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topsytervy · 3 years

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Wisdom Teeth ~ JJ Maybank

Blurb: JJ takes care of you after you get your wisdom teeth out. Not gonna lie, this post is kind of a mess

Word Count: 1,890

Warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, small mention of alcohol/drinking, I think that’s it.

I’m just going to say that this is based off of my wisdom teeth experience. I didn’t get gassed or put under, my moms friend suggested me holding alcohol in my mouth cause she did that when she got hers out and it worked for her (it worked for me enough to let me sleep like the dead, and my mom kept laughing at me.

I aged JJ and the reader to 19 cause why not.

I also lowkey started thinking of JJ taking care of his kids after their wisdom teeth get pulled and thats shows in the ending.

anyway, small shoutout to @taylathornton who got me thinking about this after she said something about JJ or Rafe taking care of the reader when they get their wisdom teeth out.

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You walked out into the waiting room, gauze on either side of your mouth, your boyfriend standing by the counter as someone gave him the same rundown they gave you post-extraction.

JJ smiled as he saw you, not that you could see with the mask over the bottom half of his face, and pulled you into his side.

"Just remember that if you still feel pain while taking the prescription he gave you today, call back and he'll prescribe you something stronger." the lady said.

You nodded as you shoved the sheet filled with the instructions, prescriptions, and the extra gauze they gave you into JJ's hands. JJ said a quick thank you to the lady and then directed you to the door, every penny being covered by your insurance.

Thank God.

"How do you feel, princess?" He asked, intertwining your fingers together.

"You didn't tell me the extraction was such a violent process." You told him.

Well, attempted to tell him but the gauze in your mouth wasn't helping. The mask definitely added to muffling your voice.

JJ chuckled. "What?" He asked, unlocking the truck.

"You didn't tell me the extraction was such a violent process." You said slower, louder, and slightly more enunciated.

JJ helped you into the truck. "Didn't want to scare you, Y/N/N."

"I can do it myself. I wasn’t gassed or anything. Just numbed." You swatted his hand away as he went to buckle you in.

He held up his hands. "Alright. I'm sorry."

"Besides the lady said that I was surprisingly calm during the process." You informed him as you took off your mask.

"That's good." He closed the door and walked over to the driver’s side, climbing in as he also took off his mask. "Since you were so good during the process, how about you remind me in a week to take you to Dairy Queen and we'll get you some ice cream." He suggested, leaning over the center console and brushing some hair out of your face.

"Can I get chicken tenders too?" You asked, looking at your blonde boyfriend with the best puppy dog eyes you could muster.

JJ let out a laugh as he started the truck and began to pull out of the parking lot. "Yeah. You can get chicken tenders too, princess."

You smiled, reaching into your mouth to readjust the blood-soaked gauze only to have JJ swat your hand away. "Don't."

"But I feel like I’m swallowing the gauze every time I go to swallow my saliva." You whined.

JJ sighed. "That’s because the roof of your mouth is swollen so it makes it difficult to swallow the saliva. Just leave the gauze where it is."

You shot JJ a look before bringing your hand to your mouth again. JJ reached over and grabbed your wrist his eyes never leaving the road.

"Y/N." He warned.

"JJ." You imitated.

"I said don't touch it."

You took your wrist away from him and crossed your arms, looking out the window.

"Keep that up and you won’t get dairy queen next week. I'll get myself dairy queen and you can keep eating soup and mashed potatoes."

"You're so mean to me sometimes, J." You whispered.

"Only cause I love you and care about you, baby." He smiled, his hand going to your thigh and giving it a light squeeze.

You uncrossed your arms and took his hand in yours. "You're so sweet."

JJ shook his head. "Flip-floppy today, huh. 3 seconds ago I was mean and now I'm sweet."

You shrugged. "You're a flip-floppy guy. You threw me off the dock once when it was chilly outside and then gave me clothes to change into not even three minutes later."

"That's called being a gentleman." He smirked.

"No. It's called being an asshole with a heart."

JJ snorted as he pulled into the pharmacy parking lot, pulling into a parking space before throwing the truck in park and grabbed his wallet along with your prescriptions.

"Stay here. I’ll be back." He kissed your temple before putting his mask back on, adjusting it so it was over his nose.

You shot him a thumbs-up as you pulled out your phone, taking the time to reply to Kie and Sarah who wanted to check in on you. They both offered to come over and take care of you but you told them you were fine cause you had JJ with you.

Kie immediately replied with a 'that's why we're offering.'

You let out a small giggle before sending them an 'I'm sure JJ can handle it' before locking your phone and pulling down the sun visor to look in the mirror.

You opened your mouth and made a face as you looked at the inside of your mouth and saw the dried blood on your lips.

JJ opened the door and slid back into the driver’s seat, placing the bag with the two pill bottles in your lap. "You know, technically you’re supposed to keep pressure on the gauze for an hour so it clot and shit."

"You didn't tell me the inside of my mouth looks like it’s having its own little period. I smiled at you with my mouth looking like I took a baseball or something to the teeth." You scolded.

"Princess, and I mean this with all the love in my heart, you look like a hockey player who took a puck to the teeth." JJ laughed as he put the car in drive and made his way to the grocery store.

"JJ," you whined, not finding his comparison cute in the slightest.

"What? It's more accurate than the baseball comparison you said."

"Stop laughing at me, J. It's not funny."

"I'm sorry. You're just so whiney right now and it's adorable to me. Makes me want to bundle you up and hold you in my arms and protect you from all the evil in the world." JJ glanced at you. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked out the window. “Y/N, don’t be like this now.”

“You’re being mean to me.”

“I am not.”

“Yes, you are. I’m over here bleeding, preparing for the numbness to wear off and the pain to set in and you’re laughing at me.”

JJ grabbed your hand and pressed it to his lips. “I’m sorry, baby. Can you accept me buying you soup as my way of asking for your forgiveness?”

He stopped at a stop sign and looked over at you, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

You sighed. "I suppose."

He grinned as he squeezed your hand lightly. “See, you can’t stay mad at me forever, Y/N/N.”

You rolled your eyes before leaning your head against the headrest. “It’s because I need you to take care of me while I’m healing.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. As much as I love Kie and Sarah, I don’t think their cuddles can compare to yours.”

JJ nodded. “Fair enough. That’s all you need me for? Cuddles?”

You shrugged. “We’ll see.”

****

Within two hours, you were tearing up as the numbness wore off, the pain coming in at full force. You laid on the couch in the living room of the apartment you and JJ shared, a blanket thrown over your body.

JJ walked over with a glass of water and the pills you were prescribed. “Alright, here’s your amoxicillin, and here’s your ibuprofen.” He handed you the pills as you sat up.

You popped the two pills into your mouth, taking the glass of water from your boyfriend’s hand before taking a sip and swallowing the pills. JJ took the glass from you and set it on the end table as you sniffed.

“You know what might help?” JJ asked, walking over to one of the cabinets and opening it.

“What?”

“I know you’re not a big drinker, Y/N, but I remember Mr. Heyward telling me when I got my wisdom teeth out that, if you take vodka, whiskey, tequila, whatever, and kind of hold it in your mouth, tilting your head left and right, it’ll help with the pain. It almost renumbs it and because it’s alcohol, it also helps fight infections.” JJ explained, grabbing the bottle of vodka he had stashed away.

He grabbed a shot glass and filled it up before bringing it over to you.

“JJ, baby, I don’t think I should be having alcohol after taking a 600 mg ibuprofen and a 500 mg amoxicillin. Besides, I’m pretty sure that’s what the amoxicillin is for anyway.”

JJ sighed. “I know, princess, but I’m trying to help you out here. It hurts me to see you hurting.”

“And just two hours ago you were saying it was cute when I’m all whiney.” You joked.

“You are cute when you’re whiney and not in pain. Now you’re just in pain and I don’t like it.”

You looked at JJ with a frown. “How about we just cuddle for the rest of the day? Maybe take a nap because I’m all tuckered out.”

JJ smiled lightly, downing the shot of vodka before heading over to you and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as your arms snaked around his neck, him holding you up by your thighs. He carried you into your bedroom, taking one of his hands and pulling back the blankets before gently setting you down and tucking you in.

He climbed in on his side, gently pulling you into his side, putting a pillow on top of his upper arm so you weren’t resting on his arm, knowing that it wouldn’t help the pain at all.

“Comfortable, princess?” He asked.

You hummed in response, your arm draping across his stomach.

He kissed the top of your head, brushing your hair away from your face.

“I’m sorry in advance if I drool on you. I’m even more sorry if it’s bloody drool.” You muttered.

“It’s alright. You can drool on me whenever you want, bloody or not.”

You smiled. “And Kie and Sarah were worried about you taking care of me.”

JJ scoffed. “I always take care of you so Kie and Sarah can shove a sock in it.”

You giggled. “It’s okay, baby. I defended you and your ability to take care of me.”

“I would hope so. After all, I’m buying you Dairy Queen next week. I don’t buy Dairy Queen for anybody, you know.”

“I know.” You sighed.

It was quiet for a few minutes and you were almost asleep before JJ spoke again.

“You gotta eat your soup and mashed potatoes though or else you don’t get chicken tenders next week.”

You let out a laugh. “Oh my god, JJ. You sound like my dad when I had to go get shots.”

“That just means I’m prepared for when we have kids. The whole bribery part of parenting, in the bag.” JJ stated with a nod.

You nodded. “Alright, baby. I can’t wait to tell our kids how you knew you were ready to be a father because you told me a week after my wisdom teeth were removed, you were going to buy me chicken tenders and ice cream.”

JJ smiled. “And I can’t wait to be saying the same thing to them when they get their wisdom teeth out.”

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afaithy · 4 years

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150: “I didn’t know I was allergic to coconut oil until I went to this one strip club and now look at me - in the emergency room of a hospital on the night of my bachelor/bachelorette party" Koushiro and Jou and no, I am not sorry

THIS WAS THE WEIRDEST PROMPT EVER LOL. I was a little conflicted between making it serious or comedy, but well, this came out.

As a note, this would be the prequel to this prompt here :) All of my drabbles happen in the same universe, so I follow my headcanons lol.

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I didn’t know I was allergic to coconut oil until I went to this one strip club and now look at me: in the ER of a hospital on the night of my Bachelor party

“Doctors always think anybody doing something they aren't is a quack; also they think all patients are idiots.”

― Flannery O'Connor

“Ah...you’re a blessing of the gods, Dr. Kido. If you ever feel lonely, don’t hesitate to call me. I am always free.”

Jou smiled nervously as old grandma Fujita walked out of his examination room giving him a wink. A cold shudder ran down his spine, but he kept his professionalism and waved the old woman goodbye for the tenth time that week.

“Someone is popular” Hikari chuckled, covering her laughter with her hand.

“I prefer not to talk about it.” he replied, hiding his face behind his hand, in shame “Who’s next?”

“Mrs. Itou…” Hikari smirked “again…”

“What? What now?”

“She says her stomach hurts…” Hikari replied, checking the papers in her clipboard “She will run out of diseases...eventually.”

Jou clicked his tongue and pinched the bridge of his nose in disapproval. The emergency room was a serious place; Many lives were at stake and it was not a place for a group of older women with plenty of time to come and bother medical personnel with imaginary illnesses. Of course, Jou would never say anything, he was a gentleman and respectful of his elders,so he just examined the women and repeated that there was nothing wrong with them and sent them home with some vitamins.

“Should I call her in?”

Jou was about to respond when familiar screams made both Hikari and Jou's eyes widen. The pair rushed out of the office and to their surprise several familiar faces were in the middle of the room making a stir, while some of the other nurses tried to understand what was happening.

“Kidooo, find Dr. Kido!!! Or ….”Taichi screamed in the room.

“Taichi-san...lower your voice, Jou-san is probably busy!” Takeru said, pulling his arm and giving the nurse that attended them an apologetic smile.

“Then bring out my sister…” Taichi continued “My sister...do you know her?”

“Your...sister, sir?” the nurse asked, a little scared.

“Yeah! My sister...baby sister. She married this...guy!” Taichi said, catching Takeru under his arm “Lucky boy this one, haha…”

“Onichan!” Hikari said, horrified. She rushed into the scene, apologized to the nurses and told them that she would take care of this.

As Hikari was busy calming down the rest of the nurses, Jou approached the group and took a look.

As Hikari tried to explain the situation and apologized for her brother's erratic behavior to the other nurses, Jou approached the group and looked around. Taichi was clearly intoxicated, judging by his goofy grin.

" You better have an explanation for this…” Jou said sternly “This IS a hospital.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Takeru apologised trying to pull away from Taichi’s uncomfortable hug “We do have a reason...for...Taichi-san, please stop it…”

“Good heaven” Jou said, pressing his temple “What did I say about drinking too much today?”

“JOOOUUUUU:...”Taichi said, smiling like an idiot.” Just the man I wanted to see. My good old friend! He’s my childhood friend! Did you all know that? He was a skittish neurotic boy...but now Look at him! A full on Doctor! I am SO proud of you my friend!”

He released Takeru and turned to Jou in a clumsy attempt to hug him, but this was not the first time that Jou had had to deal with a very drunk Taichi, so the doctor evaded him and looked at Takeru -who was, clearly, the sober one - asking for an explanation.

“Long story short…”Takeru sighed “something...bad happened in Koushiro’s party.”

“Ah...I knew it….” Jou groaned “That is why I said you should have done it on the day I could actually go!”

Jou made his way to a private room, where the rest of the group was supposed to be. Hikari had already gone ahead of him, and the doctor found her hovering over someone on the bed. Someone that was struggling to get up while making unintedibble sounds. When Jou approached the bed, he was shocked to see that it was Koushiro.

His friend showed the worst case of swelling that Jou had seen in his entire medical career so far and judging by Hikari's horrified look, the girl shared his thoughts. The boy was unrecognizable and judging by his incoherent and unintelligible mumbling, he -like Taichi- was awfully drunk. Hikari and Jou managed to push him back down and keep him from moving, so that Jou could actually examine him to understand what had happened to his friend.

Ignoring the fact that he was treating a friend, Jou began to look at Koushiro with a clinical eye and began to list up his physical symptoms: swelling around the eyes, face, mouth and possibly other areas of the body covered by the clothes; the eyes were reddened , there were rashes and dermatitis on the arms, legs and necks; judging by his difficult breathing, there was possibly inflammation of the airways and his heart rhythm was abnormally fast . Koushiro was conscious, but it was clear that he was confused. Whether this was a symptom of what was happening to him, or simply because he had drunk too much, they would only know it with a toxicological examination.

“Pressure?” Jou said, checking on the boy's eyes.

“90/ 60…” Hikari said, scribbling in the clipboard “ A little too low. Saturation level is at 93…”

“Mild hypoxia…” Jou said “Koushiro...Koushiro...can you hear me?”

Koushiro didn’t answer, or more accurately he couldn’t. He had tried to speak, but the swelling was so severe that he couldn’t that he couldn’t articulate a word.

“Koushiro, if you can hear me blink twice.” the boy blinked “Good, now...blink twice for yes and once for no, okay?”

Koushiro blinked twice.

“Are you in pain?”

Two blinks.

“Does your chest hurt and is it difficult to breathe?”

Two blinks.

“Does anything else hurt?”

Another two winks.

“Your stomach?”

Once again two blinks.

The conversation continued like this for some minutes, while Hikari took note..

“His airways are swollen, he still can breathe, but until we find out what’s causing this, we need to avoid further sweelling. Give him 50 mg of prednisolone on an IV with 50mg of tramadol for the pain. Keep an eye on him. I want a full blood scan and thoracic plaque. I want to see whether there’s pleural effusion or not. Ask for a toxicology test. I want to know what’s running in his system...”

“Yes, doctor. What are you going to do in the meantime?”

“Try to get the story about what on earth happened to see where this problem came out from...”

“Well, that’s going to be a challenge with how drunk my brother is.” Hikari said, looking at Taichi, who was sitting in a corner singing a foolish and very out of tone song as Takeru tried to keep him still.

“Well lucky for me, your husband has a knack for storytelling.” Jou gave her a meaningful look and Hikari chuckled.

Takeru was having troubles trying to keep his brother-in-law from making a fuss. Taichi was the kind of person who would turn into a childish and silly kid whenever he was drunk, and even though it was funny at first, it became very tiring later on.

“Alright, that’s enough...Taichi-san Stop it!” Takeru growled sternly.

Taichi’s only response was a pout. He then began to wave his arms in a bvery childish manner.

“Takeruuuu….meanieeeeee….you don’t treat your awesome….greatest brother-in-law in the world like thiiiiis….”

“Yeah...well, you’re acting more like a naughty kid than my “awesome” brother-in-law, though…” Takeru sighed “Stop moving already! And keep your voice low...this is a hospital.”

Taichi pouted again and looked at Takeru with a scolded kid look. He stuck out his tongue at him with “Hmph” and turned away, making Takuro sigh.

“I don’t know if I should laugh or be concerned that your first parenting experience is taking care of your intoxicated brother-in-law, Takeru.”

Takeru laughed and rolled his eyes.

“I hope for my mind health’s sake, that I never get kids as feisty as Taichi-san…”

“With your genes and Hikari’s...I think the chances are low. I can’t speak of the potential nephews however” Jou nodded, and Takeru wasn’t sure whether it was a joke or not, since Jou had kept a serious look. “ Where’s Yamato?”

“Well, after trying to kiss his way all over the club, he was knocked out. He must be still sleeping in the car. Don’t worry, Gabumon and patamon are with him. Daisuke and the others must still be in the party, I’m not even sure if they noticed us leaving.”

“Right.” Jou said with a sighe “Ok, so...care to tell me the story?”

Takeru gave him an ironic look. A story? He could write a full short novel with the events from that day, but he took a deep breathe and began telling Jou all the things that had transceded that night.

“Well, it was Daisuke’s idea and well, my brother and Taichi were foolish enough to follow it, I guess? Honestly, I just found out today when I arrived.” he explained “Somehow they thought that it would be a pity that Koushiro didn’t experience a little bit of a “bachelor’s life” before tying the knot and well...they dragged us to this...night club.”

A night club! Jou thought, horrified. Those were the kind of silly things that happened when he wasn’t there to keep an eye on those kids. That was the worst possible place to take a man days before his wedding, then again, the fact that this was Daisuke’s idea shouldn’t have surprised him. That kid had been watching too many american movies.

“Alright...I need to know everything,” Jou sighed, taking out his pen “Everything that Koushiro did. What did he drink, eat, touch...all of it.”

“Ehr...sure…” Takeru said, trying to recall all the things that had happened earlier. It was hard since what had not happened that day.

Daisuke’s plan had totally taken Koushiro by surprise. He had expected a causal night on some local bar drinking a couple beers with friends and telling stupid stories, before going home and sleeping until the next day. The computer genius was speechless when his friends had pulled him into this exotic night club in which, apparently, women danced and took off their clothes as they did. He didn’t even know those places existed in Japan.

The night had started calm, all things considered. Koushiro was visibly feeling awkward and Takeru couldn’t blame him. Supposedly, Takeru was the one famous for his suave style and his ease dealing with girls, but even he had to admit, the whole place intimidated him.

Taichi and Yamato had been awkward at first too, but after several drinks they began to loosen up and their usual drunkish traits began to surface. Half an hour and many drinks later, all of his friends were pretty much drunk and even Koushiro was much more relaxed. Then it happened. Daisuke had reserved some popular dancers or whatsoever to "assist" at his friend's bachelor party. The girls, who Takeru made sure to describe as absolutely not his type, just in case Jou decided to share the tale with Hikari, had given Koushiro a very...intense and provocative lap dance. Koushiro was so shocked that he had fainted on the chair. The pattern was repeated several times during the evening: a random dancer would come, give the bachelor a lap dance, Koushiro would faint, then wake up to drink another cup of liquor, and it would start all over again.

“And you were the only one actually sober?” Jou asked.

“I did have a beer…” Takeru admitted “but hey I am married, okay? Daisuke kept teasing me for being the grumpy married guy of the party whenever I said that I thought it was a bad idea. ”

“GRUMPY OLD MAN...hahaha…” Taichi laughed loudly pulling Takeru’s shirt. He slapped the older boy’s hand and glared.

“Taichi-san ...quiet!”

“Well, at least someone had a cool head there. Embarrasing enough, it was the youngest of the group.” Jou said, rolling his eyes and looking at Taichi disapprovingly “alright, lap dancing aside. What did Koushiro eat?”

“I think he had some of those peanuts on the table and some chips and a sandwich.”

“He ate those damn peanuts?” Jou said horrified “Do you have any idea of the sort of things you can find in those plates? Do you have any idea of how many people touch those things without washing their hands?”

“Believe me, I know…” Takeru sighed. His wife wouldn’t let him forget it whenever he went out for a drink with the guys “but I think Koushiro has his mind somewhere else to actually think of that detail. Do you think it caused this?”

“Well, no...that was just an outburst of indignation. Continue….”

“He had several beers, then Daisuke suggested moving to stronger drinks. I think he had several margaritas and cocktails. Other than that...it was all good.”

“Any fruit in those cocktails, aside the lemons?”

“No, I don’t think so…” Takeru said “Why?”

“Just checking.” Jou said “Was he okay before...the party?”

“Yeah, he was fine. He was talking with Mimi before we left his office.”

“So when did he begin to feel sick?”

“Eh...I’m not sure. After the twelfth lap dance maybe?”

“ Number twelve smelled niiiicce. Hawaian lotion smelled so good… made me want caaaaandy…” Taichi giggled “remember that coco candy? Hehehe…”

The two men ignored Taichi’s incoherent comments and continued speaking. Takeru would have laughed if the situation wasn’t so serious right now.

“So he didn’t eat or drink anything unusual?”

“Not that I noticed…”

“Coco….Coco….cococoooo” Taichi sang sillily.

Jou ignored him and looked at the notes he had in his clipboard.

“Huh...I guess I’ll need those results before I can do anything. This doesn’t tell me much...”

The good news was that the medication was helping Koushiro a little. The swelling was still there, but it had gone down a little and he wasn’t in pain. He still couldn’t move, but it seemed to be a lot more conscious compared to how he had arrived. About one hour later, Hikari came into the room with the lab results and Jou looked through the papers carefully.

“Eosinophils count is high…” he said “he’s pretty intoxicated, however, it shouldn’t be enough to altere his white cell count. Aside from the drugs we gave him, he’s clean...so it wasn’t a case of accidental drugging or poisoning. Inflammatory indicators are high, as expected and no pleural effusion. Good. Let's keep on with the prednisone and the tramadol until we find out what's the cause. At least we know it is not Lupus… ' Jou said.

Hikari chuckled.

“Quating Dr. House there?”

“Just to break the tension” Jou smiled with a shrug " let's monitore these indicators just in case. I want to make a scrap of his rash to see what we find there."

"Full test?" Hikari asked.

Jou nodded and Hikari did as she was told. Considering how his friend had come in earlier, Koushiro was evolving really well. The steroids were helping with the inflammation and that was letting him breathe better. The question,now, was: what had caused it?

"You sure had a hell of the night, huh Koushiro?" Jou said with a raised eyebrow.

Two blinks and a pathetic look. Jou looked at him sympathetically , he was going to develop a trauma after tonight, that's for sure and he would have to thank Daisuke and his friends for it.

The results came in later that night. The blood test seemed better, so they continued with the treatment as it was. The skin scraping had come negative for fungi, parasites and bacteria. However the note from the analyst caught his attention. It read: presence of oily substance. It was identified as vegetable oil, most likely coconut.

Coconut?

Suddenly, some of the things he had heard that night began to click. Taichi had sillily said something about someone smelling like a Hawaiian lotion that reminded him of the coconut sweets he liked. Now, the pathologist said there was coconut oil on the samples. It was as if a light bulb had been lit in his head and the answer became clear.

Koushiro had had a bad allergic reaction to coconut oil. Coconut allergy was rare, but the chances were high, since he was allergic to walnuts and cross reaction with coconut were common. An hypersensibility reaction would explain the result of eosinophils in his blood test. His symptoms also pointed to a severe allergic reaction.How had he not seen it earlier?

Poor Koushiro. Ending up in a hospital on his bachelor party night, just because one girl had danced on his lap after a skin treatment with coconut oil. He'd have to message Mimi and tell her to get rid of all her coconut skin products, or she would get a not very nice surprise on their wedding night.

The whole thing was so ridiculous that Jou burst into a fit of laughter, just when Hikari stepped in to the office. The girl stared at him dumbfounded and the older man tried to compose himself, but looking at his friend’s face, he knew he'd already failed poorly.

"Y-Yeah?" he said, smiling .

"Mimi is in the hall demanding to know what happened to her fiancé…" Hikari said shyly "I wasn't sure what to say…"

"Right.” Now he had another problem. A feisty Mimi who wouldn’t be too happy about the way her fiancé had decided to spend his bachelor party “Leave it to me."

“ Good luck...she’s angry.”

Jou gave her an amused look as he fixed his doctor’s coat and stepped out of the office. This was probably the strangest night he’d ever had in the ER, but one way or another, he had saved his friend, and that, was enough to make him proud, even if it had only been a silly allergic reaction to coconut oil.

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nekojitachan · 5 years

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okay, so I posted last week (?) about an AFTG fic idea based on an old movie.

this isn’t it - blame/thank this on @sig66, as we began talking about classic movies and this one came up as a possibility for an AFTG fic, and I’ve been working on it and backstories ever since (think I’ll save the other one for either a possible big bang or a ‘proper’ fic).

Anyway, thank @sig66 for this - no idea of when I’ll be updating this, but for now, it’s a tumblr story and I’ll TRY to get it updated inbetween ‘proper’ fic updates (so maybe every other week, possibly sooner?). I’ve a lot of backstory for this, so while the movie is the backbone of the fic, expect it to expand from it (if you’re at all familiar with the film).

As for this first part, it really just sets things up.

Only trigger warnings should be for Neil’s past in Baltimore (and vague at that).

How to Steal a (lot of) Million(s) Part 1/? *******

Nathaniel sat hunched over in one of the waiting room’s plastic chair, desperate to quiet, to be still, to not draw any attention to himself like his mother had taught him. Each time the elderly woman behind the desk looked his way to give him a reassuring smile or someone came into the room he nearly flinched before he remembered that he wasn’t supposed to react, that reacting was bad. The bruises and neatly stitched cuts hidden beneath his black pants and black, green and white plaid sweater reminded him of just how bad it could be to show any negative emotions.

It just… it was so hard when his mother wasn’t there to shield him from the worst of the curious looks, to give his arm a warning squeeze and whisper ‘Abram’ in his ear to remind him when he got out of line. Normally he was with her back with the doctor, was the reason for their visit (‘a fall down the stairs’, ‘a fight with another boy’, ‘an accident in the kitchen’), but for some reason she’d gone there alone.

What had she done to upset his father so much?

He shoved that thought aside as quickly as he could.

Fortunately, it was just another few minutes before she came out through the one door, her face set in a blank expression which made him clamor onto his feet in an instant and stand up straight while some middle-aged man in a white coat continued to talk to her in a hushed voice. She brushed him off as she motioned Nathanial to the door leading out of the doctor’s office, which he scrambled toward without seeming to rush (he’d learned how to do that in the last year or so).

She didn’t speak until they were out in the blue sedan which she hated for some reason. “It’s all right,” she told him once they were on the highway which would take them back to the house. “Your father knows where we were today, I told him it was a regular check-up.” She motioned to her purse while she spoke. “That I needed a new script.”

Nathaniel didn’t quite understand what she meant by the last part but nodded along; what mattered was that he didn’t have to lie about where they were after his mother had picked him up from school. “All right.”

It was quiet for another couple of minutes. “I want you to pack a few of your clothes in a small bag, just some random ones. Not many, only what you’d need for a couple of days. Then put that bag in the back of your closet. Can you do that, Abram?” she asked without looking at him.

Long used to his mother asking things of him without any explanation, Nathaniel nodded. “Yes, Mum.”

“Good boy. Now, let’s review your latest French lesson.” They spent the rest of the drive back to the house going over various verb tenses until he almost felt at peace, until the anxiety was almost gone (but it was never truly gone, not when they always went back to that place, when Father or Lola or Patrick would be waiting for them).

He put her request out of mind once he’d done what she’d asked, aware of the risk he faced if his father caught him (pain until he answered, pain for not giving any good explanations, pain and pain and pain), and life went on as ‘normal’ in his father’s house (pain). All Nathaniel wanted was to get through the day without setting off the man, without being a disappointment somehow, with not having to go into the basement to learn cruel lessons, to take up knives or have the blades turned on him.

The only true thing he knew about life was that it was filled with disappointment and pain.

Then about a week after the doctor’s appointment, his mother woke him in the middle of the night, told him to be quiet and to grab the bag he’d prepared, then snuck him out of the house while everyone else either slept or were gone (inflicting that pain on others). He thought it was some sort of fever dream (aftermath of the latest cuts inflicted upon him earlier that day), especially when they ended up at the local airport with two first class tickets to fly to London that night.

Especially when his mother, thrumming with an energy he’d never seen in her before, dragged him (exhausted from being awake so long and expecting his father to appear any moment) from the airport and into the crowded metropolis to some stone-faced building (one in a row of them) and pounded on the door until a man only a few inches taller than her and maybe a little older with dark blond hair (tousled as if he’d just gotten out of bed despite the lateness of the afternoon) and similar grey eyes opened the door to stare at them as if they were ghosts.

“Mary? Bugger me… Mary?” he gasped out as he slumped against the door as if in shock. “And… Nathaniel?”

“Abram,” she snapped as she dropped the bag in her left hand onto the ground. “I don’t want to hear that name again. Now are you going to let us in? We’re knackered, you daft fool.”

“You… bugger me,” the man repeated as he rubbed at his eyes as if he was tired (or seeing things). “Okay, come on in,” he mumbled as he stepped back.

“That’s your Uncle Stuart,” Nathaniel’s mother informed him as they entered the house. “You can trust him.”

If Mary told him he could… Nathaniel gave the man (currently muttering about needing some damn coffee) a shy look as he pressed against his mother’s side, still not convinced that all of this wasn’t one crazy dream – running away from his father to his mother’s family, to possibly finding a safe haven. Yet the man (his uncle) gave him a kind smile and asked if he wanted some biscuits and tea.

Nathaniel (Abram) knew it was reality when his mother died of advanced ovarian cancer less than a year later.

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“Sold for $190,000 to the gentleman in front of me. Thank you very much, sir,” the auctioneer called out in English, though still bearing a thick French accent. “Now up next, ladies and gentlemen, is item number thirty-four per the catalog, and we’re accepting bids from New York, London and Hong Kong both online and via telephone as well as in person. This great Cezanne painting is from the world famous Josten collection, sold by order of the present head of the Josten family, Monsieur Stuart Josten.” He gestured to an elegant figure standing toward the back of the room and next to the wall as if trying to avoid attention, dressed in a simple tuxedo. The man gave a nervous smile and a slight bow while people applauded, and one even shook his hand.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, who will start the bidding on this superb post-impressionist masterpiece at $200,000?” the auctioneer called out as he stood in front of the painting of a woman in a red dress. The bidding commenced and immediately rose to $500,000 while ‘Stuart Josten’ watched on in delight.

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Neil tore through Paris in the supped-up MG Midget that Matt had gifted him a couple of years ago, on his way to the latest home he shared with his uncle after hearing the news about Stuart’s recent bout of… of… idiocy. Okay, so maybe the Hatfords weren’t exactly on the up and up….

Okay, so the Hatfords were so fucking far away from the up and up. Did Stuart really have to set a stupid record with the sale of his latest little ‘project’? Really?

Neil nearly rammed the car into the ornate stonework in front of the small, old mansion before he put the car into park and jumped out, then ran up the steps into the house. Davis was there to take his cap and bomber jacket, and to inform him that Stuart was indeed home and upstairs.

“Thanks,” Neil told his uncle’s assistant, well aware that the man didn’t have to rat out his boss like that, and caught the wink sent his way; Davis knew that someone was about to catch an earful right then.

He went up the curved staircase and into the one sitting room, where after making sure that no one was around (old habits died hard), he climbed into the ‘special’ wardrobe; once inside, he slid back the false panels so he could access the secret room behind them.

The spiral staircase in the hidden room led him up to the studio where his uncle worked on his forgeries, a large space filled with artworks in progress and various pieces which inspired them – statues and all sorts of paintings. Once again, Neil was amazed at his uncle’s talent, and a bit chagrined that Stuart focused it on reproducing existing works of art.

“Hello, brat,” Stuart called out to him from where he sat behind an easel, dressed in an old smock over his clothes and paint smeared over his left cheek.

“Hello, Stu,” Neil responded as he came over to give the man who’d raised him ever since he was ten years old a hug.

“Be careful,” Stuart chided with affection even as he gently hugged Neil in return. “I’m covered with paint.”

“When aren’t you? And you’re also covered with money,” Neil shot back. “Allison told me about the auction when I stopped by.”

“Ah yes, the Cezanne.” Stuart grinned with pride as he leaned back. “I could have sold a dozen of them at that auction! But one was enough.”

“One is more than enough!” Neil gritted out as he tried not to grow angry with the man. “I thought we talked about this! It’s getting too risky these-“

“Ah, ah, not now, I’m busy,” Stuart told him as he shooed Neil out of the way of his laptop screen, where he had a close-up of the Van Gogh painting he was currently reproducing. “How nice of him to only use his first name like that, makes it so much easier.”

“Not again!” Neil felt the urge to grab something and throw it, but refused to give in to his temper like that because… because of reasons. “It’s too soon!”

Stuart gave him a patronizing look as he began to wipe clean his brushes. “Don’t worry, this one won’t be sold for a long, long time. We’ll hang it up, let people look at it and appreciate it, and who knows, maybe some legendary, asshole tycoon will be able to persuade me to part with it if the price is right.”

Despite himself, Neil had to smile as he helped Stuart with the brushes. “You’re such a scoundrel.”

“Thank you, you little brat.” Stuart smiled back and swiped a (clean, thankfully) brush along the tip of Neil’s nose. Then he blanched as Neil nearly tipped over the plate containing specks of dirt. “Be careful! That’s my Van Gogh dirt,” he explained as he hurried to pick it up and place it in the one cupboard where he kept his more precious supplies, like the pigments he used in his forgeries. “That’s the dirt from his neighborhood, it took some effort to collect it. What I don’t go through to make these things as authentic as possible,” he complained as he stored it away. “Doubt Van Gogh did as much.”

“He didn’t have to, he was Van Gogh,” Neil snarked as he plopped down in a spare chair. “Sort of the point of it, no?”

“Yeah, kiddo, but in his lifetime, he only sold one painting, and I’ve already sold two as him,” Stuart shot back.

Neil felt a headache coming on and wished that he’d stopped to put on a pot of tea first. “You do know that selling someone else’s painting’s a crime, right? And they have all this lovely technology now to figure out that your stuff is a fake?”

Stuart scoffed as he continued to clean the brushes. “But I only sell the stuff to rich people, and they’re too stuck-up to admit that they might have been fooled into buying fakes. Know your audience, brat, rule number one.” He threw an old rag at Neil, who rolled his eyes at the familiar saying. “And don’t throw any stones, after half the shit you’ve pulled.”

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, and I-“ Neil frowned at the sound of sirens outside of the house, which only grew louder as if they were approaching the place. He got up from the chair to go look out the nearest window, and blanched when he saw several police cars pull into the house’s driveway. “Fuck, the police are here!”

“What?” Stuart rushed over to his side so he could look out as well, then let out a harsh breath. “Don’t scare me like that, kiddo, it’s just the director of the Kleber-Lafayette Museum, here about the Cellini Venus.”

“Eh?” For a moment, those words didn’t make any sense – why wasn’t Stuart worried? Since when didn’t the Hatfords have anything to fear from the police showing up in force (sure, some were paid off, mostly in the UK, but…)? Then he remembered about the damn statue and groaned. “That thing? What about it?”

“The Cellini Venus is to be the outstanding feature of a great loan exhibition – the masterpieces of French Collection,” Stuart informed him with pride as he scrubbed his hands free of paint.

Screw tea, Neil was willing to start drinking alcohol right about now. “Not in public,” Neil all but wailed as he thought about the damn forgery, a piece of ‘pride’ in the family. “It’s not really French,” he hissed. “We’re not French!”

“They don’t know that,” Stuart told him with a wry grin as he pulled on a dress coat as if to make himself presentable. “Come now, we can’t leave them waiting.”

“Not in public,” Neil repeated as he hurried after his uncle and caught him in time to wipe away the smudge of paint on his left cheek, certain that Davis would stall the people downstairs; he was grateful that he’d stopped by Allison’s earlier and let her (well, couldn’t stop her, really) dress him in something ‘acceptable’. He straightened the collar of his Maison Kitsune shirt and made sure it was tucked into the Amiri jeans his friend wouldn’t let him leave until he put on.

Sometimes he thought that his family’s enforcers could learn a thing or two about intimidation from the woman.

“I’ll be down in a minute, Monsieur Aldritch,” Stuart called out while he motioned to Neil to make sure that the wardrobe was properly closed up, still busy fussing with his own outfit as he did his best to look like ‘Stuart Josten’, eccentric art collector and not Stuart Hatford, member of one of Europe’s most infamous crime families.

“No hurry, Monsieur Josten,” some man called back in return as Neil and his uncle made their way down the stairs; Neil did his best to remain calm in the face of so many armed officers being inside his home while Stuart gave them a friendly smile; it helped that Davis stood off to the side, doing a perfect impression of an unremarkable butler and not someone who could kill them all in under a minute.

Aldritch and Stuart exchanged greetings while Neil did his best not to glare figurative daggers at the back of his uncle’s head over him being so foolish as to loan out a fake which had been a family ‘heirloom’ and joke for years. Somehow he summoned a smile when he was introduced to the museum’s director, and had to bite his tongue when the man thanked his uncle for keeping such a priceless treasure in France like a ‘true’ Frenchman (if he only knew the truth).

Personally, Neil didn’t see what the fuss was about the damn statue, which looked just like any other Venus statue in his mind, though supposedly his grandfather had done a remarkable job with the forgery (and was the reason why Stuart preferred that particular crime to the rest of the ‘family business’). It had passed various inspections in the past… but Neil lived in fear of technology catching up to his uncle one day, and including the Cellini Venus in a big art exhibit just might be what attracted the wrong attention.

He attempted to ‘help’ Aldritch and the man’s assistants load the marble statue into its padded travel case, but Stuart knew him a little too well and pulled him away before he could use the statue’s heavy marble base to ‘accidentally’ break the ‘precious’ artwork and so prevent it from being used in the collection. “Behave, brat,” Stuart whispered in Spanish as the case was locked and carefully picked up.

“This is a mistake,” Neil warned, but it was too late at that point to do anything to stop it as the statue was being carried away.

Once they were gone and Davis offered to put on some tea, Neil gave in to the urge to glare at his uncle. “What the hell have you done?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Stuart gestured to the empty alcove where the statue had rested until a couple of minutes ago. “I did a bloke a solid, I did. They needed something special for that collection they’re putting together, and now your grandfather’s-“

“A fake, you gave them a fake piece of art,” Neil reminded the fool as he ran his hands through his hair, which Allison had done her best to tame earlier. “A piece of marble, which they can use all these nice little bits of machines to scan and run tests on it.”

Stuart scoffed as he undid the buttons to his black dinner jacket and sat down in an antique chair. “They won’t do that to something I loaned out and risk damaging it, which is why I agreed to add it to the collection. Do you know how many offers I’ve had for the damn thing? Even one recently,” he confessed with a slightly pained look, “but I never accept because I won’t risk it.”

“Yet you’re fine with thousands of people gawking at the thing,” Neil mumbled as he sank down on a velvet-covered duvet and took to rubbing his temples in an effort to stave off a headache.

“Hundreds of thousands,” Stuart corrected him, and laughed when Neil groaned. “Don’t you see that I’m proud of it, kiddo? Your grandfather spent months on that thing while your gram posed for him. It’s not just some old piece of marble a barely known Italian banged out, but a family heirloom.”

A family heirloom that was going to get Stuart locked up, and possibly Neil as an accessory (well, more than that when he had to break his uncle out of prison).

Somehow, he had a feeling that he’d be rounding up the gang soon to help them out of a huge mess.

He should have gone off with Henry and Jamie to help them with their ‘little Russian problem’, dammit, no matter how much he hated vodka.

*******

Thanks for like the five people who read this. As stated, updates are whenever. Next part should have Andrew and Kevin and more of the Foxes (lots of backstories there).

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Anaconda, Beef, and Butt: Romeo ld 56356, 8 Yrs 75 lbs. of cuddles Manhattan ACC Easy. soft, snuggly. happy senio gentleman! A TOTAL JOY! TO BE KILLED 4/2/19 Handsome Romeo @MACC looking for his Juliet! Mellow Romeo is friendly and respectful around CATS and is friendly with small and larger dogs! We are certain that if we grabbed the old Webster’s Dictionary and looked up the word “Joy”, that Romeo’s picture would be there. In fact, we are certain that if we looked up “generous” or “good natured” or just the word “Love” itself, he would be there. Romeo is 8 years young, a big boy with an even bigger heart, who just wants to share it with everyone he meets. He loves nothing more than a lean in or a cuddle, a butt scritch or a hug. He pulls in everyone around him, a magnet for those who want to feel wanted, loved, important and special. Because ROMEO, true to his name, will make you feel like you are the center of the universe, or at the very least, the center of his world. With Romeo, you will always feel wanted, you will always feel loved, and you will ALWAYS feel important. Don’t wait another minute to add the man of your dreams to your everyday life and make it something truly special. MESSAGE our page or email us at [email protected] for assistance saving his life. A volunteer writes: Romeo,Romeo where forth art thou?...oh, there you are, snuggled against my leg and giving me head nudges! Nothing beats a sweet, smiley senior and this handsome redhead stands out in a crowd for more than just his cuddling abilities and good looks. He can be shy at first but once he warms up he's wonderfully social and loves people and other dogs, happily bouncing around in playgroup and enthusiastically greeting pups of all sizes when out for a walk. He seems very house trained and enjoys long strolls in the park and gently eating liver treats from my hand, though he did turn his nose up at my generic beef jerky. A gentleman (of Verona) has to maintain some standards! We're told Romeo was friendly and mellow in his previous home, getting along well with fellow dogs and even behaving respectfully toward cats. Come make Romeo's acquaintance for yourself and let him charm you too. Parting may be such sweet sorrow but we'll all be smiling the day Romeo says goodbye to the Care Center and hello to his new life as a beloved family pet. MY VIDEO: Romeo is a sweet senior looking for love <3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMucU-8Rdi8 Romeo and Dutchess https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-h2A_yJfRc ROMEO, ID# 56356, 8 yrs old, 75.6 lbs, Unaltered Male Manhattan ACC, Large Mixed Breed, Brown / White Owner Surrender Reason: O is moving and unable to keep P in new home Shelter Assessment Rating: LEVEL 3 No children (under 13) Medical Behavior Rating: OWNER SURRENDER NOTES - BASIC INFORMATION: Romeo is a 8 year old brown and white male large mixed breed dog. Previous owner had Romeo for abut 8 years and got him from a friend. He is surrendering him today because of moving issues. Rome previously lived with 3 adults. Around strangers, Romeo is shy and it depends on who he gets along with. He may growl at certain people or will be nice to certain people. Around children, Romeo is friendly and respectful. Romeo has been around other dogs before he is friendly with both small and larger dogs. Romeo has been around cats he is respectful and friendly. He does not resource guard food bowls toys or treats. When someone unfamiliar approaches the home, Romeo will bark and will also bark if someone approaches his owner. He has not bitten another animal or person, is housetrained and his energy level is described as medium, friendly, playful and mellow. Other Notes: Romeo has received a bath from the previous owner and he enjoys it. Romeo also allows to have his nails cut and loves to be brushed as well. he isn't bothered if he is held or restrained. Has this dog ever had any medical issues? Yes Medical Notes Romeo came to ACC with a mass on his right hind leg. He has no other known concerns or issues at this time. For a New Family to Know Romeo is a Medium energy, friendly, playful and mellow dog. Previous owner's favorite thing about Romeo is that he is friendly. Romeo enjoys playing with all types of toys. He eats both wet and dry food mixed together about once a day. Romeo gets walked in the morning time, aftenoon and night. He also has been kept indoors only. Romeo does pull when he is on the leash. INTAKE NOTES – DATE OF INTAKE, 5-Mar-2019: Upon intake, Romeo had a tense body. When approached he began to growl and bare teeth. He allowed me to walk around with him on a leash but was handled into a kennel by his owner. Minimal handling. BEHAVIOR NOTES: Means of surrender (length of time in previous home): Owner Surrender (In home for 8 years) Previously lived with: Adults Behavior toward strangers: Shy, growls at some people Behavior toward children: Friendly and respectful Behavior toward dogs: Friendly Behavior toward cats: Friendly and respectful Resource guarding: None reported Bite history: None reported Housetrained: Yes Energy level/descriptors: Romeo is described as friendly, playful, and mellow with a medium level of activity. SHELTER ASSESSMENT - Date of assessment: 6-Mar-2019 Summary: Leash Walking Strength and pulling: Moderate Reactivity to humans: None Reactivity to dogs: None Leash walking comments: None Sociability Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Highly social Call over: Approaches readily Sociability comments: Stays by assessor, nudges assessor's hand with his nose Handling Soft handling: Tolerates contact Exuberant handling: Fearful Comments: Body soft at first but becomes a bit tense and displays discomfort (tail down, lip licking) with prolonged handling. Arousal Jog: Follow (loose) Arousal comments: None Knock: No response Knock Comments: None Toy: No response Toy comments: None PLAYGROUP NOTES - DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: The previous owner of Romeo described his behavior around dogs as "friendly". Slow introductions are recommended to other calm, respectful dogs. 3/6: When introduced off leash to the female greeter dog, Romeo engages in brief running play. He later wanders the environment and sniffs. 3/11-19: Romeo greets calm female dogs politely. 3/20: Romeo is more forward when greeting, barks to solicit. 3/25: Romeo keeps only to himself. INTAKE BEHAVIOR - Date of intake: 5-Mar-2019 Summary: Tense, growled, bared teeth ENERGY LEVEL: Romeo is described as having a medium level of activity. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION: Level 3 Behavior Asilomar TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations: No children (under 13) Recommendations comments: Due to being reported to growl at some new people in his previous home, we recommend an adult only home. Potential challenges: Fearful/potential for defensive aggression Potential challenges comments: Romeo is reported to be shy with new people and growl at some of them. At the care center, he has appeared timid, tensing during some interactions. Please see handout on Fearful/potential for defensive aggression. MEDICAL EXAM NOTES: 29-Mar-2019 Progress Exam SO BAR in kennel; rises from bed and comes to front of kennel to receive scratches. EN -- eyes are clear. mucoid nasal discharge bilaterally. No sneezing or coughing A CIRDC P enrofloxacin 136mg tablet -- give 2.5 tablet PO q24h x 14 days cerenia 60mg tablet -- give 1 tablet PO q24h x 4 days 22-Mar-2019 Progress Exam Patient is BAR in kennel. Prescrotal incision is CDI. 21-Mar-2019 Spay/Neuter Summary Canine neuter Pre Medication: Buprenorphine mg/mL injectable, 2.89 mL IM, once Butorphanol 10 mg/ml injectable, 0.58 ml IM, once Dexdomitor 0.5 mg/mL injectable, 0.23 mL IM, once Induction: Ketamine 100 mg/mL injectable; 0.87 mL IM, once Propofol 10 mg/ml injectable; 1.4 ml IV, once Venous access: 20 g IV placed in RF cephalic vessel. Anesthesia notes: 12 fr. ET tube placed, maintained general anesthesia throughout procedure on variable Isoflurane and O2. Size 3 L rebreathing bag. Testicular block: 1.4 ml Lidocaine + 1.4 ml Sterile water, given pre-operatively. Intraoperative fluid administration: Intraoperative IV fluids (LRS) administered at a rate of 290 mL/hr throughout procedure. NSAID: Rimadyl 50mg/mL injectable, 2.3 mL, SQ, once post operatively, for post operative pain relief. Recovery Status: Uneventful Anesthetist/Monitor: 1575/1335 Start 1.5 tablet carprofen 100 mg sid po x days as pain management Dog Neuter Was this dog a cryptorchid? no Pre scrotal Incision Spermatic Cord Ligation with: 0 PDS Sub Q closure: 2-0 PDS Skin closure? 2-0 PDS skin glue Post Surgery Note: 9:43 AM Pre Op Exam Estimated age: 8 yr Subjective: owner surrender Observed Behavior -hyperactive, friendly Evidence of Cruelty seen -none Evidence of Trauma seen -none Objective BARH mm pink P = WNL R = WNL BCS 7/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: mild dental tartar PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, multiple masses over body- as previously described on intake, and additionally a pendulous dermal mass on ventral tail base U/G: scrotal tests CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal:not performed Assessment healthy multiple dermal masses appear quiet with no signs of ulcerations, infection, or trauma Prognosis: very good Assessment Plan: neuter SURGERY: Okay for surgery 19-Mar-2019 Progress Exam HX: CHECK GROWTH UNDER TAIL DOG HAS MANY GROWTHS INCLUDING L HL LATERAL THIGH - PEDUNCULATED MASS BAR H MSI- VENTRAL ASPECT OF PROXIMAL TAIL- PEDUNCULATED CYSTIC LIKE MASS EFFECT 10-Mar-2019 REQUESTING TRAZODONE TREATMENT TRAZADONE- 5MG/KG SIG: 200MG Q 12HRS INDEFINITELY 6-Mar-2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: ~8yrs based on O hx. Consistent with exam. Microchip noted on Intake? scanned negative. implanted by LVT History : O surrender. O is moving and unable to keep P in new home Subjective / Observed Behavior - BAR, tense, shaking, flinching with touch. Evidence of Cruelty seen - None Evidence of Trauma seen - none Objective BCS 7/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears have moderate brown exudate, AU; no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: did not evaluate due to behavior. PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: No murmur ausculted; CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful. Tense, difficult to palpate organs U/G: intact male. testicles are smooth and symmetrical. MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites; large 4 inch pink, non haired, pendulous mass along the left lateral thigh. 0.25cm pink, dermal, non haired mass along intrascapular region. 1.5inch SQ soft, freely moveable mass along the right lateral flank. CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: externally normal. 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hyuck for radish @pcypaige

v don’t ask me why ur in the same school pretend ur friends with mark or smth > ok so ur just walking with mark and talking like bffs do > then he stops and u bump into him and just ?? > but u see this ethereal human being aka hyuck who is casually talking to mark > u never knew he existed until then ;)) > u just “uh hey who is this??” > “oh sry this is my old friend donghyuck. he’s gonna go to our school now!!!”

he just looks at u bc he is already in love ofc and u just become good friends immediately > like u go out after school for food and hang out n talk about stuff > u eat ice cream and roast n joke a lot > also have those nice friendly sleepovers bc those r so much fun > and going with each others’ families over the summer on vacation > sharing fries & drinks aLL the time > “hyuck wtf i saw u with 20 yesterday” > “why spend my money when i can spend urs”

but then after a while u just love him a lot yo i mean u would right away bu t > me too > just messing around in class and he smiles n u want death > THE OTHER WAY AROUND > purposely asking for help on problems he already knows bc he wants to spend more time with u lowkey > letting u use his sweater in class if it’s even a little too cold > offering to share his lunch then smacking mark’s hand when he tries to grab extras > if u drop something he is on the floor in .2 seconds

he is rly extra n if u get in trouble for talking to him or for something else he could be blamed for > he’s gonna take it > so there he is, just sitting in detention for nothing he did bc he luvs u > ok story time > u were looking for mark to talk abt hyuck n u pass by the room he’s in > u can see him through a big ass window idk why there is one

he looks a little happy?? like wtf hyuck > u look around and in the room for anyone else and then u knock on the door and open it > and it scares the frivk out of him > u just stand there and “hyuck lets go get some food” > “but wait payj i’m in detention???” > n u just grab his tiny hand and drag him out bc he isn’t supposed to be there > and then u go spend hi s money and sit n talk to him > as ur sitting ur just casually eating and then gahoink

“i like u lol” > and u choke ofc which makes him rly worried > and then u two just cry and tell each other some nice cute things,,,”ur not as ugly as everyone else” “wow thanks hyuck” > u guys are already just f un and even closer

he takes u to a cute lil aquarium a few months later like ur first date probs bc who can afford to go to a big place when ur like 6 > then li k e he just sees u getting all happy and is so ecstatic pls give him some hugs > like u probably scream about every fish u see and he loves it > buys u some snacks bc he’s a,,,,gentleman > also buys like 40 CRA B plushies crab club he’s whipped 110% > BUYS U A BETTER MANATEE :(( IM STILL REALLY SORRY > then when u are walking around while hugging the stuffy u just realize he stopped walking with u and > u look an d he is just s o happp y > who says hyuck is a roast master he would be 100% soft

ur just ?? wtf lmao > and it turns out he loves u and likes seeing u happy more than anything and wants to give u the world > and u two just cry and hug in the middle of an aquarium place bc it was s o cute > and u are inseparable after that forever i bet om g g g g i ship this pls help soft hyuck is a good hyuck

u see lots of cute fish and i could honestly picture u naming them all donghyuck > and the ugly ones are still donghyuck > they are all hyuck > HE ISN’T UGL Y > orders fish afterwards even tho u just cried tears of joy in an aquarium > ok idk if he eats fish and thats brutal > but u two would go to a nice and cozy lil cafe > not like a coffee one but one with a lot of food those r good > lots of food too o mg

like u eat slow yeye and he will be halfway done when ur barely finishing an eighth lmao jk > but like hyuck is rly cute > he would probably get a lil bit of food on his lip or smth > and then u ask him to do a cute pose just for u and take a picture > pls send > and then u show him and he gets triggered bc he had stuff on his face > but u thought he was rly cute like that and set it as ur lockscreen honestly > he doesn’t dare to delete it bc u will fight him

i dont know what else to write but basically mark ships u and hyuck loves u and bought u 40 crab plushies and also mark is jealous bc u stole his man

#for radish #im sorry if u dont like it all #:(#i love u n hyuck #shoutout to bub s for dealing with him #nct #nct dream #haechan #donghyuck #this isnt for other people but go ahead #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct texts #nct reactions

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#152 — Saturday, March 2nd, 2019 — Ryan Ellis Photography - Detroit Street Photography Session #152 — Nikkor 24mm f/2.8 (ca. 1971) - Nikkor 55mm f/1.2 (ca. 1971) - Tokina 60-300mm SZ-X f/4-5.6 (ca. 19??)

Hart Plaza Shredded Flags - Bogeyed and Bug-Eyed - Street Preacher - Sunn Studio Detroit - Cameroonian Vacationers - Hart Plaza Flags - Harper Florist - Detroit Public Library - Detroit Institute of the Arts - Wayne State University Sign - Orange Yarn Mop - Roy R. Rowlands

Arrived @ 8 AM

Departed @ 5 PM

527 photos (and also 7 videos) taken in 9 hours with but 48 “keepers” among them, rendering a self-accepted 9.10% “success” rate at a leadenly 58.56 shots per hour (what I desire to achieve, at the least, as I cover the streets is a 10% “success” rate paired with a pace of 100 shots per hour).

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PREFACE:

A week ago (last Saturday), after my Detroit Street Session ended, I went to meet with my friend, Mr. E.P., to be a guest as he photographed folks in Highland Park at an old stamping factory. Before I knew it, I was informally assisting his efforts at his request by moving things around during the shoot, which was my humble honor. The next morning (last Sunday), at 4 AM, I awoke with the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. My neck (on the right side) felt as secure as a spiderweb thread strung above and across an inferno (my head holder was in the hands of an angry throb). I cried, though I did not cry well (crying is essentially impossible for me nowadays), and I wept like this without any comfort in sight. Ibuprofen helped somewhat in the coming days, and I healed a good bit (though noticeably not fully). I took time off work to heal, and I now face the prospect of quitting my day job on account of this horrific turn in my wellbeing. There was melancholy in imagining how I would hang a camera strap around my neck all day to do as I have done before. Today was my test. Could I keep coming back to seek my passion through the pentaprism? I thanked the Lord that it was Winter still. I thought that the cold might “ice” my wound. I wrapped two scarves tightly around my neck like a neck brace, and I took 400 mg of ibuprofen when I arrived (I could have taken more; I should have taken more; I wanted to see if I could face the pain). I made it nine-hours despite the pain, and I hope my “top ten” shots from the day are not just a point of pride for myself; I hope I still have it in me to make things others might like too.

S.D.G.

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PATH TAKEN:

Greektown - Over the past several weeks, at this juncture, I would have changed into my Carhart bib. It was around 25° F outside with 10 MPH winds in the morning, but yet it did not quite feel cold-enough to justify the extra layer. It ended up reaching around 33° F in the afternoon with the same winds. It was a beautifully live-with-able, climate-wise, day in the city I do not love (but am learning, ever so sluggishly, to appreciate).

Campus Martius Park

The Esplanade on Woodward Avenue - I experimented with my Tokina SZ-X 60-300mm f/4-5.6 lens, using the zoom in video mode to trace the light up signs on one side of Woodward Avenue reflecting on the windows of the building on the other side of the avenue. I also spied a scene with a Detroit firetruck and police cruiser with glorious steam behind them coming up from the manholes. Attempting to satisfactorily-frame a video clip with a 300mm zoom lens forces me to disdain my $20 miniature tripod and wish for a nicer alternative. There is an overpriced camera store an hour from my home that I treat like the last branch I reach for as I fall down a cliff. I suppose I will have to visit that shop soon if I am going to be able to rely on my gear to do more of what I want it to do.

Spirit of Detroit Plaza

Hart Plaza - The other day, I fell asleep with my iPhone plugged into a charger. When I woke up the next morning, both cameras on the phone (as well as the LED light) were no longer functional. As a photographer, this was a left-handed sword stuck into the gut for me, and I yearned to be able to post on my Instagram the continuation of the shredding of the American flags in Hart Plaza. I may email mayor Mike Duggan (Detroit’s seventy-fifth mayor) and a local news organization about this tattered American standard debacle.

Campus Martius Park - Last Saturday, in Highland Park, I met two men that were in the “Art Deco Society” for Detroit. Being a lover of Art Deco myself, I asked them an obvious question: “What is the greatest building in all of Detroit?” They were torn between the Guardian Building (my #1) and the Fisher Building (my #2). I walk by the Guardian Building just about every week, because it is in the heart of Downtown Detroit. The Fisher Building is a number of miles away in what is known as City Center (beyond downtown and even midtown). I decided then to hunt for the Fisher.

Fox Theatre

The LCA (Little Caesars Arena)

MOCAD

The DIA (Detroit Institute of the Arts)

The Detroit Public Library - There was an older gentleman waiting near Woodward Avenue for the library to open up for the day. He and I chatted for a minute, and I shared with him my antipathy regarding the otherwise breathtaking Italian Renaissance-style building that housed the Detroit Public Library. There were names etched into the Vermont marble near the top of the building, visible from Woodward Avenue. They were, from left to right: Aeschylus; Archimedes; Socrates; Plato; Cicero; Caesar; Aristotle; Epictetus. :—:— I was perplexed at the choices as well as the order in which the choices appeared. I do not know much about half of the named men. I do know that Socrates taught Plato, who taught Aristotle, who taught Alexander the Great. I was curious why Cicero and Caesar appeared between Plato and Aristotle. I was also curious why Alexander the Great was omitted from the listing. Certainly, Cicero was one of the greatest minds of the last twenty centuries. It is because of Cicero that I adore Latin (well, Augustine’s adoration of Cicero’s Latin writing is what made me start teaching myself Latin [it is said that to read Cicero in Latin is the closest one can get to hearing music through language]). The ultimate irony is that above the front door to the Detroit Public Library, these words are inscribed: “Knowledge is Power” :—:— I laughed with the man I met outside the library regarding what I thought was a silly disparity. How much did that building cost to erect only to have such a blunder (in my layman’s opinion)? I hope to go inside the library and seek the answer to this one day soon (I fully expect [or at least hope] to hear a sensible explanation to correct my unsatisfactory opinion of the selections and ordering of the names on the front of the library).

The Department of Mortuary Science (for Wayne State University) - It did not smell like anything outside of this building, but then again, it was a 24° F morning! Hahaha. This is as close to the Fisher as I could get. It was then 10 AM, and I had an 11 AM appointment to make with my pal, Roy. I took a photo of the yet-distant Fisher Building with my 300mm lens before releasing it from my sights. I will catch the Fisher another day!

University of Michigan Detroit Center

Mack Avenue

Milano Bakery - Arriving fifteen-minutes early, my security guard pal that looks after the bakery commiserated with me. I told him of my insane week that included the neck injury (much more craziness than what I recounted in this write-up happened, as happens sometimes). He had similar and crazier tales to trade with mine, and he left me with much encouragement. I always feel imbued with apotheosis (pretty good word) by such outright kindness; I dare say such treatment makes me a merry man (and to that, I say, “Let it be!”). Truth be told, Roy did not show much of a tan at all for having spent the previous two-weeks in Florida. He took his truck-mounted camper and Harley to a campsite in the panhandle part of the state. He met with a realtor and scoped a $150K fixer-upper in a $250K “working-class” neighborhood six-miles from the ocean. The area in which he hopes to soon reside is in the middle of several nature preserves and is largely devoid of tourists—for now (it is slowly being converted into a course of tourist traps). He plans to list his Michigan home in April and be gone not long after. I will miss him, and I told him as much a few times. He reverberated in kind in each instant.

Bert’s Market Place Jazz - I hopped in Roy’s red Mercedes, and we parked at Bert’s (I think of Bert, the owner, as the black Willy Wonka of Detroit [he is a man of wonder and universal kindness]). Peckish but picky, the two of us were; we skipped Bert’s and headed to get tea leaves at Rocky’s instead.

Rocky’s Nuts

Dearborn Fresh Supermarket - Roy took me to a favorite supermarket of his in Dearborn after complaining Rocky’s sold their loose leaf black tea for $20 a pound. It was $6 a pound at this place.

Urban Bean Co. - Roy and I had our regular beverages (he had an espresso [double shot]). I had an overpriced ginger drink.

Avalon Cafe and Bakery - I ran into a group of Cameroonian (central-African) vacationers here that were trying to locate B-Dubs. I volunteered to be their temporary tour guide to help them find the Victorian-Era (ca. 1840’s-1870’s) building that housed the largest Buffalo Wild Wings restaurant in America.

Buffalo Wild Wings - I photographed the vacationers here before heading back toward my car with the things I bought at Rocky’s. They had spent the day tracing black history through the city of Detroit. I hope their day continued with as much charm and glee as had been described to me by their chaperone.

Greektown - I had loose leaf teas from Rocky’s in a grocery bag clipped to my camera bag that I wanted to drop off at my car before making one last pass through the city. On my path back, a homeless man put a pair of brand new (still in its packaging) winter gloves in my face, offering to sell me them (I was wearing gloves at the time myself). I was disgusted. Someone likely had given those new gloves to him to keep him warm, and he preferred, rather, to make quick cash (possibly for his next score) off them. I had not seen any homeless folks yet in the day. Earlier in the week, to redirect my pain into a noble cause, I bought ten pairs of size 9-12 men’s long black socks from the dollar store that I filled with gospel tracts. “This man would have sold the socks,” I reasoned, and I walked away in sadness and bitterness having not given him anything but a brief scolding for crying wolf, as it were.

Donald “Sunn” Anderson’s art stand - For the first time in 2019, I saw my good friend, Mr. Anderson, with his art stand set up in Greektown. He told me about his brick and mortar studio space / store front and said I should check it out (it was nearby).

Monroe Street - I saw a man walking a bike down the sidewalk, which to me says “bad day” or “flat tire.” He looked familiar—like a homeless man I met last summer on a bridge in Eastern Market (also walking a [different] bike then). I asked him if his bike had a flat. He said no and added that he found the bike left under a bridge for three days and decided to take it as his own. I told him it was not his and that he should return it immediately. He said that a “known drug dealer” he knew claimed it, though the man refused to acquiesce it, since the dealer was mean. I figured the bike was stolen and that the “known” dealer was his dealer. I recalled how this homeless man told me last summer how he had just been released from a long prison sentence for a crime committed in his youth. The world had entered the Digital Age while he was locked up, and, by Providence, he had connected with a homeless service, called “Southpoint,” that provided training in computers, which resulted in his working for Dan Gilbert’s loan company. I hinted at our previous conversation from this past summer. The man claimed no knowledge of “Southpoint” and said he was never given such a job, though he admitted he was the man from last summer. He lied to me before as well as now! Feeling pity for the man, I gave him a pair of the socks I had on me. He snatched them from my hand and forcefully stuffed them into one of his front coat pockets. We parted ways, and my mind split under the weight of my naivety. I have told innumerable homeless folks since that summer meeting about this “Southpoint” resource that was nothing but a druggy’s deception.

Campus Martius Park - A faithful street preacher, named Reuben, was with his little boy plying his professed faith to the people passing his portable P.A. system. I walked up to him and told him I had great pictures of him if he would just send me a message. I handed him one of my business cards, and he smiled and apologized for not getting in touch before. I wanted to capture the man on camera before I left, so I started super close with my Nikkor 24mm f/2.8 lens and finished with my Tokina SZ-X 60-300mm f/4-5.6 lens (as zoomed in as I could muster). :—:— In my passage out I ran into a third “homeless” man with freshly-laundered folded blankets and a large smart phone and plenty of food atop a state-of-the-art walker. Judging by the quality and condition of the items he lugged, he seemed to have a home. Determined not to be fooled again, I rejected his pleas for monetary help and walked on by (albeit with a heavy heart at my coldness toward him).

Capitol Park

David Klein Gallery - I asked the kind folks at the gallery about the latest MetroTimes cover picture. It looked just like the Low Rider style of a recent showing at the gallery. They said they were not in cahoots with the magazine and lamented that fact, since it could have been excellent publicity for their recent Low Rider-themed gallery showing.

Campus Martius Park - I again photographed the street preacher and his young son. I wanted to get a shot of the two near one another with the son imitating his father. The shot in my “top ten” is as close to that goal as I could attain in the time I spent shooting there. I caved and gave the (”third”) homeless man a pair of socks, though when I tossed them at his hand, they fell short and hit the sidewalk, making him pick them up. This was an absolute accident, and I again felt bad (I am all too apologetic; am I becoming Canadian? The Windsor Hum must have buzzed my brains bonkers!).

The Hudson Site

The YMCA - Photographer, though I am, I do not look at everyone around me always. As I was on the lookout for Mr. Anderson’s brick-and-mortar studio space/storefront, a fourth homeless man passing against me in the sidewalk exclaimed at me, “Eastern MarkeT” (emphasizing the final letter in the word “market”). I looked up, startled, and I asked if he worked at Eastern Market too. He glared at me with the wildest eyes a mentally-drained man could manage, and I looked him up and down. He had on a coat that unzipped into a blanket that seems to be the universal winter uniform of Detroit’s homeless. Preoccupied with my goal of finding Mr. Anderson’s spot, I walked away without giving him another word.

Donald “Sunn” Anderson’s brick-and-mortar studio/storefront - I was amazed by Mr. Anderson’s storefront. His window art skills are fantastic.

Greektown - I saw the “fourth” homeless man (from just before) ahead of my planned path back to my car, so I ran up to meet his pace on the sidewalk and asked him what his outburst from before was about. He said I had told him there was work to be found in Eastern Market and that he had sought a job there to no avail. I apologized for his wasted efforts and told him he had done a great thing to get on with finding work for himself. I gave him a pair of socks, and he pocketed them with grace in his front coat pocket. I asked him where he was staying. He said he lived under a certain bridge. Our conversation continued through different topics. He said he had girl problems. Trying to peer-ify him, I joked back (referencing the famous Jay-Z song), “I feel bad for you, son!” The joke was lost on him; he blankly looked forward and kept walking. At right about that time, I reached Mr. Anderson’s stand and broke off to chat with him instead.

Donald “Sunn” Anderson’s art stand - I told Mr. Anderson that every self-respecting business in Detroit needs “Sunn” to shine upon its windows. He laughed. I was serious. There should be a campaign to get his art all over Detroit in this medium.

Greektown - Parting with Mr. Anderson, I caught up again with the “fourth” homeless man. I brought up his girl problems and asked what happened. He replied that a lady he had gotten with “bogeyed” him. Unfamiliar with what this meant, I asked for clarification. He loudly shouted some gibberish at me, at which point I locked eyes with a beat cop that happened at that moment in our walk to be to our right. I gave the policeman a bug-eyed look of pitying confusion about the homeless man’s outburst and walked onward. When out of earshot of the policeman, I told the homeless man that such an explosive response to a level-headed question was not socially proper and added that we were done for the time with our conversation.

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WHAT WENT ON ON THIS DAY OUT IN DETROIT?

I sought to find if I could shoot street photography despite my pain from an injury incurred exactly a week ago. I think I succeeded, though my mobility was limited. :—:— The torn American flags in Hart Plaza were still (and further) torn. Unable to post about them online at the time, I think I should email the mayor and a news organization about this embarrassment. :—:— I fell into four odd interactions with some of the homeless in Detroit today. I want to learn the best advice to pass onto them.

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“Inside baseball” concepts talked about in this Detroit Street Photography Session —

● Carhart Bib - I used to have to seek shelter from the winds and the cold more often when it got “bone-chilling” cold (~15° F) before I started wearing Carhart overalls on colder outings. This “bib” also lets you get low without dirtying your regular clothes underneath (as a tall fellow, I find extra goodness in lower angles).

● Mini Tripod - Get one. Get a good one that stays put when you set it. Learn from my mistake, and buy yourself a steady, sturdy mini tripod. I swear by mine any other time. You will get too much camera shake if you try to steady (by hand) a drooping (cheap, like mine) tripod.

● Art Deco - There are almost a dozen Art Deco buildings / structures in Detroit (The Guardian Building; The Fisher Building; The Penobscot Building; The Livingston Lighthouse; The Rackham Building; The David Scott Tower; The Federal Building; The Detroit Free Press Building; The Macabees Building; The Water Board Building). Art Deco as a style is marked by modernistic aesthetics made with luxurious materials and executed with precise and complex designs. The 1920′s may well be my favorite decade of all time, and so, I am head over heels that Detroit has so many glorious Art Deco remnants yet extant. For any photographer, I would assert, such pretty pieces make for great pictures. :—:— Wherever you find yourself shooting shots, know what is around you and why it is there and why it is important (if at all). To borrow a phrase found atop a not-Art Deco building in Detroit: “Knowledge is Power!”

● Digital Age - We are in the Digital Age (a name for the present era that our offspring may change in a lifetime [or in eight]). To be in the present means you have the past to play off of. The sixteenth-century super-genius, Martin Luther, thought he was beyond spoiled to have press-printed books to use for study (this was a vast improvement in convenience over enormously-expensive and rare hand-copied scrolls and books). We have computers (and who knows what else in coming years?). A great photographer that sells his (and his father’s) prints in Eastern Market gave me great advice when I asked for his best wisdom for pursuing photography. He asked me, “is that a digital camera you are using?” I answered affirmatively. He said, “you basically have unlimited shots, given the memory card’s capacity over and above any film camera roll, so shoot everything you want to shoot, and take multiple shots each time.” We are in the Digital Age. Be retroactive if you like, but know that there are liminal conveniences that may teach you as much or more than dated, sometimes less-convenient approaches.

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Diabetes Polar Flight, Take-Off Today!

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Diabetes Polar Flight, Take-Off Today!

I first "met" Douglas Cairns (via phone) when I interviewed him in college for a teen diabetes website. Douglas has an incredible story and I'm excited to hear he's off on another adventure!

After getting kicked out of the Royal Air Force when he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at age 25, Douglas didn't give up on his passion for flying. Living in Taiwan, he began flying with the Thai Flying Club, and later learned that it was legal to privately fly in the United States with diabetes. In 2003, Douglas launched the Diabetes World Flight (DWF), the first round-the-world flight by a licensed pilot with type 1 diabetes. The journey covered 26,300 nautical miles through 22 countries over five months in a twin-engine aircraft, and raised $26,000 for JDRF.

Today, Douglas is launching a new attempt to set a speed record to the North Pole. When we spoke recently, Douglas shared how he'll do it and why he does it. To follow his trip at home, you can visit Diabetes Polar Flight.

DM) The last time we spoke was in the mid or early 2000s, and I hear you've been breaking records since then?

I think we spoke after the around the world tour, [so around 2005 or 2006]. Since then I came back to the UK from the US in November 2007, back to London, and back to the asset management industry... I've decided to make the flying with diabetes my focus in my spare time. I've ended up doing some really exciting projects because of this. I think when we last spoke, I had probably set 5 speed records in the US and two transcontinental records.

I've broken two very, very interesting records in the US using a twin engine Beech Baron. I broke an existing record to land in all 48 continuous states in the US which, was a race against time. The last record was five and half days and we managed to break it in 4.5 days. I was really delighted with that. I had two pilots with diabetes, myself and a friend with type 2 but he's on insulin, so he has the same protocol to meet when flying.

Last year, I also broke the old record to land in all 50 states. The last record was over 15 days, and I did it in 5 days and 15 hours, so I really smashed that. I had to install extra fuel intakes to allow for a 14.5 hour flight between Hawaii and Los Angeles. I also had an official observer to record all the landings, and a technical crew member to look over all the systems.

I bet the Air Force is regretting losing you, now that you're a celebrated pilot.

I was delighted last month to receive an award for that flight from the National Aeronautic Association. They basically recognized it as one of the most memorable aviation records of 2010. It was a real honor and a pleasure. It was great to stand up for about 5 minutes and explain why I'm doing all these record flights... showing what you can do with diabetes, rather than be told what you cannot do when it comes to flying. Only five countries will allow private flying for pilots with type 1, and the US is the only country that has unrestricted pilots privileges for people with type 1 diabetes.

I'm really trying to get out positive messages. Showing what you can do and also really highlighting a key message that diabetes need not limit the scope of people's dreams and ambitions.

Tell us about the flight you're launching on April 18 (today!) to the North Pole.

I've been planning a flight to the North Pole in the Beech Baron in 2005, and nearly did it in 2006 but funding fell through. One of the benefits of going back to work was that I can help finance these trips myself now. I do have some sponsorship, but the aim is to have all the flying costs funded by private funds and sponsorships, so any donations made go directly to JDRF.

This particular project has two aims. First, to set a world speed record from Barrow, Alaska and the North Pole, and the second is to make the first-ever landing at the North Pole in a light twin engine piston parrot aircraft. We cannot find anyone who's done it before, so we're trying to register this as another unique aspect of this record flight.

But really the key aim that it comes back to is flying solo with diabetes. It'll be an endurance flight, taking 16 hours to complete. The aircraft has extra fuel tanks to allow me 20 hours of cruising time. There's also the added challenge that you're in an extremely cold, isolated environment. So we're really highlighting what you can do with diabetes when it comes to flying.

Sounds pretty dangerous / crazy...?

It's a pretty extreme project, but we've made a huge amount of preparation going into this. And I'm working very closely with an arctic aviator called Ron Sheardon. I'm hoping very much that he will have a single engine plane to fly up to the North Pole. If he does, he'll fly up ahead of me [with another person] in a single engine plane with skis on and he'll find a suitable piece of ice. That will allow me to land on a 2,000 foot strip of ice and it will be cold enough to use the breaks effectively. I've done the training in Alaska and I'm feeling comfortable enough to do it with two people on the ice, having prepared a strip beforehand. And after the training, because there are no trees getting in the way (it's the North Pole!), it should be a relatively straightforward experience. But if Ron cannot get a hold of an aircraft and prepare the ice, I'm going to do this flight solo, flying over magnetic north pole and the geographic north pole, but I won't land because the risk is just too great not having a strip prepared for me.

So how do you manage diabetes while flying for 16 hours straight, with no stops?

In fact, it's very straightforward. I'll have a supply of water, sweet drinks if my sugar's trending a bit lower, sandwiches and snack bars. The protocol is to test 15 minutes before take off, every hour while flying and 30 minutes before landing. Your blood sugar range needs to fall between 100 to 300 mg/dl. It's a very wide, workable range. If you're above 300, you need to land as soon as practical. In over 10 years of flying, not once have I gone above 300 and I have no intention of doing so. If you're under 100, you don't need to land, but you do need to ingest 20 grams of carbs.

The flying issue is really interesting, because when you're flying you can fly straight and level for quite a number of seconds with your hands off the controls. Similar to sailing, you can "trim" the controls so the plane can carry on flying straight and level. It might begin to gradually wander off, and if you're in turbulent air, that will happen. I also have an auto-pilot on the aircraft, so you can sit back and relax and just monitor your settings. It's like sitting at a kitchen table and testing your blood sugar then.

What diabetes tools do you use?

I'm delighted to have support from Roche's Accu-chek Mobile meter. It's all self-contained. A little test strip is rolled out, and the finger pricker is attached to the meter. But even if you're using a more old-fashioned meter, where you have to insert strip and have a separate finger stick, you can do it step by step. You can take your hands off the controls and do one step, and then put your hands back on the wheel.

Although it's not required, I also use a continuous glucose monitor. I'm very happy to work with DexCom and use one of their Seven Plus CGMs. The beauty of that is that I have a velcro strip on the back of that monitor and I attach it to the instrument panel so I can just press a button as often as I like to see my blood sugar levels and trends. By combining CGM and blood testing every hour, I can absolutely guarantee that I will not go low. It really works terrifically well.

Isn't the BG testing distracting?

When you're flying for a long period of time, there are certain cockpit checks and procedures you need to go through to monitor everything. The diabetes management and testing just becomes part of your cockpit test regime.

What kind of advocacy have you done on behalf of other pilots? Have any other countries begun allowing pilots with diabetes to fly?

In terms of advocacy, my main aims are to get awareness out and show what we do with diabetes, through the aviation magazines and other channels.

We have a group in the UK called Pilots with Diabetes. The aim is to really help open doors for the British Aviation Authority to become more flexible. We have been proposing ideas for commercial flying. We've attended meetings to highlight what we're doing and how we can do this. So we're quietly working away here, and anyone anywhere else can get in touch with us.

I did act as a witness for a gentleman in Australia, who was getting a consideration to fly solo in Australia. This was a number of years ago, about 2005. Funny enough, I phoned up the tribunal hearing in Melbourne or Canberra, Australia. I was just standing by my aircraft, about to hop in it, at night time by myself, over the Rocky mountains flying back to Denver. I was able to relay all this and I was delighted that the review panel decreed that that gentleman could then also fly solo.

Australia has since then amended their policies, though I don't know the exact details, but I understand they are a bit more flexible now.

In which countries are PWDs allowed to fly solo?

Now it is the US, Canada, the UK, Australia and we understand Israel as well. All the other countries outside the US have some restrictions we're aware of. In the UK, you can only fly alone in a single engine plane below a certain weight and it needs to be during daylight. Canada has similar restrictions, although you may be allowed to have one passenger. In America, there are no restrictions. You can fly what you like, where you like, whatever you like, and in whatever conditions you like as long as they're safe. In Australia, we understand that you're only allowed to fly with a safety pilot, which of course takes the freedom away to fly, and they're telling you that you're not safe unless you have a chaperone. Of course, we know this is not the case because in America, we have over 1,000 pilots flying on the system with Pilots with Diabetes, and they've been doing this safely and effectively since 1997.

Once you're done with the trip to the North Pole - which I just think is really cool, say hi to Santa for me - what are you planning on doing after that? What's the next big thing?

The next big thing is: I would like to break a record here in the UK, specifically the existing record to fly around the coast of the UK. So that's 3,500 km. I'd like to do that this summer, in a single engine aircraft. I do have other goals in mind, but I'm going to keep them quiet because I don't want anyone to get the same idea. There are more endurance records I would like to break in the US. The North Pole flight I'm doing now is setting a brand new record, since that one doesn't exist yet!

What is it about setting about world records that changes the game for people with diabetes?

For all those aviation authorities that prevent people like me from flying, setting and breaking world speed records is kind of an official way to showcase what we can do — because in their countries they wouldn't even allow a person with diabetes to sit in the plane and fly it. Setting and breaking records is a very nice way of getting recognition. It's a nice challenging project that has a nice achievement attached to it.

That's putting it mildly, Douglas! You rock. Readers: don't forget to follow Douglas at Diabetes Polar Flight.

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Anaconda, Beef, and Butt: Romeo ld 56356, 8 Yrs 75 lbs. of cuddles Manhattan ACC Easy. soft, snuggly. happy senio gentleman! A TOTAL JOY! TO BE KILLED 4/4/19 Handsome Romeo @MACC looking for his Juliet! Mellow Romeo is friendly and respectful around CATS and is friendly with small and larger dogs! We are certain that if we grabbed the old Webster’s Dictionary and looked up the word “Joy”, that Romeo’s picture would be there. In fact, we are certain that if we looked up “generous” or “good natured” or just the word “Love” itself, he would be there. Romeo is 8 years young, a big boy with an even bigger heart, who just wants to share it with everyone he meets. He loves nothing more than a lean in or a cuddle, a butt scritch or a hug. He pulls in everyone around him, a magnet for those who want to feel wanted, loved, important and special. Because ROMEO, true to his name, will make you feel like you are the center of the universe, or at the very least, the center of his world. With Romeo, you will always feel wanted, you will always feel loved, and you will ALWAYS feel important. Don’t wait another minute to add the man of your dreams to your everyday life and make it something truly special. MESSAGE our page or email us at [email protected] for assistance saving his life. A volunteer writes: Romeo,Romeo where forth art thou?...oh, there you are, snuggled against my leg and giving me head nudges! Nothing beats a sweet, smiley senior and this handsome redhead stands out in a crowd for more than just his cuddling abilities and good looks. He can be shy at first but once he warms up he's wonderfully social and loves people and other dogs, happily bouncing around in playgroup and enthusiastically greeting pups of all sizes when out for a walk. He seems very house trained and enjoys long strolls in the park and gently eating liver treats from my hand, though he did turn his nose up at my generic beef jerky. A gentleman (of Verona) has to maintain some standards! We're told Romeo was friendly and mellow in his previous home, getting along well with fellow dogs and even behaving respectfully toward cats. Come make Romeo's acquaintance for yourself and let him charm you too. Parting may be such sweet sorrow but we'll all be smiling the day Romeo says goodbye to the Care Center and hello to his new life as a beloved family pet. MY VIDEO: Romeo is a sweet senior looking for love <3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMucU-8Rdi8 Romeo and Dutchess https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-h2A_yJfRc ROMEO, ID# 56356, 8 yrs old, 75.6 lbs, Unaltered Male Manhattan ACC, Large Mixed Breed, Brown / White Owner Surrender Reason: O is moving and unable to keep P in new home Shelter Assessment Rating: LEVEL 3 No children (under 13) Medical Behavior Rating: OWNER SURRENDER NOTES - BASIC INFORMATION: Romeo is a 8 year old brown and white male large mixed breed dog. Previous owner had Romeo for abut 8 years and got him from a friend. He is surrendering him today because of moving issues. Rome previously lived with 3 adults. Around strangers, Romeo is shy and it depends on who he gets along with. He may growl at certain people or will be nice to certain people. Around children, Romeo is friendly and respectful. Romeo has been around other dogs before he is friendly with both small and larger dogs. Romeo has been around cats he is respectful and friendly. He does not resource guard food bowls toys or treats. When someone unfamiliar approaches the home, Romeo will bark and will also bark if someone approaches his owner. He has not bitten another animal or person, is housetrained and his energy level is described as medium, friendly, playful and mellow. Other Notes: Romeo has received a bath from the previous owner and he enjoys it. Romeo also allows to have his nails cut and loves to be brushed as well. he isn't bothered if he is held or restrained. Has this dog ever had any medical issues? Yes Medical Notes Romeo came to ACC with a mass on his right hind leg. He has no other known concerns or issues at this time. For a New Family to Know Romeo is a Medium energy, friendly, playful and mellow dog. Previous owner's favorite thing about Romeo is that he is friendly. Romeo enjoys playing with all types of toys. He eats both wet and dry food mixed together about once a day. Romeo gets walked in the morning time, aftenoon and night. He also has been kept indoors only. Romeo does pull when he is on the leash. INTAKE NOTES – DATE OF INTAKE, 5-Mar-2019: Upon intake, Romeo had a tense body. When approached he began to growl and bare teeth. He allowed me to walk around with him on a leash but was handled into a kennel by his owner. Minimal handling. BEHAVIOR NOTES: Means of surrender (length of time in previous home): Owner Surrender (In home for 8 years) Previously lived with: Adults Behavior toward strangers: Shy, growls at some people Behavior toward children: Friendly and respectful Behavior toward dogs: Friendly Behavior toward cats: Friendly and respectful Resource guarding: None reported Bite history: None reported Housetrained: Yes Energy level/descriptors: Romeo is described as friendly, playful, and mellow with a medium level of activity. SHELTER ASSESSMENT - Date of assessment: 6-Mar-2019 Summary: Leash Walking Strength and pulling: Moderate Reactivity to humans: None Reactivity to dogs: None Leash walking comments: None Sociability Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Highly social Call over: Approaches readily Sociability comments: Stays by assessor, nudges assessor's hand with his nose Handling Soft handling: Tolerates contact Exuberant handling: Fearful Comments: Body soft at first but becomes a bit tense and displays discomfort (tail down, lip licking) with prolonged handling. Arousal Jog: Follow (loose) Arousal comments: None Knock: No response Knock Comments: None Toy: No response Toy comments: None PLAYGROUP NOTES - DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: The previous owner of Romeo described his behavior around dogs as "friendly". Slow introductions are recommended to other calm, respectful dogs. 3/6: When introduced off leash to the female greeter dog, Romeo engages in brief running play. He later wanders the environment and sniffs. 3/11-19: Romeo greets calm female dogs politely. 3/20: Romeo is more forward when greeting, barks to solicit. 3/25: Romeo keeps only to himself. INTAKE BEHAVIOR - Date of intake: 5-Mar-2019 Summary: Tense, growled, bared teeth ENERGY LEVEL: Romeo is described as having a medium level of activity. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION: Level 3 Behavior Asilomar TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations: No children (under 13) Recommendations comments: Due to being reported to growl at some new people in his previous home, we recommend an adult only home. Potential challenges: Fearful/potential for defensive aggression Potential challenges comments: Romeo is reported to be shy with new people and growl at some of them. At the care center, he has appeared timid, tensing during some interactions. Please see handout on Fearful/potential for defensive aggression. MEDICAL EXAM NOTES: 29-Mar-2019 Progress Exam SO BAR in kennel; rises from bed and comes to front of kennel to receive scratches. EN -- eyes are clear. mucoid nasal discharge bilaterally. No sneezing or coughing A CIRDC P enrofloxacin 136mg tablet -- give 2.5 tablet PO q24h x 14 days cerenia 60mg tablet -- give 1 tablet PO q24h x 4 days 22-Mar-2019 Progress Exam Patient is BAR in kennel. Prescrotal incision is CDI. 21-Mar-2019 Spay/Neuter Summary Canine neuter Pre Medication: Buprenorphine mg/mL injectable, 2.89 mL IM, once Butorphanol 10 mg/ml injectable, 0.58 ml IM, once Dexdomitor 0.5 mg/mL injectable, 0.23 mL IM, once Induction: Ketamine 100 mg/mL injectable; 0.87 mL IM, once Propofol 10 mg/ml injectable; 1.4 ml IV, once Venous access: 20 g IV placed in RF cephalic vessel. Anesthesia notes: 12 fr. ET tube placed, maintained general anesthesia throughout procedure on variable Isoflurane and O2. Size 3 L rebreathing bag. Testicular block: 1.4 ml Lidocaine + 1.4 ml Sterile water, given pre-operatively. Intraoperative fluid administration: Intraoperative IV fluids (LRS) administered at a rate of 290 mL/hr throughout procedure. NSAID: Rimadyl 50mg/mL injectable, 2.3 mL, SQ, once post operatively, for post operative pain relief. Recovery Status: Uneventful Anesthetist/Monitor: 1575/1335 Start 1.5 tablet carprofen 100 mg sid po x days as pain management Dog Neuter Was this dog a cryptorchid? no Pre scrotal Incision Spermatic Cord Ligation with: 0 PDS Sub Q closure: 2-0 PDS Skin closure? 2-0 PDS skin glue Post Surgery Note: 9:43 AM Pre Op Exam Estimated age: 8 yr Subjective: owner surrender Observed Behavior -hyperactive, friendly Evidence of Cruelty seen -none Evidence of Trauma seen -none Objective BARH mm pink P = WNL R = WNL BCS 7/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: mild dental tartar PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, multiple masses over body- as previously described on intake, and additionally a pendulous dermal mass on ventral tail base U/G: scrotal tests CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal:not performed Assessment healthy multiple dermal masses appear quiet with no signs of ulcerations, infection, or trauma Prognosis: very good Assessment Plan: neuter SURGERY: Okay for surgery 19-Mar-2019 Progress Exam HX: CHECK GROWTH UNDER TAIL DOG HAS MANY GROWTHS INCLUDING L HL LATERAL THIGH - PEDUNCULATED MASS BAR H MSI- VENTRAL ASPECT OF PROXIMAL TAIL- PEDUNCULATED CYSTIC LIKE MASS EFFECT 10-Mar-2019 REQUESTING TRAZODONE TREATMENT TRAZADONE- 5MG/KG SIG: 200MG Q 12HRS INDEFINITELY 6-Mar-2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: ~8yrs based on O hx. Consistent with exam. Microchip noted on Intake? scanned negative. implanted by LVT History : O surrender. O is moving and unable to keep P in new home Subjective / Observed Behavior - BAR, tense, shaking, flinching with touch. Evidence of Cruelty seen - None Evidence of Trauma seen - none Objective BCS 7/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears have moderate brown exudate, AU; no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: did not evaluate due to behavior. PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: No murmur ausculted; CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful. Tense, difficult to palpate organs U/G: intact male. testicles are smooth and symmetrical. MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites; large 4 inch pink, non haired, pendulous mass along the left lateral thigh. 0.25cm pink, dermal, non haired mass along intrascapular region. 1.5inch SQ soft, freely moveable mass along the right lateral flank. CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: externally normal. Assessment multiple masses throughout body overweight otitis externa Prognosis: fair to good Plan: cytology of mass along dorsal back and lateral thigh. weight loss recommended ear cleaning claro otic, AU SURGERY: Okay for surgery +/- mass removal * TO FOSTER OR ADOPT * HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! * STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account \ Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU CANNOT GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Northern VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications.

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A Dream, Andrew Bogut, and Animals: A serious face hides a heart of gold.We LOVE this boy PRESENTING SPEED WALKER CHAMP RICO id 55215, 5 yrs. 41 petite lbs. of special. dreaming of love at the manhattan acc TO BE KILLED 3/26/19 :-( SWEETHEART RICO HAS BEEN AT THE SHELTER SINCE 2/19! All this poor boy dreams of, as he waits in his small kennel day in and day out, is for someone to pick him. He's truly a wonderful boy, and so easily overlooked! Share him far and wide, it's his turn to have a loving family. RICO is a dream walker. He trots happily by your side, so thrilled to be out and in the company of friends who simply can’t get enough of this serious faced fella who has the sweetest personality. Isn’t that always the way? The tough guy, with the heart of pure gold? He is so stinking adorable too – only 41 lbs and a face full of character. His furrowed brow, his many expressions, each one cuter than the last, he is curious about the world and everyone in it. And MG, could anyone be more fetching in a navy jacket? LOL Don’t miss out on foster or adopting this adorable, petite guy. Hurry and PM our page or email us at [email protected] for assistance. A volunteer writes: Señor Suave's got nothing on this boy! With his gorgeous, apple-cinnamon coat, perfectly-perked ears, and the most sweetly-wrinkled forehead you ever did see, Rico will make every day feel like Valentine's. We're told this sensational sweetheart previously lived well with children, enjoys snuggles, long walks, and savory snacks, and isn't a big fan of scary storms, but hey, that's what rainy cuddles are for! And while he may look forever-worried with those aforementioned wrinkles, this expert-level walker, and genuinely-gentlest gentleman's only real concern is finding someone to love forever. Could it be you? Rico is waiting in adoptions at Manhattan ACC. RICO, ID# 55215, 5 Yrs old, 41 lbs,. Unaltered Male Manhattan ACC, Medium Mixed Breed, Brown / White Owner Surrender Reason: Shelter Assessment Rating: Medical Behavior Rating: 3. Yellow AT RISK MEMO: *** POOR RICO HAS BEEN AT THE SHELTER SINCE 2/19!!!" Rico has shown deteriorating behavior while in the care center and has exhibited a low threshold for arousal. Additionally, Rico has shown resource guarding and would benefit from behavior modification and reward based training. Medically, Rico has been diagnosed with canine infectious respiratory disease complex which is contagious to other animals and will require in home care. INTAKE NOTES - DATE OF INTAKE, 2/19/2019: Rico had a loose body. He immediately approached me with a wagging tail and jumped up to greet me. He allowed me to collar him, pick him up and place him into a kennel. OWNER SURRENDER NOTES - BASIC INFORMATION: Rico is a 5 year old brown male medium mixed breed dog. Previous owner got rico from a relative and surrendered to ACC because of her medical concerns. Rico lived with 1 adult and 4 children. Around strangers, Rico is friendly and outgoing. Rico has lived around children of the ages of 11- 18 years old. He was friendly and outgoing. Rico has seen dogs around the area while on walks and he is very playful and respectful. Rico has not been around cats before. His behaviour is unknown. Rico does not resource guard food bowls toys or treats. Rico has received a bath before and he will tolerate it but will try to jump out the tub. Rico will bark if someone unfamiliar approaches the home. Rico has never bitten another animal or person before. He is housetrained. Rico has a high energy level - he is friendly, affectionate, playful and confident. Rico has never had any medical issues and has no known medical concerns. Other Notes:: Rico enjoys to be held or restrained. He has not received a nail trim from the owner. He enjoys having his paws touched but sometimes will pull away. Rico is afraid of storms, arguments and fireworks. He will hide and begin to wimper. For a New Family to Know: Rico is a High energy, Friendly, affectionate, playful and confident dog. Previous owner's favorite thing about Rico is that he is friendly and quiet. He enjoys playing with squeaky toys, chew bones and balls. He enjoys playing tug of war with a rope or fetch with a stick. He will sleep anywhere he feels comfortable. He only eats dry food. Rico does pull on the leash if outside on walks. He has been left off the leash to run free and will come back when called. He has not been crate trained. SHELTER ASSESSMENT SUMMARIES - DATE OF ASSESSMENT: 2/20/2019 LEASH WALKING Strength and pulling: Moderate Reactivity to humans: None Reactivity to dogs: None Leash walking comments: None SOCIABILITY Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Moderately social Call over: Approaches readily Sociability comments: Sniffs assessor then walks away sniffing the room, approaches when called HANDLING Soft handling: Seeks contact Exuberant handling: Seeks contact Comments: Soft body, jumps up in an attention seeking manner AROUSAL Jog: Engages in play (loose) Arousal comments: None Knock: Approaches (loose) Knock Comments: None Toy: No response Toy comments: None PLAYGROUP NOTES - DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: Rico's previous owner has described his behavior around dogs as both playful and respectful. Slow, future introductions are recommended to tolerant dogs. Limited observation around dogs has been conducted in the care center. 2/21: When introduced off leash to the female greeter dog, Rico is forward and rushes over to greet. He follows and runs after the greeter dog while attempting to mount. When the greeter dog offers correction, he continues to persist with this behavior. INTAKE BEHAVIOR - Date of intake:: 2/19/2019 Summary:: Loose body, allowed handling ENERGY LEVEL:: Rico is described as having a high level of activity. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: Level 3 Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No young children (under 5) Recommendations comments:: Due to the potential resource guarding behavior observed at the care center, re recommend a home without young children at this time. Older children that understand not to take things away from Rico can be considered. Potential challenges: : Resource guarding,Leash-biting Potential challenges comments:: During an interaction with a potential foster, Rico was chewing toys and other items and growled at the foster when she attempted to take things away from him. Please see the handout on Resource Guarding. Rico has also been observed to leash bite at times, vocalizing as he is jumping up to bite the leash. Please see the handout on resource guarding. MEDICAL EXAM NOTES 21/02/2019 DVM Intake Exam. Estimated age: Reported 5.5 years - exam is consistent with this based on dentition. Microchip noted on Intake? Scanned negative on LVT exam - MC placed at that time. History : Surrendered. No health concerns reported. Subjective: Energetic, runs into exam room. Observed Behavior - Jumps around a lot. Relaxed body, growls on scrotal palpation but otherwise allows all handling. Evidence of Cruelty seen - None. Evidence of Trauma seen - None. Objective: BAR-H, MMs pink and moist, BCS 4/9. EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted. Oral Exam: Moderate tartar esp on PMs/Ms. PLN: No enlargements noted. H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic, no coughing or sneezing. ABD: Soft, no masses palpated, not distended. U/G: Male intact, testicles S/S. MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat. CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities. Rectal: Normal externally. Assessment: Dental disease, slightly underweight. Prognosis: Good. Plan: Recommend daily tooth brushing and regular dental cleanings. SURGERY: Okay for surgery 02/23/2019 S/O pt BAR EENT – moderate clear serous nasal dis-charge, no ocular discharge, mild nasal congestion, intermittent coughing. Assessment - Suspected CIRDC “typical kennel cough”. Plan - + Move to isolation. + Enrofloxacin 10 mg/kg SID for 14 days. + 10mg/kg doxycycline PO SID for 14 days. + 2 mg/kg cerenia PO SID for 4 days. + Proviable x 5 days SID PO. + Recheck in 7 days for resolvement and return to general population. PROGNOSIS EXCELLENT 2/03/2019 Subjective Observations. Recheck CIRDC day 7. BAR in kennel; comes to kennel front to sniff and greet. EN -- eyes are clear. serous nasal discharge. occasional cough during interaction. Assessment: CIRDC. Plan: continue on current tx plan. Recheck in 3 days. 03/14/2019 H/O CIRDC. EENT- STILL HAS NASAL DC. Assessment: CONTINUES TO HAVE MILD SIGNS OF CIRDC. Plan: DOG HAS BEEN IN ISO FOR A LONG TIME. RE CHECK IN 24-48HRS. CONSIDER FOSTER CARE 3/16/2019 PT BARH, eating and drinking. EENT - moderate clear nasal discharge still present with sniffling. assessment - Mild signs of CIRDC still present. Plan - Seek foster until clinical signs resolve. 3/18/2019 Subjective Observations. recheck CIRDC. P was diagnosed 2/23, 2 days after arrival to MACC. Has been in ISO since. P continues to have clinical signs. EN -- serous nasal discharge, sniffling, sneezingduring rounds observation. Assessment: enrofloxacin 136mg tablet -- give 1.5 tablet PO q24h x 7 days. Canine Respiratory PCR panel on 3/19. 03/24/2019 interpret PCR-- NSF; (+) for canine herpes virus but is non clinical for adult dog. *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account \ Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications. Shelter contact information Phone number (212) 788-4000 Email [email protected] Shelter Addresses: Brooklyn Shelter: 2336 Linden Boulevard Brooklyn, NY 11208 Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 Staten Island Shelter: 3139 Veterans Road West Staten Island, NY 10309

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