“He’s been a plenty good patient,” Jesse promised as Hanzo stood up.

“Jesse,”

“I’m just sayin’, he’s been restin’ and eatin’ right,” Jesse argued.

“Then he’ll be fine,” smiled Angela.

“You worry too much,” Hanzo said as they left.

“I do not,” Jesse scoffed. “You weren’t gettin’ better. What was I supposed to do?”

#overwatch #mchanzo #mccree #hanzo #mercy #emeto #fanfic #//smoking mention #//alcohol mention

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violet-amet · 5 years

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It’s around... 4:33 in the morning atm, and I can’t sleep. To say the least, I’m feeling restless due to reasons. Health reasons, me thinks.

For the past two days, I have suffered from a fever. Now, here’s the thing, I used to suffer from them, thanks to chemo, but now that it’s been almost a year since my last chemo session, and have recently been told I’m cleared of cancer, that would mean that I’m okay. However, I did not get a flu shot. Here’s the thing.

The nurses and doctors didn’t find anything wrong with me the other night, when I went over to the hospital. No signs of an infection, virus, or anything. I assume my blood was normal as well, so I’ve been wondering to myself, what the hell caused it? I should had asked the doctors, but I don’t think they knew either, but they did tell me to come back if I experience it again.

Anyway, even though I’m healthy, I still can’t get over the fact that the fever just... happened like that. Chills, high temperature, sweats, all that nice stuff that comes with fevers... I assume maybe it’s because the things I was injected with during the day of my scans. Couldn’t eat anything for a good majority of the day, but I did eventually, by the end of it.

The thing to note here is that I have a port underneath my shoulder. It’s a dual port, something they use because of how small my veins are, and how hard it is to draw blood from them. Well, I assume it might had been because I was injected with saline, glucose, then the contrast twice on different scans. After the scans, as weak as I was, due to this, I still ate, and felt okay-ish, until I felt my legs tingling.

First sign of my fever happening.

Then comes the shivering, the desire to feel heat, and weakness of sorts. My temperature was around 101.5 at the time, which is pretty high! I should had went to the hospital then, but didn’t want to, because I don’t know - I’m an idiot. Anyway, I took an advil, which did lower my temp, fortunately.

However, the next day, after they use my port again to draw blood, then met with the doctor, they checked my vital signs. I was normal! 98.5 is a normal temperature.

Then, it happened again. I felt the tingling sensation in my legs as soon as we left the hospital. Later, 102.5 on my thermometer. Well... that’s certainly a fever.

So, my mom called my aunt, who always helps us with everything, because she is a God given gift in this family, and an amazing person, and I love her dearly, for everything she has done to help us up to this point, and God knows I can’t repay her properly for everything, but boy, we wish we can, and will try, no matter what. Unfortunately, while her son was sick with the flu, and I hope he is better now, because man, everyone is getting sick these days, she did advise her to just call the hospital, and from there, I was forced out of the bed, into the car. However, I did take two advils.

Once we reached the hospital, I stayed there for a good few hours, getting blood drawn, from both my veins and port, just in case they find something off in either one, x rays of the chest, etc, etc, only to find nothing in the end. (Thinking back on it, I wonder if the advil worked... Either way...) They haven’t found nothing.

So here’s my theory: my body doesn’t like being poked, and injected with saline, and anything that goes into the body, tends to give me some questionable effects, since the cells can sense that something is off, and attack it, so that leaves me with a terrible fever.

I felt some minor effects from the past two days, but I’m better now, fortunately. My temperature was high, around 99.5 around the afternoon today, but I was quick to take something to hopefully let it die down... but it was also because I started to feel a headache coming on... or worse, a migraine. I hate migraines...

Anyway, that’s my experience with a fever so far. I should sleep, but I can’t for some reason, but maybe now that I got this off my chest, I can rest a little easier. A lot tends to run through my mind often before I sleep, so writing does tend to help me more often than not.

Anxiety is a bitch.

As always, take it easy my dudes, and thank you for reading this out. If not, that’s okay. Just take it easy, and take care. Lots of love~!

#blah blah blabbity blah #health stuff #health talk #i may never know...#as of now its 5 am...#ha!#good night my dudes #or rather good morning~!

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carasueachterberg · 5 years

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Word of Warning: If you are not following along on this Rescue Diary on Facebook, you may not know that this story is a hard one. Sadly, it is a reality of rescue that we can’t save them all and that sometimes the damage that has been done prior to the dog arriving with us is insurmountable. Still, we do all we can and while that may not be enough, it is more than many dogs would experience apart from rescue. The following are the Facebook Diary posts in their entirety:

Diary of a Rescue: Day 1 Daisy, a pregnant shepherd mix, arrives tonight on a transport from South Carolina. Puppy room is ready and Daisy is on the van headed north! Travel safe, sweet girl, we can’t wait to meet you! #diaryofarescue#anothergooddog

Diary of a Rescue Day 1 (near midnight):

Daisy has arrived- she is terrified, skinny, and it is obvious that she has already had multiple litters. Settling in but doesn’t look like we will have puppies tonight. She’s a beautiful dog with gorgeous, expressive eyes. Gentle and frightened and yet to eat anything. I’ve tried to tell her she is safe but don’t think she believes that yet. Thanks SAVEDOG Project for getting her here safely.

Diary of a Rescue: Day 2

Daisy is still very unsure of us. She follows me hesitantly and so far is a silent dog. The light of day shows clearly how hard this dog’s life has been. I would wager she’s had many, many litters in her lifetime. Her body is stretched and worn, and the defeat in her eyes just breaks my heart.

One of the signs of impending labor is a drop in temperature. The experts say that when a mom’s temp drops below 100, she will deliver in 24 hours. I’ve had about a 50/50 success rate with that prediction, so I’m not sure it’s ironclad. Daisy’s temp is 98.9 today at lunchtime but she’s finally eating (and most moms stop eating when labor is approaching), so I think we’re still a ways off.

Diary of a Rescue Day 3:

My son, Ian, is a talented photographer and here is a picture he took of Daisy last night.

You can tell by her face that this dog is carrying some really tough stories around. This is a rare moment when she is looking up. Almost all the time, she is looking down and her tail is tucked between her legs. I was rewarded with a teeny, tiny, almost tail-wag this morning when I brought her food, so I’m hopeful we will win her over soon – hopefully before her pups arrive.

Temp today is 101.5 – perfect normal temperature for a dog which means no puppies are imminent! YAY. This gives us more time to get to know her and for her to begin to trust us. That way if anything goes sideways during the birth she’ll let me help. 98% of dogs don’t need any help when giving birth, and Daisy is obviously a pro at this, so I’m am hopeful that I will be nothing more than a cheerleader and water girl when the time comes.

Diary of a Rescue Dog: Day 4

Daisy spiked a fever this morning so we are at the Pet ER. The regular OPH vet is on maternity leave and her fill-in couldn’t see us. So we have waited almost two hours here, me worrying and Daisy fretting and Nick bored to tears. Finally, they are taking X-rays and giving her fluid and electrolytes to get her temp down and to figure out why it is so high. Of course, this all happens during a snowstorm. Could use your prayers for Daisy and her unborn pups.

Diary of a Rescue: still Day 4: Headed home from ER with Daisy. Temp still up. Hoping meds work so we don’t have to go back and hospitalize her. Snowstorm complicating things. Good news is that puppies (lots of them) look fine at this point and the fluids seem to have reactivated her appetite! They’ve also inflated her a little so her bones aren’t poking out so much.

Diary of a Rescue: Day 5

We ended up in the ER again last night with Daisy as her temperature shot back up to 105.3. I was only ever able to get it down to 104.2 at home by keeping cold wet washcloths on her feet and cooling her ears nonstop.

Normal temp for dogs is 101-102.5. That high temp put the puppies at great risk, not to mention the stress on Daisy between the fever and the travel (in the snowstorm) to and from the ER twice.

Daisy’s temp was down to 102.4 when we brought her home and this morning it is 99.3. She has very little appetite but otherwise seems good as can be expected – tired and still wary of everything around her.

She’s on antibiotics now and fingers crossed that will knock out whatever caused her fever. I am hoping that the current low temp doesn’t indicate labor coming and that she will have another week to rest and heal and for the puppies to grow.

Daisy does seem to be trusting me and Nick now – she meets my eye and her tail isn’t clamped so tightly between her legs. Nick had to carry her (59 pounds!) in and out of house and vet, she was too wobbly from the fever and too scared to follow me. I know it wasn’t how he planned to spend his day/night and he missed work to help me, so I’m more than grateful to have a partner who backs me up and grateful we have a good four-wheel drive vehicle that got us safely to and from the ER – twice!

We are all tired and holding our breath and hoping the worst is over, but something tells me this journey with Daisy is nowhere near finished.

Diary of a Rescue: Day 5 (evening)

Daisy’s temp shot up again this afternoon over 105, so we are at the vet’s office waiting to see doc at Clearview Animal Hospital, LLC. Daisy did well on the hilly drive over here and thankfully we didn’t encounter and downed limbs from the heavy snow and ice. We could use your prayers once again. Hopefully, we can get her some relief and figure out where fever is coming from.

Diary of a Rescue Day 6:

Let me start by reminding you that when I started this Diary I warned you that there might not be a happy ending. Because this is not fiction (oh, how I wish it was), I have no control over the outcome.

Daisy got more fluids and a new course of antibiotics last night. The wonderful staff at Clearview taught me how to administer fluids and sent me home with more ‘just in case’. Her temp was normal by the time we were home.

I will spare you the gory details, but nothing about what happened next was anything like any of my other litters. About 10pm Daisy delivered a puppy that was clearly not ready to be born. It lasted only a few minutes. Five hours later, after straining and straining and wandering confused around my puppy pen, she delivered a stillborn pup and this morning, just before I took her back to Clearview when they opened, she had another dying puppy.

Daisy has been amazing through all of this – confused, scared, and trying her best. She has leaned on me and licked my face each time I sat down with her. I’ve done my best to comfort her, but truly, there was not much comfort to find.

She is in good hands now, and I am only focused on saving Daisy. As sad and awful as it is, her body cannot take raising another litter of puppies and I am not holding out much hope that any of the remaining pups will survive. In the end, that will be a blessing.

So much is wrong with this situation, but none of it is Daisy’s fault or OPH’s fault or any of the vets that have treated her or the shelter that held her. The fault lies with some anonymous person or persons in South Carolina who did not care for or value this dog. She has likely already had a dozen litters of puppies in her life, and yet no one who knew about it or adopted one of her cute puppies did anything to help her.

I thought much about this last night as I sat with Daisy. It will not do us any good to be angry now, what we have to do is act. We have to change this crappy situation. There is no excuse for it.

While I so desperately wish this had turned out differently, I’m glad I’m sharing it with you because this is the part of rescue too many people don’t know about. We see the best and the worst and it stretches our hearts, but it will not break them. There is too much work to be done.

Diary of a Rescue Day 6: (midday)

Daisy is struggling to deliver the remaining pups and it has been decided that she will need a C-section. She’ll be spayed at the same time, so one good outcome – no more puppies EVER again. This dog has been through so much, so surgery will be risky, but is necessary. I’m grateful she’s in such good hands and super grateful that they are keeping me updated even though I know they have their hands full with regular patients. Her doc even came in on a day off to do this surgery. Daisy is in the best possible place right now.

One more thing, at this point, one of the puppies she delivered at Clearview is alive. Maybe he takes after his mama and is a fighter too. We shall see. Prayers and positive, healing energy welcomed! #togetherwerescue

Diary of a Rescue: Day 6 (4pmish)

Daisy is out of surgery and doing well! One large female pup survived of the five additional pups they pulled during the C-section (that’s eleven total pups if you’re keeping count). The boy pup has been nursing and holding his own. Once Daisy is fully awake from surgery, they will try to get girl pup nursing. If everyone continues to improve I can bring the little family home tonight!

It will be another long night fretting over this little crew. Daisy will be exhausted and now we have an incision to keep an eye on while being sure the puppies can nurse. Her nipples from her years of having puppies are enlarged and misshapen and some will be impossible for the puppies to latch onto.

Long, sketchy road ahead, but one big hurdle jumped. Can’t say enough about how amazing Clearview staff have been. Courtney has been with the puppies all day long and I imagine it hasn’t been easy to lose so many. Dr. Shank gave up her day off to operate on Daisy and the two of them have taken the time to keep me informed of all that’s happening. Outstanding veterinary care, but more than that, they truly love the animals.

Relieved, but bracing myself for more to come. Thank you all for your many prayers today – I know Daisy and her two little babes have been wrapped in them. #togetherwerescue #anothergooddog

Diary of a Rescue Day 6 (evening):

Daisy is home and resting but has lost a lot of blood. She is weak and dehydrated, but I will give her fluids through the night. As hard as this is, I’m learning a lot and gaining skills that will help me with the next litter.

Puppies are very skinny and have a lot of trouble latching on and staying on. In this grab from my baby cam, she is snuggled around them. She has been licking and nuzzling them, so no matter what happens tonight they are being loved.

Hopeful sign- Daisy walked from her travel crate into puppy box (Nick removed a side for her so she didn’t have to hop over) AND she had a big drink of water.

It will be touch and go tonight. I’m staying close by and will do what I can but we still don’t know the cause of the fever and the abortion of the pups. We don’t know if the pups failing created the fever or vice versa. Hoping she responds to the antibiotics and anti-inflammatories she is on now.

Hoping to turn the corner soon but still far from it. Thanks for your support and kind words- they mean a lot. #togetherwerescue #anotgergooddog

Diary of a Rescue: Day 7:

We had a mostly good night. Daisy is eating a little bit of chicken and rice almost every time I offer it. This morning she even ate a little canned puppy food. She is drinking water also. She doesn’t get up for either but obliges me when I offer her bowls to her. All good signs! I think being ‘home’ in the quiet warm puppy room is really helping.

I had planned to take her back to Clearview this morning but she is doing so well we’re going to stay home for now. She has yet to pass any urine or stools so I know she is still very dehydrated, but her gum color has returned and she no longer lying flat.

The girl puppy passed last night but the boy puppy is still with us. He seems determined to nurse but it is a challenge. Daisy spent most of the night curled around him.

We are still not out of the woods and far from that corner I keep hoping we will turn but things are decidedly better. I got some sleep last night and even a quick shower! Hoping to have a moment to sneak over to Walmart to grab something for Ian for Valentines Day. A little normalcy is good for the soul!

Thanks for following along on this rescue- it is comforting to know we are in so many prayers. Remarkable to think that this dog who has been so neglected for so long is on the hearts of so many. I keep saying (about the problem of so many good dogs dying from neglect or crowded shelters) that it’s not that people don’t care it’s that they don’t know. #togetherwerescue #anothergooddog

Diary of a Rescue: Day 7 (3pmish):

I’m going to go out on a limb and say that Daisy is doing great (although every time I say this things go sideways). She is eating a lot and drinking well, and (this is huge) she finally peed! I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to step on a soak puppy pad in my stocking feet before! Peeing means that she is not so dehydrated, which has been one of our biggest threats for the past 24 hours. Her temp has been normal all day, which is a huge relief. I’m plying her with chicken and rice and hamburger and some fancy canned puppy food I dashed out and bought at Pet Valu a little bit ago.

Boy puppy is hanging on but getting weaker. I will be surprised if he lasts the night, but then again I was surprised when he made it through last night.

Another OPH foster, Chris, is going to come and mama/pup sit for me so I can sneak out to watch Ian swim in the Invitationals (thanks Chris!) later. Going to the store and now heading to a swim meet, I feel like I’m returning to the land of the living, like Daisy and I have been on some kind of Odyssey for the last four days.

This sweet dog’s heart is overwhelming. Daisy rarely gets up, stayng put to let the puppy nurse/stay warm and also because she is beyond exhausted and each time I bring her a bowl to eat or drink, she takes a few bites or sips and then licks my hand. I think it’s her way of saying thank you. #togetherwerescue #anothergooddog

Diary of a Rescue: Day 7 (evening):

Daisy’s baby boy passed this evening. What a little fighter he was- but there were far too many strikes against the little guy. At the end he went very peacefully. It was actually pretty amazing even though it was heart wrenching to witness. Daisy cradled him in her paws for awhile and licked him gently. After he was gone she ripped up all the bedding into a pile in the puppy box and is now lying here on it finally really sleeping hard.

If I try to leave she gets up, so I’m sitting here until it’s time for meds in thirty minutes hoping she has at least that much peace. I’m remembering where this girl was just a week ago and thinking of all we’ve been through. She is still hurting and swollen and I can’t help but wonder why this happened the way it did and whether it’s over (in terms of Daisy’s health).

Tomorrow we start moving forward with this girl- getting her healthy and happy and ready to find her family. But tonight we’re going to sit here together and mourn her 11 babies and all that might have been.

Thank you for your prayers and support for this beautiful dog and her enormous heart.

#togetherwerescue #anothergooddog

It is hard to believe it has been a week since Daisy arrived and that this time last week, I was hopeful and excited to welcome Daisy and her impending family. Now, instead, in my mudroom is a broken and sad dog who is just beginning the long road to healing. I will continue to post her journey because it’s my greatest hope that now is when the good part starts.

When I set out to write this diary, I thought it would be a happy story to buoy us during the long, cold winter. When things began to slide, I wasn’t sure I should continue to keep writing or whether I should share all of the details with you. In the end, I did, except for the long night of labor/delivery at my house because it was so very hard to witness and the outcome spoke for itself.

I decided to keep writing because maybe this was a story that needed to be told and that just maybe it would inspire someone to act, to get involved, to help change the situation in our country in which too many good dogs are neglected and forgotten. Our country continues to euthanize up to a million dogs a year, and that doesn’t count the dogs like Daisy who die in or out of rescue as a result of apathy and ignorance.

If this story has motivated you to help in any way, here are a few options:

Volunteer at your local shelter or rescue – walk dogs, take dogs for a ‘day out’ or a sleepover, or consider fostering dogs. Photographers are always needed because a good photo can be the difference between a dog getting adopted or not. If you’re a cat person (and the cat problem is MUCH bigger), you can cuddle kitties or take pictures/write bios. Volunteers are also needed for fundraising, reference checking, and many other tasks that don’t require that you even get your hands dirty. Even one hour a week will make a difference.

When you decide to get your next dog, consider adopting from a shelter or rescue. And when you hear of others who have done so, thank them for choosing to rescue.

Donate to your local shelter or rescue – stories like Daisy’s are all too common. Adoption fees don’t begin to cover the cost of rescue. If you are moved to help with Daisy’s bills, you can do so through the OPHrescue website designating that your donation is for “Daisy B.’

And, if you’d like to follow along daily on Daisy’s journey, like/follow my public Facebook page. I plan to continue to document Daisy’s journey right up until the happy ending that she so deserves.

Thanks for reading!

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If you’d like to know more about the book, Another Good Dog: One Family and Fifty Foster Dogs, visit AnotherGoodDog.org, where you can find more pictures of the dogs from the book (and some of their happily-ever-after stories), information on fostering, the schedule of signings, and what you can do right now to help shelter animals! You can also purchase a signed copy or several other items whose profits benefit shelter dogs!

If you’d like to know how you can volunteer, foster, adopt or donate with OPH, click here. And if you’d like more pictures and videos of my foster dogs past and present, be sure to join the Another Good Dog Facebook group.

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Best,

Cara

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