My ancient yellow lab had a bad fall a few months back. He didn’t break anything, but he’s getting so old, and his hind-leg proprioception is essentially 0. So we took him to the emergency vet hospital to get him checked out since he wasn’t getting up and was in some pretty bad pain.
You know what they wanted to go with? Acupuncture and low-level laser therapy.
He’s the family dog but I raised him from a pup, so the folks were there too. I lost it when the vet stated those as our options. I flipped out and just shouted right in her face: “IF THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO, FUCKING TELL ME THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO! DON’T TRY TO SELL ME BULLSHIT!”
My parents were pretty taken aback. They view my interest in science based medicine as kooky, and that my refusal to allow homeopathy into the house makes me some kind of extremist. I laid down the ultimatum that I’d rather euthanize the dog than wave a magic wand over his head in a vain attempt to ease his suffering with bullshit.
Just remembering the episode has got my adrenaline going, and I’m all jacked up and angry now.
Time for a cooldown.
