Wednesday, November 7th, 2007 • 2 Comments on Nothing Says Christmas Like Butt Surgery
My dog needs butt surgery.
Okay, there, I said it. How embarrassing for him, right? As if he cares.
No, I’m the one that gets to explain how I took him to the vet a couple weeks ago for allergies and discovered that he had… er… a situation in his hindquarters. Our fabulous vet took care of that situation and reported there was still much swelling and a possible growth in the area. We were sent home with a course of antibiotics (and a recommendation for Benadryl for the allergies—go figure).
Two weeks later, we were back at the vet this morning to see if things were improved. I had joked that he better not have something that requires surgery because I could not deal with it. Guess what?
Yeah, he needs surgery.
The scary part is that it might be cancer, which is why the vet is recommending surgery. The secondary reason for surgery is that the swelling/growth is clearly bothering him and, she believes, causing him pain. Butt pain. Pain in the butt. Ouch. That’s gotta suck when you’re a dog and rather fond of that particular area.
I told the vet, straight up, I can’t deal with this. I can’t deal with the diabetic, barely-walking kitty, the other three kitties (one of whom is 17 and losing weight at a frightening rate and another who is systematically de-furring herself, most likely because of allergies—both will be going to the vet in short order, as well) and a dog who needs surgery and post-op care. So, she gave me another course of antibiotics and prednisone for the allergies (because the Benadryl alone just isn’t working) and sent me on my way. We are to go back in two weeks, at which time we will most likely be scheduling surgery over the Christmas holidays when Jay will be here to help with the post-op dog. Fun for him, hmm? Oh yes. But I just can’t deal with all of this alone right now.
I know my low threshold for veterinary issues is due to this stupid freakin’ cold I’m still dealing with. I have my own doctor’s appointment next week (though I suspect my pets receive better care than I do), but I’m truly hoping to be fully recovered by then. I haven’t felt physically good in at least ten days. This is not acceptable. It is November, dammit.
I guess it could be worse. I could be the one who needs butt surgery.