My girlie is back home
I am SO happy to have my little furbaby back home, and so is she.
It was scary for a while. We went up to the hospital to see her Monday night. Three hours in the waiting room to VIEW her. Then we were ushered into an exam room. Where we waited. I peeped open the vet door and saw my little Effie on the prep table, flopping around madly, a tech standing over her freaked out.
No one could figure out what was happening, but it obviously wasn't good. Finally the truth was realized that the tech had accidentally administered a VERY HIGH overdose of medication and she was having crazy reactions. Her blood pressure was wildly fluctuating, she was experiencing hypertension, and in trying to control herself she was in essence freaking out.
The vet came in to tell us what was happening... and that it was a possibility she could die from this. I was livid, crying my head off and ready to take the place DOWN.
They sent off for a drip of a type of epinephrine to counter the drug's effects and to stabilize her. Fortunately Effie is a super strong-willed little kitty, and she held on tightly. Her heart rate stayed steady. By 1am, she was stable and sleeping.
Tuesday, I visited her twice. She was first drunk out of her mind, then by 9pm she was somewhat more sober, although visually impaired. Last night, the drunkedness had passed and she was ready to get the hell outtah dodge. We brought her home and although she has pitiful balance because of the ear infection, she is much better and very happy to be back home.
When I asked, I was told Tuesday afternoon that the tech that had administered the overdose was inconsolable, crying and visibly shaking all over. They had to send him home. I asked back about him last night and he had been reprimanded, put on suspension, and warned against future mistakes. I told the manager to let him know that I was pissed, but that I sympathize and hope he learned his lesson to measure twice or even three times every time from now on. I tried to put myself in his shoes. Obviously he loves animals if he is choosing veterinary medicine as a career. I know if it had been ME that made that mistake, I was be useless from that day forth. Had Effie not survived, I am not sure I would have been so charitible.
It was scary for a while. We went up to the hospital to see her Monday night. Three hours in the waiting room to VIEW her. Then we were ushered into an exam room. Where we waited. I peeped open the vet door and saw my little Effie on the prep table, flopping around madly, a tech standing over her freaked out.
No one could figure out what was happening, but it obviously wasn't good. Finally the truth was realized that the tech had accidentally administered a VERY HIGH overdose of medication and she was having crazy reactions. Her blood pressure was wildly fluctuating, she was experiencing hypertension, and in trying to control herself she was in essence freaking out.
The vet came in to tell us what was happening... and that it was a possibility she could die from this. I was livid, crying my head off and ready to take the place DOWN.
They sent off for a drip of a type of epinephrine to counter the drug's effects and to stabilize her. Fortunately Effie is a super strong-willed little kitty, and she held on tightly. Her heart rate stayed steady. By 1am, she was stable and sleeping.
Tuesday, I visited her twice. She was first drunk out of her mind, then by 9pm she was somewhat more sober, although visually impaired. Last night, the drunkedness had passed and she was ready to get the hell outtah dodge. We brought her home and although she has pitiful balance because of the ear infection, she is much better and very happy to be back home.
When I asked, I was told Tuesday afternoon that the tech that had administered the overdose was inconsolable, crying and visibly shaking all over. They had to send him home. I asked back about him last night and he had been reprimanded, put on suspension, and warned against future mistakes. I told the manager to let him know that I was pissed, but that I sympathize and hope he learned his lesson to measure twice or even three times every time from now on. I tried to put myself in his shoes. Obviously he loves animals if he is choosing veterinary medicine as a career. I know if it had been ME that made that mistake, I was be useless from that day forth. Had Effie not survived, I am not sure I would have been so charitible.
6 Comments:
I'm so glad to hear that your little furbaby is home. I'm baffled at what to say about her overdose. I'm just really glad she survived it. I've been keeping you guys in my thoughts and will continue to do so.
Glad to hear Effie is finally at home. Hopefully all the scary bad stuff is over now.
So glad your sweet girl is in your arms again. I hope her ear infection clears up quickly and that any other trace of illness dissapears from her little furbaby body right away!!
OMG! I am so glad that your sweet baby girl is home! Oh, I can't believe what you guys have been through this past week!
Hey..when you meet with the kittysitter tonight, you should ask her how one gets into that line of work. Or if she needs a work partner. ;)
Oh, I'm so glad Effie is home. It is hard to reconcile being sympathetic about honest mistakes and the rage you feel from the pain that honest mistake caused your kitty. I'm just glad Effie is doing better.
Evelin
YAY! Effie's home! I'm glad she's getting better and better. You don't want to have to worry about her when you're visiting T.!!
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