Our Dog as NursePosted: January 16, 2013
Getting sick stinks. There is only one possible benefit and that is loss of appetite and actual pounds. I have lost four and a half pounds since I got sick on Sunday. I am wondering what is going to happen when I feel fully better. I am still eating so I hope that this is some real fat disappearing and not just water flowing out of my system. In the good medical advice to stay fully hydrated I am drinking as much as I can. It does not seem to help my chest congestion, but I will keep at it.
My daughter is much sicker than I am. She has the full-blown flu as was confirmed by the violation of a long swab stuck way up her nose by the doctor this morning. Hopefully the Tamiflu she was prescribed will help shorten the duration of this already grueling illness.
I know there are lots of homemade remedies for flu and colds from chicken soup to menthol chest rubs. In our house the best medicine is our snuggling labradoodle Shay-Shay. Shay is a loyal companion to anyone hold up in bed and feels it is her duty to lie as close to each patient as possible.
Perhaps the cold and rainy weather is adding to Shay’s desire to be near to us, but it certainly is comforting to have her company when we feel this poorly. It seems like a visiting dog program could be added to the visiting nurse world. Shay doesn’t seem to be vulnerable to our illnesses so she is the perfect one to watch over us when we are sick.
I had a wonderful and loyal dog Beau who I got when I was in college. While Beau was still a puppy we went home to my parents house so I could have my wisdom teeth taken out. That was the most horrific procedure I have ever endured. My second night home I woke up in the middle of the night in terrible pain. I stumbled into the kitchen to get one of my pain pills and passed out before I could take it. As I went down I knocked a glass off the counter and it broke under my unconscious body.
Beau saved the day by going to my parent’s room and waking my father. He was furious that my dog was coming to him to be taken out in the middle of the night, but he certainly did not want my dog to pee in his room. When Beau led him downstairs my father found me bleeding on the floor passed out.
Today I am thankful for a devoted and dedicated dog who makes us feel a little bit better and never lets us feel alone.