From the archives …
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When Dave was first diagnosed with liver failure of course I was devastated and scared. I had no idea what was to come next. Although I had 20 years experience in critical care it did not prepare me for what we were going to experience in the months ahead. For some reason I did not google about the disease – I guess I didn’t want to read the bad stuff. I would just take each day as it came.
As the months passed Dave’s health slowly declined. He started having episodes of encephalopathy – periods of confusion. It started to get worse and more frequent. Poor guy, I would push him hard to drink the slimy, green medicine that was suppose to help prevent these episodes. I could tell when he was starting to get confused when he could not figure out his cell phone.
One night we headed to bed and I was worried because he was somewhat confused. I woke up at 3 am and he was not in bed, just our two little poodles Snickers and BJ. Snickers is our senior dog, he’s 14 years old, BJ our rescue dog who is 3 years old. Anyway, I went to find Dave. I was shocked to find him on the floor in the front bathroom. I could not wake him up. This is where my ICU experience came in handy – I did not panic. I dialed 911 and within minutes the paramedics were at the door – as were the dogs, barking. I picked up little BJ as they entered, they told not me not to worry about Snickers – they were very comforting. One paramedic began attending to Dave and I was explaining the situation to the other. After a few minutes the paramedic attending to Dave said “ah, ma’m”. I looked down and there was Snickers helping the paramedic by licking Dave’s face. It was diffult to pull him away but I guess I can’t blame the little guy, he’s been with his Daddy for all his life and just wanted to help. It took me a few days but I had to laugh: “Snickers the Paramedic”!