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Panic! at the Vet

Early this morning, Jack and I went to the vet.  He was supposed to get a steroid shot (he has a chronic inflammatory condition) and, if the vet had time, his annual checkup.  She had time.

One good thing that came out of the checkup was that I got an explanation for why Jack likes to extend his right foot to one side, in "cat yoga" positions like this one:



Apparently his kneecap is loose.  If you have ever had a small dog, you probably know all about that.  It's endemic among poodles, I'm told.  And sticking his leg out is apparently his way of trying to manage it.

There's surgery you can get for this, but we don't have any reason to think Jack is actually suffering as things stand.  He's at higher risk for arthritis, so he's going on chondroitin (sp?) chews.

BUT.  The big thing that happened, wasn't that.  Things took a dramatic turn for the worse while he was getting his annual rabies shot.

Somehow - I didn't see how it happened - a squeeze bottle of alcohol was knocked over, and dribbled or squirted right into Jack's eye.

OUCH.  The vet rushed off to get saline solution, and they flushed his eye.  This -- water in his face -- was about as welcome as you'd expect.  Jack struggled (the vet assistant was already holding him down) and wailed.

Next came an ointment.  Finally, there were eye drops:  3 times a day, or as often as we could get them in.

But I am not a good cat wrangler, and Jack was already highly agitated.  So the vet is keeping him at the animal hospital for the weekend.  If nothing else, they've got multiple people on site, and sometimes numbers help when you are dealing with an upset cat.

I'm calm now (this was all about eleven hours ago) but it was upsetting to witness.  I can only imagine what it was like to go through.  My poor kitty.

I can tell he's not here.  I miss him.

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wickedgillie
Jul. 10th, 2016 01:12 am (UTC)
Good lord! Poor Jack! Poor you!
np_complete
Jul. 10th, 2016 05:10 pm (UTC)
My poor kitty boy is REALLY going to hate going to the vet, after this!

At least he got his shots and we don't have to repeat this. (Although we will have to draw some blood later, for tests.) But I can only imagine what it felt like, to be held down, have alcohol splashed in your eye, and then salt water poured over your face.

My friend lolaraincoat sometimes talked about her cats' conviction that the vet office is a "terrible place, where they EAT cats!" Jack probably feels the same. Unlike my previous cat, Jack actually has a long-term memory.



Edited at 2016-07-10 05:17 pm (UTC)
wickedgillie
Jul. 10th, 2016 07:00 pm (UTC)
LOL!

When does he get to come home?
np_complete
Jul. 10th, 2016 08:40 pm (UTC)
Tomorrow afternoon. Which reminds me that I should probably cancel my rehab/chiro visit, since pick-up time is right in the middle of that.

wickedgillie
Jul. 10th, 2016 09:19 pm (UTC)
Probably!!
np_complete
Jul. 10th, 2016 09:29 pm (UTC)
Glad you replied: I saw the message and thought, "Oh, that's right! I was just about to do that, and I didn't!"

Done now: I left a message.
wickedgillie
Jul. 10th, 2016 09:39 pm (UTC)
Yay!

Anything else new and exciting? I've been busy teaching, gardening, and making soup. Oh, and cleaning. Lots and lots of deep cleaning.
np_complete
Jul. 10th, 2016 11:29 pm (UTC)
Not really! I did have a houseguest over the weekend of the 4th, which was fun.

And my last day at this job assignment will be this week.

And I've taken care of various small issues:

- fixed a very annoying desktop computer problem;
- got the caller ID box to work again;
- cleaned and prepped the mini-coffee maker and put it under a cozy for if I ever use it again;
- put various things that had been out FOREVER back where they belong, in some cases inventing a "place where they belong" for them.

Which reminds me that I have some unused space-saver bags, and I should put the spare sheets in them now that they're out of the dryer. Voila! A barely-apprehended problem, solved!
postynotedreams
Jul. 10th, 2016 05:29 am (UTC)
Oh! Poor baby!
np_complete
Jul. 10th, 2016 05:13 pm (UTC)
Yeah: once it happened, there was nothing to be done but what they did: flush his eye with saline and put in medications. But what a trauma for him!

I miss him. He's often a quiet presence, but you can tell, sometimes, when he enters a room on "little cat feet". Just the tiniest little sound of kitty feet on carpet.

I am also pleased that they don't seem to have charged me (so far) for anything they used to treat him. I would be very tempted to protest: this was THEIR FAULT and shouldn't have happened.
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