scary afternoon
In april, my grandma had to put her 17 year old dog down. she thought maybe she could go without a dog, but she decided to get one afterall. so, today, she and i went down to the humane society to find a dog.
we walked three dogs and decided on the first one. we filled out the 3 page application and as we were waiting for someone to check over the form so we could take the dog home, grandma said she was feeling a little dizzy and needed to sit down. so i got a stool. she said she was thirsty and got up to go to the drinking fountain. then she started to sway some and came as close to fainting as possible. so basically consciously fainting...if thats what you want to call it. i was holding her and yelled for some help and a few people came over and laid her down and told me to call 911. so i did. remember those times in elementary school when they have you roleplay having to call 911? turns out thats a good thing because i didn't really listen to everything the woman said at first, i just knew what i was supposed to say. a few questions later and the paramedics were on the way. they asked her some questions and did an ekg. at this point my dad arrived (i had called him and my mom after 911) and they decided she should go to the hospital for some tests just to be sure.
a couple hours later and it was determined that it was what we though in the first place: she just over did it. she is 81 and i worked her too hard for this dog. not me, its not my fault, i know that, but yeah, it was just too much. she got better after she had rested some on the ground and was actually fine when the paramedics got there, and is now good. but man was that scary. i did feel adult though and my mom and dad both said they were proud of me for doing the right thing.
and tomorrow we get to pick up sponge.
we walked three dogs and decided on the first one. we filled out the 3 page application and as we were waiting for someone to check over the form so we could take the dog home, grandma said she was feeling a little dizzy and needed to sit down. so i got a stool. she said she was thirsty and got up to go to the drinking fountain. then she started to sway some and came as close to fainting as possible. so basically consciously fainting...if thats what you want to call it. i was holding her and yelled for some help and a few people came over and laid her down and told me to call 911. so i did. remember those times in elementary school when they have you roleplay having to call 911? turns out thats a good thing because i didn't really listen to everything the woman said at first, i just knew what i was supposed to say. a few questions later and the paramedics were on the way. they asked her some questions and did an ekg. at this point my dad arrived (i had called him and my mom after 911) and they decided she should go to the hospital for some tests just to be sure.
a couple hours later and it was determined that it was what we though in the first place: she just over did it. she is 81 and i worked her too hard for this dog. not me, its not my fault, i know that, but yeah, it was just too much. she got better after she had rested some on the ground and was actually fine when the paramedics got there, and is now good. but man was that scary. i did feel adult though and my mom and dad both said they were proud of me for doing the right thing.
and tomorrow we get to pick up sponge.