It has actually been a blessed day, but a tiring one and somewhat frustrating as well. Happily, I managed to keep a good attitude through the frustration.
The first challenge was to get Max to the car. Max, of course, loves to ride in the car. The problem is that as soon as the other dogs see that Mom has the leash, they are all excited. Now, Punkin might like to go but since she's scared of everything, she also doesn't want to go. But she sure wants to know everything that's going on! And Parker? He'd go anywhere, anytime, with or without me. So, my plan was to call Max to the kitchen, close the door, put the leash on him there and take him out through the garage. The biggest problem with that was getting him to come into the kitchen. All three dogs were gathered around the kitchen door with Parker and Punkin pushing to come out there. Max just backed off and didn't want to be part of the melee'. With a sore foot, I didn't blame him. Once we got that handled, the rest was a breeze.
He did beautifully at the vet's office and I really like this vet's office--first impression. I don't care if it is on the other side of town. It's a great vet's office. They treated Max really well and were beyond wonderful with me.
As it turns out, I still don't know if Max has glass in his foot or not, but it is REALLY infected down in between the pads. And, it's not just his front paw that is messed up; his back paw is messed up too. And to add to everyone's misery, he also has a fistula.
In case you don't know, fistulas are like open sores. Sometimes they are so deep that they actually create something like a second anal opening. We're nowhere near that bad off, thank God, but oh, my, I wanted to cry when I saw how red and raw that was. I should tell you, in case you don't know, that fistulas are a breed characteristic in male German Shepherds. And the older they get, the more prone they are to them....... They tell you about hip dysplasia in German Shepherds, but fistulas are far less talked about.......... if you want a male German Shepherd, be warned!
We have quite the regimen of treatment to get through. He is on oral antibiotics, steroids, and pain pills. Then there is also a topical cream for his butt which is antibiotic and numbing. He is supposed to have hot compresses on his butt several times a day. They also suggested soaking his feet in epsom salts several times a day. All the pills are twice a day pills. I have not figured out how I'm supposed to get him to soak his feet. I don't know how to get him in the tub--he weighs way too much for me to lift him in there! And, then to get him stand still in there for 5 minutes--that should be a challenge.
The vet was wonderful as far as the bill was concerned. I was so thrilled it almost made me cry. I do not like expending any extra money if I can help it, but I couldn't believe what they charged me. I've heard and experienced so many horror stories about lousy or wildly expensive veterinary care. These people really did seem to care more about the dog than about the money, God bless them!
We arrived home and then began the frustrating part. It took me almost 3 hours to get the meds. I also needed to pick up a refill on my blood pressure meds. Well, the pharmacy that has my blood pressure med prescription does not have a low cost prescription drug program for pets. But, Walgreen's does. Of course, when I called Walgreen's in December, I was told they did not even have a low cost prescription drug program for humans! So, I decided to drive thru and drop off Max's prescriptions at Walgreen's and then head diagonally across the street to the drugstore where my meds were waiting.
Well, they had one poor guy trying to work the counter AND the drive-up at Walgreen's. It took me over 15 minutes just to drop off the prescriptions. Then I headed across the street. First I gathered up some things I needed: milk for me, metamucil type stuff for Max, and epson salts for Max. Then I went to the pick-up counter to pick up my script which was supposedly ready by this past Monday. Guess what? They looked at me like I was from outer space. They had no record of the refill request. Here's the funny part about that: it was their computer system that called me to remind me about the refill and arrange it! So, the guy said it would take only about 5 minutes to actually pull it all together, so I set off to explore the store. I had NO extra money to spend so I just walked around for about 10 minutes. When I got back to the pick up counter, I had to stand in line. 15 minutes later it was my turn to get my meds.
Then I had to go up front to check out with the milk and other stuff. In line there too. Finally got out of there. Then I had to go back to Walgreen's. And this time I had to go in because there was some sort of paperwork to be filled out in order to qualify for the low cost drug program. The pharmacy tech couldn't remember her password. Then they didn't have the full order of steroids. So, now, I have to go back for the rest next week. At least they had enough to get started.
By the time I finished at Walgreen's, I was exhausted and all my energy was depleted. Remember, I was operating on less than 5 hours of sleep and I had not eaten all day. I ended up driving through the adjacent Jack-in-the-Box and buying a fish sandwich. When Joe and I were first married, I was watching my carbs. I was still eating them, but limiting them as best I could. I used to get fish sandwiches and eat them open-faced. I remember that they cost $1.89. Now, 11 years later, they are $2.69. That's a 50% increase in 11 years! Wow!
So, now, what I really want to do is go to bed. But, before I can do that, I have to finish dragging everything in from the car and make sure Max is all dosed up for the night. I doubt I'll sleep for more than a couple of hours, but I can't take a chance. I want these meds working in his system tonight!