A (Cat) Mother’s Instinct: Frankie’s Bad Day

Please Note: I wrote this with it all fresh in my mind. Everything stated below is based on my opinion of how I felt, my point of view, and my side of the story. I hope through research that I will be able to be connected to the appropriate people to determine if everything that happened to Frankie was right or if we were taken advantage of financially/emotionally. I also submitted this to Jazzy & Mumbo’s Thrift Store. They are a 100% volunteer run non-profit thrift store aimed at helping pet owners when they need help with unexpected vetrinarian bills. My submission to recieve financial help with this bill has not been accepted yet. I would like to encourage anyone and everyone that can to please bring items you no longer need or want to this thrift store, make money donations to the cause, and spread the word. The more people that come into the thrift store to buy things, the more people they can help.


11011104_10153417489118363_3003056300087072152_nOn Wednesday, August 26th  my kitten, Frankie, went in to be neutered. He is just about 6 months old and the doctor okay’d his health for this procedure. His records are up to date. I brought him there at 7:30 AM. Later that morning (8:43 AM), I received a phone call from Dr. Crystal Meganau. She stated that Frankie had a severe reaction to the sedation medication they gave him.

Within 3 minutes of giving him the medication, he began vomiting, convulsing, and his breathing was strained. At that point, she wasn’t able to give me any kind of outcome nor did she let me know what the treatment plan would be. She just called to inform me. (Which I appreciated given the circumstances.)

A couple of hours later (10:33 AM), she called with an update. At this point, she still was unable to confidently say that he was going to be “okay.” She let me know that they did a series of chest x-rays and found fluid in his lungs. They hooked him up to oxygen and a catheter and noted that they are giving him fluids through IV’s. She also noted that they gave him reverse medication (something to do with reversing the medication that gave him the reaction) and a steroid shot. During this call, she noted that he hadn’t vomited in a while.

I then called Dr. Meganau over my lunch hour (12:19 PM) to check in on Frankie. This call was much more optimistic but we weren’t totally in the clear yet. She let me know he was still on oxygen, fluids, and the catheter. He was doing better and sleeping. During this phone call, I asked about the cost of today’s events given that I figured I’d need to address it at some point. She said she didn’t have that information available.

The doctor called me later that afternoon (2:26 PM) to let me know that he is now doing well. They had taken him off of everything that they put him on and gave him a 2nd chest x-ray to make sure there was no longer fluid in his lungs. She noted that he was playing with a cat toy they provided him. She also noted that the total for everything that happened today was going to be somewhere in the 600’s. (She gave me an actual total at that point, but I can’t recall what it was.)

When I went to pick Frankie up, the doctor again went over everything that had happened that day. But, they wouldn’t let me see Frankie until I paid a portion of the bill which totaled at $637.08. (This is the final total. It was higher but I believe they removed a customer copy of the x-rays to bring it down to that.) I asked about discounts and asked if I was going to be charged for the medication that initially caused the reaction, ect. Discounts are not available and I am being charged for the medication that set off this whole reaction. They also noted that everything listed on the bill was necessary. At this point, I didn’t have the energy to argue because I felt as if I was pushed to my limit and had to “trust” that everything done was absolutely necessary throughout the day.

The receptionist that day was Tonya Fliflet. She was very rude during the check-out process. I had gotten bad news after bad news all day so I was an emotional wreck. Up to this point, I still had not seen my kitten and just wanted to go home with him in hand. I let Ms. Fliflet know that I only had $200 cash because I had intended on paying for the neutered appointment today so I gave her that. I don’t have a back up stash of money to pay the remainder at that moment. (Who would?)

She noted that I could either set up an account with them or apply for a credit card on her computer. I wasn’t comfortable doing either and knew that I needed to discuss this information and the charges with my boyfriend. I did not want my personal information stored on her computer, nor did I want to take out credit for something like this.

11902442_10153516622378363_8242090617302064252_nShe reiterated that she would not release my kitten to me without one or the other and asked for my bank account information and my social security number. I again noted that I wasn’t comfortable providing my information on a piece of paper. (It wasn’t an official document of any kind).

I ended up putting my information down because I was on the verge of tears and wanted to see my kitten. I felt incredibly violated. It was clear that Mr. Fliflet was used to playing with the emotions of a pet owner. She was incredibly unprofessional.

Additional Notes:

Frankie never did get neutered that day.

I was pleased with Dr. Meganau keeping me informed and explaining things in a language that I could understand. I am thankful and appreciative that he was taken care of and he is okay.

However, I do not know, because I do not have the knowledge in the field, if all the steps and charges taken were necessary to Frankie being okay nor if all the steps taken were protocol. (Should I have been asked if they can do x-rays and oxygen? Should I have been notified of prices prior to action being taken?)

I asked repeatedly the morning of, what could happen if things don’t go right? Would he be in pain? What kind of complications could arise? Would there be issues with the medication? I was reassured that “this is a routine procedure” and was not told of possible complications even when I asked.

I think that upon the very first visit at a new vet, payment options should be discussed in the event that something catastrophic happens. It is incredibly unfair and morally unjust to “hold” a pet from the owner after the pet and the owner suffered what Frankie went through.

My mom and boyfriend can both attest that I didn’t have a good feeling about this procedure going into it. I was worried that something would go wrong and was frustrated when everyone told me it’ll be okay. I usually am pretty good with listening to what my gut instinct tells me. I would encourage anyone that doesn’t feel right about a situation, to take your own word on it because you’re probably right.

Thank you for reading, thank you for the Frankie prayers, and thank you everyone that put up with me that day and the days following. Frankie is doing okay. He is still very tired and not himself yet. He’s on medication through next week. I’m confident that he’ll be back to himself in no time.

Minorities.

We’ve been taught from a young age to not be judgmental or prejudice towards minorities like the disabled, people of color, sexual orientation, or religious beliefs. Yet, terrible things happen by people of all abilities, colors, sexual orientation, and views each and every day.

We’re asked to “look the other way” or “give them a chance” when we have bad vibes about a person of color or someone with a disability because if we judge them, we’re immediately perceived as a prejudice asshole.

Things like rape, child abuse, drug charges – they happen everyday when society “looks the other way.” And just to clear up foggy air; I’m not defending the fully-capable white person here and saying that we do no bad. Believe me, white people are just as guilty as anyone else in the “committing crimes” edition of society.

I’m simply saying that when we’ve been taught for so long to not judge someone that we feel uneasy about. We are taught to try to push that deep down in our gut to forget about it because we don’t want someone else to think that we are racially profiling or pointing fingers because we feel uncomfortable.

That’s the sad thing. Horrible things happen to innocent people every day when society looks the other way for the sake of hurt feelings. I’ve witnessed this first hand. A group of extremely innocent people could have been protected years ago if we as a community weren’t taught so sternly to “give the guy a chance.”

I’ve learned that it’s best to go with your gut and if you’re an asshole for doing so because you think a disabled person or any other minority is a fucking creep..than so be it. You could save a life.

Yesterday You Said Tomorrow.

9979869b8fc798974d85940c3b6f0cbeI’ve been lacking big time on my get healthy mantra. Like really really, lacking. So I decided to turn to Pinterest for some inspiration and motivation. I found a brilliant idea for a meal board and am going to pick up some supplies tonight. I can’t promise I’ll get it together this week but I have no plans for the weekend so I plan to put it together at that time.

On the other side of getting healthy, is fitness. It’s currently obsolete in my world and I have no reason or excuse that is worth coming up with. My gym clothes and shoes are nicely folded right out on the dining room table. I lay down for bed around 10:00 PM (to allow sleep and no I can’t make it any earlier) and I set my alarm for 5:00 AM. Every morning at 5:00 I hit snooze and then snooze again. Again and again and again like a redundant forget me not.

93cc588bc8f6a5c9d43e4a088a74cce5Why 5:00 AM? Well because I have to get my boyfriend to work by 6:30 and we car pool thus preventing me from pushing it off until later in the morning but still before work. And no, I will not go after work. Why would I? When the rush is unbearable and even though you’re in a no judgement zone, people still stare. I see it. Belive me, I see it.

7483a19d1fb8ccb368565aa8ca664e2dNow even though all that bologna sounds like excuses, it’s not. It’s just a summary of the day to day struggle that I find myself in. So tonight, I’ll do the same. I’ll lay down at 10:00. Set my alarm for 5:00. And hope, just hope, that my motivation, inspiration, where I want to be, who I want to be, dreamland of a fantasy will be enough for me to roll out of bed, put on my gym shoes, and get my fat ass to the damn gym.

The Truth Comes Out.

Obviously not every, but most of the photos in this blog are ones that I’ve taken. However, most of them haven’t yet been edited as I have postponed doing so for years. When choosing pictures to attach in each post; I quickly realized that I haven’t taken many pictures over the last 18 or so months. I think it’s a mix between being down right lazy and having no confidence to be a motivated person.

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I know what you’re thinking..what does motivation and taking a couple of pictures have to do with anything? I could go in circles about this for days but the gist of it is as follows: I’ve always been out of control when it comes to my physical appearance. I take that back; I’ve always cared about what I look like and have tried my best to look my best when going out but to be quite honest, over the last..two years probably; I haven’t put much work into myself and that is so far from wrong it’s ridiculous.

I don’t love myself. I’ve lost all self respect for myself. I don’t “dress up” anymore and when I do, I know that I don’t do it to the standard that I have set myself to in the past. I’ve never been high maintenance or gone to extremes when it comes to my appearance but I did used to give a shit. I used to get dolled up whenever I saw Channing and even before him; I’d always look my best. I’d buy myself new clothes almost every paycheck. I’d splurge on a pair of new shoes or buy gobs of lotion at Bath and Body. But I don’t do stuff like that anymore. I don’t straighten my hair, I never put eye makeup on anymore. I don’t even remember the last time that I actually went shopping for new clothes or shoes or hair products other than when I absolutely had to. It’s because I’ve “let myself go.” It almost makes me cringe to have to admit that at age 24 but it probably needed to be said. I’m not intentionally avoiding the obvious but if you have seen me recently you can see that I’ve gained a substantial amount of weight in a short time. I’m sure it has to do with the stress that I’ve put myself in front of over the last few years and becoming comfortable in my relationship but regardless it is irresponsible and definitely ludicrous.

I’ve always been overweight it’s not something new. Everyone that has eyes can see it. But where I am now is absolutely absurd and I take full blame for it. When I was younger; I’d be able to at least maintain where I was at for long periods of time. I was the same pants size in high school from 10th grade through college but after that it was just a downward (slow) spiral. However, since mid-2012 it’s gotten out of control and quite frankly, I need help.

This has clearly veered off of the subject that I started with but in short my weight and the stress that initiated the gain is why I have sheltered myself. I have ditched my brother in going to concerts because I didn’t want to be that fat sweaty freak in the mosh pit. I’ve bailed on catching up with old friends because I’m not only embarrassed of myself but I’m embarrassed for them to have to be seen in public with me. I don’t go to certain restaurants because they only have booths. I’ve skipped family reunions and weddings because I didn’t want to be the hippopotamus cousin. I even stay quiet and don’t interact with my boyfriends family, niece, and nephew as much as I’d like to because I’m afraid that I’ll look like a fool or get hot and sweaty in front of them.

I don’t go swimming. I don’t go to amusement parks. I don’t hang out with friends. I don’t make new friends. I don’t go on adventures or to concerts. I don’t do spur of the moment. I don’t dance like no one is watching. I don’t do anything and it’s not because I don’t want to; it’s because I’m afraid of what people will think which really is a bunch of bullshit. It shouldn’t matter what people think but it does.

I’ve limited the enjoyment in my life because I’m addicted to food and can’t hold a spirt of motivation or determination for more than 7 minutes. I’ve never actually admitted this to anyone in anyway except to my mom because sadly, we share the same issue. I’m hoping that in being honest with myself and to the public that this will help me to overcome hurdles that I practically refuse to jump over. One day I’ll get the balls to post a before picture, but today is not the day.

I have every tool that I need to become a happy and healthy individual but all I need is a push, a real get the fuck going push. Will you push me?

Pay It Forward.

I made flyers to hang up around our office today for one of my co-workers. She’s only been here a short time but being a pod-mate with her makes getting to know each other very easy and worth while.

I won’t be posting the finished flyer as it is strictly work related but it was very full-filling to be able to actually help and be a part of something bigger than myself.

Her husband has been going through medical issues recently and to help offset some of the travel expenses we are putting on a benefit for her and her family. Even though I didn’t play a large role in the planning of the event itself, being able to contribute in any way really helped me to ground myself and put certain parts of my life that I may take for granted into a different perspective.

May we all be blessed with good health and happiness; here’s to you!

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If You Were An M&M, What Color Would You Be And Why?

If I could choose a word to describe my day, it’d be ‘discouraged.’ I’ve had such an off blah day that my New Years optimism has completely dwindled down to nothing.

The highlights of my day included waking up feeling like crap and being unmotivated to do anything. My throat was sore from coughing all night and I could barely breathe out of my nose. Even though I went to bed last night around 8 o’clock, it only felt like a 20 minute cat nap. Work was just work, nothing crazy different occurred other than coming in a little late to try and feel better. I’ve lacked motivation all day in regards to getting ample liquids and eating a balanced diet. I think I’m stuffed full of candy and McDonalds on this fine Tuesday. And I’m too unorganized to do anything tonight. Mreh.

Enough complaining.

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I think I’m going to just lounge and hang out on the couch until it’s time to turn in for the evening. Some people would take this opportunity to turn the day around but we weren’t all born with that go-getting attitude.

I will be giving my youngest brother a call though. That’ll brighten my day a bit since he’s such a goof. He has a big interview coming up so we’re going to be practicing some interview questions and etiquette. I guess there is a light at the end of the tunnel after all. It makes me feel needed and bright that he knows I’m confident in and good at something since we don’t always see eye to eye.

Tomorrow is hump day, see ya then.