The Week That Would Not Give Up: Luna’s Takeover 🐾

Content Notes / Trigger Warnings: medical trauma, seizures, MCAS reactions, medical gaslighting and access barriers, emotional distress.

🐾 Luna Here. I’ve Got the Floor.

Hi.
It’s me.
Luna Bean.

Medical alert service dog.
Professional watcher of vibes.
Sassy Australian Cattle Dog with strong opinions.
Enforcer of naps.
Supervisor of chaos.
Ball chaser extraordinaire.

If you are reading this, congratulations.
You made it into the Den.
That means you are under my supervision now.

This is The Crippled Cryptid.
It’s where my human, Sky, comes to tell the truth.
Sometimes that truth is soft.
Sometimes it bites.

This week bit. Hard.

Before we begin, I need you to know a few things:

1. My human is not dramatic.
2. My human is not weak.
3. When I say a week was bad, it was bad.

I did not get to go everywhere I was needed.
That matters.

On Today’s Menu: The Week That Would Not Give Up

Some weeks do not listen when you tell them to stop.
They keep pushing.
I do not like those weeks.

Monday: The Place That Should Have Known Better

Monday was shot day.

The shots help keep the monster quiet.
The monster called MCAS.
The monster does not like being ignored.

The building smelled wrong.
Very wrong.
Paint. Chemicals. Danger.

I was not there.

This was not my human’s choice.
This was one of the places that said I could not come.
Even if Uber would have allowed it, the allergy office does not allow dogs.
Even service dogs.

They were wrong.
And careless.

My human got dizzy.
Her skin reacted.
Her head hurt.
She smiled anyway.

Humans do that when they should be sitting down.

It lasted long enough.

Long enough for hives.
Long enough for nausea.
Long enough for fear.

If I had been there, I would have told her to sit.
I would have blocked her path.
I would have told everyone else to wait.

I was not there.

Even though the ADA says allergies are not a reason to deny service dogs.
I know this.
I am trained.

My job is very important.

I wish more people knew that.

Fresh Air Is Sometimes Medicine

After that, my human and M&M chose walking for a little while over another car.

Their first Uber of the day was not good.
Good choice.

It was warm for January.
Suspicious, but acceptable.

My human had their cane.
M&M had my human.
This is how packs work.

They rested.
They played a phone game with creatures.
This counts as recovery.

They ate.

My human tried fish.
I am proud of her.
Even if I did not get any.

Thrift Store: Acceptable Distractions

The thrift store was better.

My human used the wheely chair.
Good choice.

They found clothes.
They found comfort.

They found things for me.

A blue collar with flowers.
It fits.
I look very good.

A sweater with rainbow paws.
It is warm and important.

They removed the unsafe ribbon.
Because my humans are smart.

They also found a scooper.
Because some nearby dogs are rude.
We do not touch rude dog things.

Tuesday: Barking, Friends, and a Seizure

Tuesday was supposed to be calm.
I do not trust days that promise that.

Mama’s older brother Matthew came over.
I barked.
This is tradition.

I also brought him toys.
This means he is approved now.

Before that, something bad happened.

A phone call.
Voices that would not stop.
Stress smells sharp.

My human seized.

I was there.

I did not bark.
I did not panic.
I stayed close.
I watched.
I waited.

This is my job.

The doctor will run more tests.
The medicine may change.
I supervised that conversation too.

Wednesday: Cold Toebeans and Phone Call News

The weather turned cold again.
My toebeans noticed immediately.
They are unhappy.

This back-and-forth weather is not kind to Mama.
It is also not kind to M&M.

Both have the sniffles.
Both have the head pains.
Both decided not to make dinner.

This was fine.

There were leftover pork chops.
No one has ever been mad at a good leftover pork chop.

There was a phone call with Aunt Lise.
We love Aunt Lise.

She told us about how she makes bagels.
This happened because M&M made Mama bagels.

The asiago kind.
From Costco.

They had cream cheese.
One side had triple berry.
One side had peach.

Mama was very happy.
I could tell because she made the good noise.

Later, there was more phone news.

Mama is officially allowed to take Keppra once a day now.
The neurologist finally called back.

Mama thinks this only happened because she yelled at his office.
She may be correct.

After another seizure and no response, she was very angry.
She had every right to be.

That night, Mama and M&M watched the new episode of Fallout.
There will be no spoilers here.

I will only say there was yelling at the television.
This suggests dissatisfaction.

Thursday: Medicine That Tastes Bad and Plans Ahead

Matthew is supposed to come over again soon for game night with BJ.
BJ is the Yard Yeti.
He is also my best friend.

Matthew does not yet have a nickname.
Mama says this is because I have only recently stopped yelling at him.
I think this means he is being promoted.

Mama and M&M are still not feeling well.
The sniffles remain.

Tonight they were supposed to make tacos and switched to frozen pizzas from Costco at the last minute.
This is morale.

Something good also happened.

The new Animal Crossing update came out.

This made M&M very happy.
Happy smells warm.
Like blankets and focus.

She wants all of the Zelda things for her island.
She talked about it a lot.

I listened.
I approved.

M&M had to take Buckley’s.
Mama teased her.

Buckley’s is a cold medicine from Canada.
Its motto is that it tastes bad but works.

M&M says the first time she tried it; she screamed.
I believe her.

More phone calls happened.
Some of them were important.

Mama heard back from the CT department.
That scan is next week.

She also heard back about the EEG.
That one is February 6th.

Mama is not pleased about having things glued to her head for three days.
She does not like glue in her hair.

Sometimes we do things we do not like.
I know this.

It is colder today than it was yesterday.
My toebeans do not approve.

But I have paw balm.
And my polar bear sweater.

I am warm.
That is important.

🐾 Closing the Den (I’m Still Watching)

That was the week.
It did not win.

My human is tired, but still here.
M&M is steady.
I am alert.

If you are reading this from Bed Jail™, please adjust your position and hydrate.
This is not a suggestion.

If you’re lucky, you might find a ball nearby.
Play.
It is allowed.

Thank you for sitting with us.
Thank you for believing us.

You are safe here.

–Luna Bean (with Sky nearby)

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