I never like waking up, but Thursday morning, was the worst way to wake up in the history of the world, as I woke up to Nash having diarrhea in the apartment. At least he kept it by the front door. I got him outside and of course Nash didn’t have to go anymore. We get back to the apartment, and Nash was not his regular Nashiness, as he didn’t want to eat anything or drink any water. He just went right to his bed to lay down. I had a lot of work to get done, as we had just gotten back to NYC a day ago, and I knew that holiday was coming up so everyone would be gone for the week. I kept a close eye on Nash, which is hard to do when you are blind. Around 1030, Nash came over and laid on my feet. I was thinking he was on his way back to being Nashy, boy I couldn’t be more wrong. Shortly, there after, Nash got up did a little walk, then I heard the wretching, and Nash threw up on the floor. Oh, poor little Nashy, what did you get your nose into. As I was cleaning up the vomit, Nash went into the kitchen, and then I heard it, more diarrhea. This is when I started to get a little freaked, as Nash had never gone in the apartment, and now it was twice in one day, along with vomit. I got him outside, and he had more diarrhea. You see Nash this is why you don’t eat things off the streets of NYC. I had to run to Duane Reade to pick up more paper towels and garbage bags. When we got back to the apartment, I put Nash on his tie down, as I didn’t want him to go to the bathroom again in my bed or anything, because knowing me, I would have to throw the bed out. I got the apartment cleaned up, and then called the Animal Medical Center to see what they had to say. I thought they would suggest waiting 24 hours to see how Nash was doing, but they suggested I bring him in, better to be safe than sorry. We gathered our things, and flagged down a cab, as I thought it would be best to keep Nash’s work to a minimum until I knew what was wrong with him, plus I didn’t want him having an accident on a long cross town bus ride. We got to the AMC, and met with the first available vet, as I thought it would be best to just get Nash seen. She ran her hands over Nash and was able to tell that his stomach was looser than it should be, but she said he is not in any pain. I said, strange, my doctor has to ask me if this hurts when he pushes on me, you must be really good if Nash didn’t even answer. They took Nash in the back to take some blood, and do some x-rays to make sure there wasn’t anything blocking him, or life threatning going on. Yes, I was nervous as they had Nash in the back, as I have an over active imagination, and I had a bunch of crazy thoughts running through my head. I was hoping that when they returned, Nash would come running through the door to me, like he normally does at the vet, as that would mean he was back on his way to being Nashy. I waited and waited, and my mind had some terrible thoughts going through it, when the door opened, and Nash came running right up to me, and started running around the room. Ah, relief. Ends up the vet thought he got his nose into something he shouldn’t have. She gave Nash a doggy IV, a little thing they put on his back which gives him his fluids back as he was quite dehydrated. She suggested a special diet of food along with some pills for potentially the next six days, but I would be able to stop if Nash was feeling better. I have to give a major shout out to the AMC as Nash got an appointment right away and was seen as soon as we got there. If only my doctor could learn from the AMC.
As soon as we left the AMC, I could tell that Nash was feeling a lot better, as he was back to sniffing everything around and trying to eat everything in sight. Now the fun part, trying to get a cab back on a frigid NYC day. We were on York Ave., and freezing our ass off trying to flag down a cab. Finally one stopped, and the second it did, the car behind it began honking and the cab took off. What an asshole. I guess it was still two days before Christmas, so people could still be assholes. We waited a little longer, but had no luck on York getting a cab, so we headed over to First Ave. Again, we waited and waited and waited, and no cab. Finally, a nice little older woman comes up to us and says, “I can believe all the people that have been stealing cabs from you!” I knew it! It must be international asshole day. I mean come on, what kind of a scum bag do you have to be to steal a cab from a blind guy and Nash? And two days before Christmas? I guess it’s good to see that the city is getting its edge back. I guess my bit about NYC losing its edge is working. The lady and another gentleman were very kind as they flagged a cab down for us, and we were on our way back home.
I monitored Nash pretty closely the rest of the day, and he didn’t have any more diarrhea, and was slowly but surely back on his way to being Nash. Oh, I did forget to mention as Nash and I were coming out of the examine room, I over heard someone say, “that’s the comedian!” I’m not sure if they were talking about Nash or me. We fed Nash his food and pill to settle his stomach, and hoped for no more accidents. We took it easy the rest of Thursday, and on Friday, Nash was back to being his regular self, and silly to. He was doing his nudge you with his head and turn around and want his butt scratched, his arm in your elbow as a head rest, his four paws up in the air while on his back demanding a belly rub, his sleeping in my bed which I now call Nashville, and most importantly, no accidents.
It is now Christmas, and Nash is completely healthy and fine, and demanding to be the center of attention he always is. Nash and I want to wish all of our readers a very Happy Holidays and healthy New Year. I hope to get a year in review blog donw next week, as it has been quite the interesting year.