Well, I had my usual Christmas. I have gotten to where I really dread the Christmas season. My family always has bad things happen then. And this year was no different. I came down with the flu the week, exactly a week, before Christmas day. The day I came down with the flu, Roxie came down with a stomach bacteria. She had such severe diarrhea. Her little butt was so sore she screamed when she went to the bathroom. I endured this trying without success to stop it. Pumpkin. Nope. So I made her food. Chicken and boiled white rice. Nope. So on Friday night, I was scared she had something in her intestinal tract. I took her to the A&M Small Animal Clinic. I got there at 8:30 PM. I left at 2:45AM. In that time, they first did a parvo test. She has had two parvo shots since she came to me two months ago. Of course it was negative. She was examined. The doctor thinks she has parasites. I am argueing that nope, take an x-ray and if there is no obstruction in her intestinal tract, then she has a stomach virus or bacteria. I want a fecal culture. X-ray finally gets done. There is nothing there. But there is a spot the doctor is not sure of. She wants the radiologist to read it. I'm looking right at the x-ray. There is nothing. So ok have the radiologist read it. Do a fecal culture. Well, at 2:30, they bring me Roxie with 6 cans of prescription dog food, 5 packets of panicure and a bunch of packets of probiotics. Probiotics do nothing. And I am sent home with a $629.75 bill and she is still very sick.
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