Had a follow-up appointment Monday regarding the acid reflux. It’s been better since I started taking the medicine but the prescription ended 2 weeks ago. Which confused the NP I saw because I was supposed to have a 30 day supply and I only had 2 weeks worth. So I’m not sure what that was. But anyway it’s been better, so we’re in the wait and see phase, where we just see if I still need to take it or if a single round of it basically cleared something up. If the reflux comes back, I give them a call.

On Wednesday, Natalie and Churro and I had something of an adventure. Not a good one, though. After I got home from work, it seems that a couple hours prior, Churro found and completely ate an entire quarter-pound bar of dark chocolate. He was pretty wired when I got home, wanting to play and doing so aggressively, running and snapping at you if you picked up his toy and barking at you if you didn’t throw it fast enough. Nat was worried because she hadn’t realized what he’d done for so long, so she called a vet line and the vet she spoke too sounded worried about Churro too, and said we should get him in to the emergency vet clinic in Fort Wayne right away. So she called the clinic and they also said he should come right in. Well, it had been snowing all day so the roads were crappy and I didn’t really want to drive to FW, but I did anyway. Hoping all the while that he didn’t throw up in the truck. I took the truck ostensibly because it has 4 wheel drive in case the roads were slippery (which they were) but mostly because I was afraid he would throw up and I didn’t want that to be in the Santa Fe. Anyway, Nat and Churro and I were at the vet clinic (the same one that Nibbles the bunny died at) for a couple hours. His heart was racing when we got there and his bp was really high. They gave him something to make him throw up, which he did. Poor doggie puked his guts out. It smelled like chocolate. He didn’t feel great after that but they gave him something else to help with the nausea and his heart rate, and sent us home with some instructions, medicine, and two big bottles of activated charcoal to force feed him for a few days. He seemed fine after that. Nat tried the force feeding for a few days after that but he wasn’t having it and wouldn’t eat his food if it had any on it. But he still seems to be doing fine.

Saturday was our annual beef pickup day. In the morning Beth and I loaded up all the empty laundry baskets and went up to Wakarusa, and came back with some of the coldest stuff known to man. It amazes me exactly how cold to handle frozen beef is; the butcher must have their freezer set to absolute zero. The hardest part is digging through the freezer to find and discard all the stuff that’s so freezer burned it’s not worth saving, of which there is an embarrassing amount, and then find space for everything new. But we got it all in, after chucking who knows how much money’s worth of unused food. 

Today was the FCC soup & chili cook off and annual report night. I made the same lasagna soup that won me second prize last year, but this year only first place prizes were awarded and I didn’t make the cut. However, it was all gone by the time I went through the line a second time so people liked it. Beth was going to make something, since she is the soup lady, but in the end she didn’t because she wasn’t feeling very well and her back hurt too much to stand and make it. So we just entered mine and that was that.