Another surgery?!?!?!?

I got a bad news. I need another surgery. I can’t believe this is happening…

We went for post surgery checkup on Monday. Dog said the bone popped. The bone?!?! My bone?!?! How did this happen? When did this happen? We thought I was healing nicely. Mom was worried about suture band breaking off but the bone? The bone?? Doc said it was extremely rare. Unheard of.

Mom knew Lateral Suture Technique was usually for small dogs but he was so confident… When did this happen? Right after the surgery? During checkup?

The thing is I went back right after surgery because it was red. They said it was ok. And then the week after the surgery I went back again because I developed seroma. They said warm compress 3~4 times a day. So we did and it went away. We followed all orders and I was confined. Mom was watching me 24 hours a day.

Doc said we don’t have to worry about the cost of next surgery. Gee I really hope so. My humans are starving. We’re in debt.

Another surgery… Dog help me…*sobs*

Mom’s depressed. She’s mad, sad, worried, going a little paranoid. How she wishes it was her, instead of me…

So, another surgery next week. Doc’s gonna do either another suture or TPLO this time.

Sorry for the bad news.

*woof*

Confined… *whiiiiiine*

Convalescing.. recuperating.. whatever.. I am confined! This is so not happening..

On the day of my surgery the surgeon doctor did something while I slept. When I woke up I found I was NOT home. I cried and cried and cried and cried. All night long. Mom wanted to come down so bad but she didn’t in the end because she’d have to leave eventually and it’d be harder for both of us. But she came to see me early next morning. I was still crying. I was so happy to see her. I peed a lot. I saw a rabbit too. I tried to chase it. She said no. She gave me some food. I drank gallons of water and wanted more. They said no. She left. I cried.

5 hours later they called mom and said I was ready to go home. I came home. HOME!!! Wait. What is this? I have to be confined? Inside this play pen thingy? When did mom get this? This sucks..

Mom had to be inside the pen with me for a while. Good thing she’s small. I moved to the bathroom at night so I could see mom in bed.  I still cried and cried.

So she’s camping out in the living room these days. She sleeps right by my prison. I mean my pen.

The one silver lining out of the dismal situation is food. She’s been cooking all my favorite food. *drools*

 

*Bonus pic*

Is Pebbles throwing tantrum because she’s feeling a bit neglected? or…..

Surgery?

Wish me luck. Mom says I’m having a surgery on my knee tomorrow.

WHAT???

Last Moday I went to the vet for titer, for my valley fever. Doc found something on my right rear leg. Some soft spot around the joint and a bony protrusion thingy. She said ‘let’s see what the blood work says. It might be valley fever related'. So we waited. Mom ate her nails. Result came back on Wednesday. Valley fever level is same, not better, not worse. So Monday we did X-ray. I was woozy.

 

We came home and waited. I slept. Mom ate more of her nails. Vet called. She thinks it’s all valley fever related. Ok. Then she said I needed ACL surgery on my left knee. 2 referrals. First one says TPLO surgery. But the other one says because of my kneecap (luxating patella) he thinks lateral suture technique is better for me. So he can fix both at once. Makes sense, huh?

Mom already ate half of her thumb. She won’t have any nails by the time I come home. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE we will sleep apart. Poor mom.

Wish me luck.

*woof*