It wasn't UTI, but several calcium stones in her bladder that caused all of the previous issues. However, it will cost $700+ to get her an operation- so we've saving up. So, the money + the dog being sick and crying again =
Joku went to the office the first time, had her blood tested, and it was concluded that she most likely had UTI. However, since they weren't positive, naturally they did other tests to reach conclusive results, right?
Wrong.
Instead of giving her an X-RAY the first day that she visited, it was more profitable for them to charge us for $200 medication for UTI, that ended up being useless because she was misdiagnosed.
When we arrived the second time, that's when they had the courtesy of giving her an x-ray (which cost us too), and then we found out what was really wrong with her.
I don't think I'll ever fully understand human beings. I've always hated visiting doctor's offices; but I don't screw them over, do I? My sister for instance, she's completely disabled, so we take her to the doctor often- and there was this one doctor I met, I think I wanted to just... throw into a distant time-space continuum?
She reads a file on my sister for 2 minutes (about her extremely rare disease and seizures), and speaks to us, like we knew absolutely nothing.
She literally said, "Are you sure she's still having seizures? Because she might've outgrown them."
I wanted to say, "Well no, after smoking all of this marijuana, it feels like I'm in an alternate reali- of fucking course she is, you daft broad! I've only been living with her since my conception."
So what have we learned for today?
Fuck modern doctors, Dr. Seuss all the way.
