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LD Training13 Oh No, It’s Friday the 13th

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Welcome to the Friday the 13th edition of Leader Dog Training! Where anything can happened and make you wish you just hid uner your bed.

Oh wait, you can’t do that at Leader. So, I guess you have to hide in the closet instead!

I should have know that it would be a day I wish I buried myself back under my covers when the alarm went off.

As soon as the lovely Alexa alarm went off at 5:30AM, Wren decided that, hey woman, I need to go out, like now now now. No waiting, take me out and step on it!

Of course the demanding princess had to wait because there was no way in hell I was going outside in just a t-shirt and shorts. Was she crazy? She didn’t like the idea of waiting of grumbled the whole time she had to wait.

I finally get her outside and guess what?

Nothing! othing, absolutely nothing. She ran out there like her fur was on fire, spun around a few times and I was pretty sure she was going to give me a great pile of poop. But noooooo, she stopped and looked at me like, hey, what are we doing out here? There’s no one out here yet!

I threatened her with no treats after that and went back inside to get ready for the day, to which she promptly snorted at me. Like, yeah right human!

Who matched me with this dog anyways? Can I get a refund yet? lol.

Obstacles and the demented team leader Phil.
This mornings Friday the 13th fun was in downtown Rodchester and we were going to be working on obstacles. To which everyone was like, um, hey didn’t we have enough of those last night?

Sadly nope, that wasn’t enough. The dogs got practice at moving obstacles, meaning people and carts and dogs and bags and who knows what else wanted to jump in our way. But todays lesson was for those other annoying obstacles that don’t move, like overhangs and things that people put in your way to block the sidewalk.

Wren did one hell of a job at showing me everything! I did have to remind her that was we got in the grass to go around the obstacle that she needed to get back to the sidewalk, not stop and smell the bushes!

Linda and I were both wondering how it would go when Wren would have to take me through things that were on both sides where we’d have to zig and zag and wtist and turn due to the fact I sometimes still have a hard time reading her when she needs me to move right. As demanding as she is she hasn’t quite learned to just shove me over to get me to do what she wants.

However, when we got to the zigs and zags, we did it perfectly! I don’t know what we were doing differently, but I was able to read her and her me just fine. I was very proud of our work.

Well, during our obstacle course we also had to deal with the horrible demented driver Phil trying to run us over! He failed of course, ha!

There was one time that he completely came out of no where and shocked the hell out of me, and as he was dlriving by had the nerve to say

Try and out run me will ya?

Heheheheeh, Wren just did her job, stopped she was suppose to and snorted at him!

My girl definitely earned a few treats for that one.

Go Wren!

So, I know all of my updates have been up beat and full of laughs and fun, but just so you can also see that there can be some hard times as well here’s what happened after the morning training was over.

In my file and on the chart on the back of the room doors it is suppose to state that my room should be cleaned first so that way it was time to air out from whatever cleaning products they use since I have chemical sensativity. The smell may not be completely gone, but enough so that I can handle it without a major headache or something.

Well, today was the first day it went horribly wrong. I don’t know if they forgot and my room was done close to last or if when they were done the heat kicked on and stay on for a long time, but the moment I opened the back door to my room I knew I was in trouble. The smell hit me like a freight train and I instantly had a headache and got dizzy.

Unfortunately since I also had to park myself I couldn’t walk right back out and holding my breath that long wasn’t going to work either. So I left the back door opened so the cold air could come through and hopefully take out most of the smell so I could at least easily breathe in the room. Of course freeze too in the process.

I’ve had this condition for quite some time now and I’ve learned to just push through when things start to get bad, because face it, the world is not a scent free place and I can’t let it control me. So I try as long as I can to control it.

Unfortunately during lunch I knew I was going to lose. I had taken in way too much stuff that my head reacts to for smells and got super disorientated and had to miss out on the afternoon training. I haven’t had it that bad in a few weeks because as I said I fight it off as long as I can, but sometimes my body says enough is enough and forces me to take a break and sleep it off.

Definitely a bad ending to Friday the 13th.

Now onto Saturday and our trip to Detroit! See you tomorrow!

38 weeks pregnant, Nearly over, but not soon enough

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OMG, it’s nearly over, but still not close enough!

First let me appologize to everyone for not getting as many blog entries for this pregnancy as I did with Baby J. This pregnancy sadly has not been a walk in the park. For those of you that follow me on facebook or twitter know what I’m speaking of. For the rest, let me update you.

We are sitting at week 38 and the doctors here in Ohio absolutely will not take Snowman out any earlier than week 39. Now, we do have a datee of when he will be born if him and I can’t figure out how to get him out sooner, but I’ll announce that in a bit.

This pregnancy has been full of stress regarding friends that turned out not to be friends and working on trying to become friends again, landlords that decided all of a sudden that we were taking advantage of them and making little comments like, “I’d hate to evict a pregnant person, but . . .”, nearly dying because oof not being able to eat, drink or swallow thanks to my seriously scarred and narrow esophagus that can’t be fixed until I’m no longer pregnant and doctors that think they know best and completely fuck up a situation when I go to them for help due to pregnancy depression. Lets just say I will be very very glad when Snowman is born. So if anyone has any ideas that is not castor oil related that will get my little trouble maker out please please let me know! I’ve already lost 9 pounds in a month thanks to this annoying esphogagus issue and even though the ultrasound doc says Snowman is looking ok, he has not gained any weight since the end of October.

Our latest visit to the hospital was also ignored after 8 hours of pain and contractions that were a minute or less due to the we were not dialated yet. WTF, who cares I’m not dialated! He is suppose to be a c-section, who cares of dialation starts? Are you guys looking for me to die or something and cause more stress for the family? They were more concerned about the fact my iron is low and may not make it through a c-section than the fact the reasion I’m weak and running low on everything is the fact I ca’t freaken eat or drink! The medical issue I have lovely doctors is life threatning…it, is, not, discomfort, like you keep trying to pass off!

It also doesn’t make me feel great hearing from people that I should stop stressing out and let the doctors do their job because they know best. Especially when it comes from those that aren’t paying attention what what is being said or read or hell has no kids at all and can’t even image the pain and stress that I’m going through. Encouraging words are great, but things like that, are, not!

So, despite the fact that Snowman and I are really trying to get dotors here in Ohio to see that he needs to be born like now….the race is on. Suggestions to get baby to enter the world before December 26, 2018 at 12PM?

Hospital visit brings shocking results

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Everyone that knows me well enough knows that I absolutely hate going to doctors and especially hospitals. I mean, if I’m going to be miserable and what not, then I can be that curled up in bed, right? All they will tell you is, get rest, drink fluids, take whatever medicine that you can end up getting over the counter or even worse, we can’t find anything wrong! So, why waist all that time when you can skip that step and start doing that from the comfort of your bed?

Well, those were my thoughts until early Monday morning of July 10, 2018.

It all started on Sunday, July 9, 2018 at the bright hour of 6AM when my adorable little peanut, baby J decided it was time to wake up. We had our usual morning cuddles while I grumbled at him about waking up so early on the weekend and him just smiling away while poking me in the nose, ha!

At that point when peanut decided it was time to then start beating up mommy for his morning routine I noticed that I just was not feeling well. Definitely an unset tummy. No biggy, it wil go away in time. I’ll just drink more fluids and eat light. That usually works.

Hi toilet, how are you?

Starting around 1PM things changed. I started getting sick every hour no matter what. I eat, it went to my friend Mr. Toilet. I drank, same results. Ugh, no fun especially while trying to watch a 22 month old.

At 1AM on Monday is when I started getting concerned. I was visiting my friend the toilet every 20 minutes. It got so bad that I woke up the little peanut who came and stood in the bathroom with me a couple of times. Poor baby!

So, it was time that I broke down and take my ass to the hospital. I decided if I could hold off I’d go right after we got peanut off to Kindercare for the day.

Hospital visitng brings shocking news!

So I finally get to the ER around 11AM on Monday, July 10, 2018. I won’t explain here why it took that long to get to the ER because it would make the entry too long and that’s a whole other rant, smiles.

So, once I’m finally at the ER I find out that I am indeed seriously dehydrated and immediately given fluids and medicine to help settle my stomach. Blood work is done to find out why all of a suddent I got sick and what’s going on to make my poor tummy so agitated.

Around mid afternoon here’s what happened!

Docotr, hey there May, we found out what’s making you so ill all of a sudden
Me, *thoughts* oh dear, something not good.
Me, Ok, what’s wrong?
Doctor, You’re pregnant!
Me, drops phone on the bed and stares at the doctor
Me, I’m what? No way, are you sure? Huh? I’m what?
Doctor, Yes, you’re pregnant! We did the bloodwork to check for everything and the pregnancy test came back that you’re indeed pregnant.
Me, no way…I’m, huh! Wow!

Good thing I was laying down when I got that news!

Go to the hospital due to dehydration and come out pregnant! Welcome to pregnancy life mommy part 2!

Psst, hey baby in there, we’re glad you’re there, but could you have let us know without trying to kill me?

Baby J tries again! Lets me out, part2

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To my poor sicks mommy. Why won’t that doctor lets me out and makes you be all sick? Don’t she cares that you hurts and that I’s not comfortables in here? Just shes wait until I sees her. When she pulls me out I will spit up on hers ok? That okays mommy?

This will be a long post!

Yes ladies and gentlemen, baby J tried once more to enter the world early and this time he was not playing around like last month. Without warning contractions hit me like a huge freight train! They were so bad that I was crying and could barely walk when the ambulance showed up.

At 3:10PM eastern standard time the contractions started without warning and by 4:00PM I was on the way to the hospital. The contractions were coming in fast and furious with hardly anytime between them. Baby J was not kidding around this time. He wanted out and he wanted out right then! The poor ambulance guys didn’t know where we were going once we reach LMH, (Lima Memorial Hospital), but since we were just there on Monday plus the week before I could tell them where to go.

This time I was in room 7 with the uncomfortable bed. Man I swear that hospital needs better beds, just ow ow ow!! Anyways, one of the nurses that was there was one that just saw me on Monday and was like….weren’t you just here yesterday?

Those nurses plus the ambulance guys could definitely see i was having contractions and in some major major pain and could barely stand up. They were trying really hard to keep my spirits up and make me laugh instead of cry and I appreciate and thank them for that. I do have to say I seriously hate the machines they have to use to watch for contractions. For whatever reason with me, don’t know if this has happened to others, but the stupid things never pick up all the contractions. It baffled the nurses since they could see plus feel my stomach and tell that they were there. Damn technology!

So, they quickly get me switched into their lovely gowns, hooked to an IV for fluids, the awesome monitor to hear J and give me the first shot to try and stop the contractions. All the while baby J is like . . .

I knows likes it! Lets me out out out! *stretch stretch, kick kick, jab jab jab, push push push*

And his heartbeats sound like horses going full speed at the races! While my blood pressure was all over the place from as high as 162\116 to 124\83 and my pulse readings weren’t good either, but I don’t remember those numbers.

They discover that everything is still closed up as it should be and give me some pain med called Staydoll…sorry if that’s not spelled right. It totally kicks my ass! I get super shaky, dizzy, the world is spinning and I feel like I’m going to be sick all over the place! Definitely a medicine that my body says to *stay out!*

Here’s where things start to get really fun!

I’m feeling like total crap here and around 7:00PM eastern time they decide to bring me food and water and tell me that it’s all I get in case they decide for a c-section in the morning. Just great! Give me something after a pain med that’s kicking my ass and tell me it’s all I get, thanks! But wait, it gets better!

7:15PM eastern standard time they take away the water…oops, sorry can’t have that after all. Nothing by mouth now. Thank goodness I was able to finish the sandwich right before that and made it stay down.

Meanwhile, the first stop contractions shot isn’t working and baby J is demanding . . .

Lets me outs of here! I wants out now now now! Aren’t yous listening to mes? *push push push*

Round 2 of the stop contractions shot along with more pain meds, but a different kind now that also makes you feel sick and dizzy. Sorry if I spell it wrong as well, but it was something like Newid? I didn’t react badly to it, but it definitely didn’t make me feel great!

The contractions are still coming hard and fast while the stupid machine still isn’t picking them all up and I have this one dumb nurse named Ashley that had the nerve to say I was mistaking the contractions with the baby moving….excuse me! I’m blind, not stupid and this isn’t my first ride on this pregnant train you know!

Yeah, she was like feeling my stomach…which means she was feeling the contractions and saying it was the baby. She also told me, “I see why you like staying on your left side…because that’s where he is.” Um no, I stay on the left side because it’s actually the better side to lay on when pregnant…*duh* more oxygen to the baby and all that. Where the hell did she go to school?

We’ll skip ahead a bit here to around 8:30AM eastern standard time. I still have not had anything to drink, eat, ice chips nothing and I get yet another pain med shot because the pain is still way up there in the atmosphere! The nurses still haven’t heard yet on if they will take J out or not, so I wait wait wait and wait some more! Baby J is pissed because he hasn’t had food or anything to drink in hours and this makes things worse…for me of course! J is doing just fine according to all the monitors, except for the fact that he wants out and no one is listening yet again!

My lovely doctor shows up at 10:30AM and sees that I’m in pain, sees that I’m crying, but decides because all is well with J that she is not going to take him. Doesn’t matter how I feel that my blood pressure is still super high and that I’m stressed to no end…nope, lets hold off until the 29th and just come back if things start up again! It makes no difference that this is the second time that J has made it known that he’s done cooking and he’s ready to enter the world!

Don’t get me wrong, I completely understand her trying to hold doff until the date we picked, but if the baby is saying . . .

Lets me out out out!! Don’t you hears me?

And on the mom side of things, things aren’t looking great, don’t you think you should reconsider?

So anyways, she says no and the nurses do their damnedest to pretty much throw me out the door..where’s that cab, lets get you home now. Get out, see you! They don’t even help me get my clothes back on despite the fact I’m puking all over the place, dizzy and just yeah! Great service right! See you on Monday for your next stress test unless you have more pain and blah blah!

I get back home just in time to get sick from the car ride and wasn’t able to keep any food or drink down until around 10PM eastern last night. The medicine is still in my system, but thank god it’s not as bad now. I sound more like myself and can walk without feeling like the world is going to throw me off of it. However, I’m still in a great deal of pain, but I guess I just have to grin and bare it until my doctor takes J out.

That was our adventure, wasn’t it great? Until next time!

What happens if you’re sick?

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Did you ever stop to think about how you would take care of your guide dog if you were too sick to do so?

It wasn’t until I received my current guide Luna that I had to seriously give this some thought. From the moment I got Luna and our working bond started to build I noticed the connection that we have is much stronger than I had with previous dogs. I felt that we were more in tune with each other. I started joking around saying that Luna is without a doubt 100% my dog!

Well, his past march when that horrible sick feel like you’re dying bug was going around and it hit me like a freight train I discovered how true that statement was.

I felt horrible that I couldn’t get her out for walks, but standing for more than a minute nearly did me in. Luna absolutely refused to drink water or go anywhere at all if James tried. So I would drag myself out of bed to get her to drink water and take her outside or wait until the princess was desperate enough to go on the balcony. Luckily I didn’t have to worry she would starve because she’d eat no problem for James. I mean it’s food and a lab say no to food, never!

It was a long long couple of weeks and a month before I was completely better, but from that moment it stuck with me on what would happen if I got so sick that I couldn’t even drag myself from bed or have to stay in the hospital with a dog that’s super attached to me.