This past weekend was one I could not have dreamed up had I earnestly put the effort into doing so. Far from the three days of Indian Summer bliss I had intended, it was one that my wisdom-dishing father would have quipped “built character” instead.
For the record, I learned never to utter the words, “What’s the worst that can happen” again!! Should I ever start to spew those fateful words again – please wash my mouth out with bitter lye soap!
Let’s start at the beginning.
On Friday afternoon, I received my much-anticipated bright shiny new camera that also calls people (!!) (whose delivery in itself, was a hostage situation worthy of a write up – but I digress…) I was thrilled it arrived in time for my hike on Saturday – quite possibly that last of the non-snow season. There is nothing like a fancy new camera for those fantastic fall photos – eh? I was up quite late Friday night rushing through the phone transfer and activation process. I admit to getting a bit flustered at times as I am not tech-savvy but it appeared to be a success and I went to bed confident I was ready to go for my 4 a.m. wake-up call. Aside from user error multiple times, the phone/camera worked great on the trail – or so I thought.
Upon returning home Saturday night from my frolic in the mountains, I had received an email from the carrier saying I needed to complete my phone activation – which seemed odd since I had already called and texted with it – but I went ahead and followed the steps…. BIG MISTAKE!! My cell connectivity shut down immediately – and of course I had already factory reset and shut down my old phone. Relying on the carrier’s online chat until 10:45 pm, I attempted to resolve the matter. Unfortunately, the rep – who desperately wanted to secure a sale of a whole-home tech warranty – after my fourth politely typed and appropriately emoji-ed refusal – finally said he couldn’t help me and I would have to speak with a higher tier support team.
I protested! ” I have no phone – which is why I have been chatting with you for the last 90 minutes!!” ” Oh well, then you will have to go to a dealer to assist you…”
Defeated and exhausted after an 18-hour day, I went to bed saying, okay what’s the worst that can happen? I’ll go to the dealer tomorrow and get it fixed. (Remember – I am soloing it in this great big world – it’s just me and Ember with no one to come to our aid if something happens)
Now the rest of the story… AKA -The Worst That Can Happen!
Ember and I headed out bright and early for our walk Sunday morning and all was right in our unconnected world. We took our usual route through the neighborhood and down by the river – hoping to catch the sun as it peaked over the mountain.
Our neighborhood is “blessed” to have a drug/dump house. This one takes the prize in my book -years ago a giant tree fell and partially collapsed the roof, the front yard serves as the trash bin- food refuse covers the entire lawn, and 4 dilapidated vehicles spew garbage as well. Walking by, one can almost get high just from inhaling the pot-laced air. When I first moved to the area, I naively felt compassion for the poor souls that inhabited the place – 5 years on – not so much.
It was at this exact spot that Ember snatched something off the ground and swallowed before I could pry his mouth open. He is amazingly quick when he smells something interesting. Even faster when it is something to eat! Naively, I gave him a good scolding and we continued on our way. It was a beautiful morning after all!
When we got home, I gave him his good boy treat and he happily went out to chase leaves as they fell, flush a few birds, and generally frolic in the back yard. This was about an hour since the street-snatching. 10 minutes later he was at the door but instead of being right at the door as usual, he was standing off the steps on the patio- swaying. He tried to walk up the steps and his back legs went out from under him. He was able to recenter and tried to walk again but tripped over his front legs. I got him to his bed and he laid down right away putting his head in my lap. I petted him for a while and then got up – he tried to follow me but stumbled and swayed again. I reached out for him and he flinched away – his eyes were glassy and he looked perplexed and worse – frightened.
That was it, I went to call the emergency vet… no phone…
I quickly put on my shoes and as I was doing so Ember started to get frantically wild – jumping off and on the footstool before collapsing on the floor.
I carried Ember out to my Santa Fe and drove the 20 minutes to the Emergency Vet I had taken him to before only to find it was closed. I kept driving thinking I had seen another emergency vet closer to Kalispell the next town over – I found it, pulled in and lifted a listless Ember out of my car. As I carried him to the door, I was met by a vet tech who told me they only took patients whose owner had called ahead!!!!
Exasperated – I told her I couldn’t call ahead – I had no phone!!! She looked puzzled for a moment then went inside and came back out – took Ember from my arms and said they would see him.
After filling out paperwork authorizing tests and answering the questions about CPR /DNR and did I want treatment for Ember at any cost – of course!! – she left me to sob in the patient room.
I reflected that when I recently established by Living Will, I declined heroic lifesaving efforts! It’s a very different thought pattern when the lifesaving event is happening… and it’s my dog instead of me.
An hour later a very kind veterinarian came in – he asked me if Ember might have gotten into something – I told him Ember was always into things! He replied, “I ask because he tested positive for THC poisoning. WEED!!!!”
Ember – of all dogs!!!
Ember would need to be treated with IV fluids and activated charcoal and monitored overnight.
I could not go back and see him so I reluctantly left and headed to the cellphone dealer to get help with my phone. They close at 4 pm. It was 2:45 pm and the store’s floor manager greeted me by asking if I had an appointment as there were already 5 people ahead of me. Responding with a no, she said I could wait but I would likely have to return the next day.
Exasperated again I told her, while indicating my wretched no-coffee-or-breakfast-or-shower-appearance, that my dog was at the Emergency Vet and I had to have a way for them to contact me and my brand-new phone was not working!! She looked at me far longer than I felt necessary then replied “I think we can cut you in.”
Thankfully, it was a fairly easy fix- at least for them. The friendly down-to-business rep discovered my SIM card was corrupted and he was able to fix it before the next appointment showed up.
I went home and waited for my phone to ring with news on Ember.
After having breakfast for dinner, exhausted and feeling blessedly broke (Emergency Vet – $950.00) and blessed in my brokenness by those who sensed my distress, had compassion, bent the rules and let me in not once but twice in one day – I called it a night.
Monday morning, the same kind vet called and reported that Ember had a remarkable improvement overnight and I could bring him home.
The drive to the clinic seemed every bit as long as it was when I was in emergency mode. It sounded so downright wonderful to hear Ember’s frantic and happy paws scampering down the hall of the Flathead Pet Emergency Clinic compared to the limp and listless boy I carried in on Sunday.
Now as I write, Ember has fully recovered and is loving life again.
Happy endings are the best, and this one – while building character – also magnifies the love I have for my sweet boy, Ember and the gratitude I have for the angels I met along the way.
5 thoughts on “The Worst That Can Happen…”
Glad Ember has recovered and you pushed through. Peace to you, Erika.
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Thank you so much, Tim! This is when God shines!!
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I’m so happy that Ember is ok and that you are too! Your pictures are beautiful and I must admit, my heart was breaking for you while reading this! You both deserve to have some “uneventful” days of beauty and a working camera/phone ahead of you! I live alone with my tiny pup, but am fortunate to have friends and family nearby to help out. You’re winning and doing it all with grace and strength! You go! 💛💛🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
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Ah, thank you for your kind words and prayers!! I too have friends ( but no family nearby) I can count on but Sunday morning time was of the essence and trying to find someone seemed a futile effort at the time. Here’s to much calmer days ahead.
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You’re so welcome! Yes to quieter days! 🐾🙌🏻 and I know Sunday mornings are that same for me too. There are times NO one is available! 😬
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