Earlier this week, I called Presidio Veterinary Hospital and set up an appointment for Smidgen and Toby to get their shots and establish them with a new doctor. I'm running three months behind on the vaccinations, thanks to health and financial issues. But, I finally was able to get the ball rolling on it today.
Mama carted the asshole (Toby), the stoner (Smidgen), and the sourpuss (me) up to the vet's office. Everyone there was super friendly, and very helpful.
It was a good thing I took them, too, because Toby had started coughing pretty badly a couple of days ago. It turns out he has bordetella! How the hell did that happen? I know I was late with the bordetella vaccine, but he hasn't been around any other animals, except for Smidgen. I got him some medicine for that.
What's really distressing right now, though, is the doc found a tiny cyst or tumour in the corner of Smidgen's eye. It's going to cost out the arse to have it removed, so I'm gonna have to put that off for at least another month, and probably have to go crying to the Mother Unit to help me. If the growth is malignant, I'm going to lose my shit, I swear to Christ. Smidgen is like my child. The only good quality I have is Smidgen. I'm terrified.
Dr. Heather Loveland is a wonderful doctor, from all I witnessed today. Her assistant, Nick, is also fantastic. I could tell that they both deeply love our furred fellow Earthlings. Even though I miss Dr. Patch and his crazy crew like mad, I'm confident that Dr. Loveland can handle my bebbehs. It's just a matter of drudging up the fundage from somewhere, somehow.
GAH! I can't bring Iggy home until Shmoop has her boosters next week. Good news is the doc is working with me, so all is still well. I've had so many cat issues lately, it's a wonder I haven't grown whiskers.
On the way out of the house with Shmoop, I enjoyed the lovely sensation of a raindrop plopping in my ear. By the time I was at Dr. Patch's for an hour, I had that weirdo pressure thing going on in my head, like when you go up to the mountains and you need to pop your ears. The only problem is, I can't pop my ear! I have this dollop of water floating around in my head and can barely hear out of my left ear. Oh, the misery!
No BSG tonight. I may turn in early. After spending 2.5 hours at the vet's office and developing some strange version of swimmer's ear, I need a long lie down. And I'm gonna have one, dammit. No one can dissuade me!
On the way out of the house with Shmoop, I enjoyed the lovely sensation of a raindrop plopping in my ear. By the time I was at Dr. Patch's for an hour, I had that weirdo pressure thing going on in my head, like when you go up to the mountains and you need to pop your ears. The only problem is, I can't pop my ear! I have this dollop of water floating around in my head and can barely hear out of my left ear. Oh, the misery!
No BSG tonight. I may turn in early. After spending 2.5 hours at the vet's office and developing some strange version of swimmer's ear, I need a long lie down. And I'm gonna have one, dammit. No one can dissuade me!
