Recovery II
(Warning: More graphic images ahead!)
In the 48 hours leading up to the surgery, I slept about three hours. I would have all these worst thoughts about what could go wrong, and proceed to cry myself to sleep, have nightmares about all these worst thoughts about what could go wrong, and then wake up crying.
So I guess one of the things I was grateful for, post-surgery (apart from the obvious joy of having Rocky back), was that I'd finally be able to sleep in peace. Or so I thought. Rocky had other plans.
No food or water for the rest of the night, the vet'd said. I looked it up online; it didn't occur to me to ask her why when we were at the clinic. Any food or drinks before or after surgery would cause nausea, vomitting, and diarrhoea. Fair enough.
Of course, it didn't matter that I understood, the point is that Rocky didn't. He was parched from fasting since the night before his surgery, and was going to get water even if he had to stay up the whole night begging. I tried to explain to him the irony of barking through the night when he was thirsty, but he was having none of that. I was surprised the neighbours didn't come knocking.
5 AM: Long enough, I reasoned. I got him his bowl of water, which he proceeded to gulp down and throw up. It broke my heart when he looked at me with those eyes -- you didn't tell me this was going to happen, they seemed to say. Very funny, Rock. In any case, that seemed to do the trick; he stayed far away from his bowl afterwards.
He finally went to sleep at 6:13 AM. Yuh-huh. Count those hours. It's a good thing that I didn't have classes today, although I can't speak for the rest of the family.
It's dark, I know. I didn't want to disturb him with the flash, and Picasa can only do that much.
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Cleaning Rocky's wound. That's just one of the scars -- but it's the longest one. He has another one across his chest.
Seeing as how this is going, I might have to rename my blog "The Rocky Chronicles" or something.
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I should have done this earlier, but Ihope guess it isn't too late; I'll be sure to send a card their way. Much thanks to the folks at Vet Practice. You have saved me in ways that you don't even know. :)
In the 48 hours leading up to the surgery, I slept about three hours. I would have all these worst thoughts about what could go wrong, and proceed to cry myself to sleep, have nightmares about all these worst thoughts about what could go wrong, and then wake up crying.
So I guess one of the things I was grateful for, post-surgery (apart from the obvious joy of having Rocky back), was that I'd finally be able to sleep in peace. Or so I thought. Rocky had other plans.
No food or water for the rest of the night, the vet'd said. I looked it up online; it didn't occur to me to ask her why when we were at the clinic. Any food or drinks before or after surgery would cause nausea, vomitting, and diarrhoea. Fair enough.
Of course, it didn't matter that I understood, the point is that Rocky didn't. He was parched from fasting since the night before his surgery, and was going to get water even if he had to stay up the whole night begging. I tried to explain to him the irony of barking through the night when he was thirsty, but he was having none of that. I was surprised the neighbours didn't come knocking.
5 AM: Long enough, I reasoned. I got him his bowl of water, which he proceeded to gulp down and throw up. It broke my heart when he looked at me with those eyes -- you didn't tell me this was going to happen, they seemed to say. Very funny, Rock. In any case, that seemed to do the trick; he stayed far away from his bowl afterwards.
He finally went to sleep at 6:13 AM. Yuh-huh. Count those hours. It's a good thing that I didn't have classes today, although I can't speak for the rest of the family.
It's dark, I know. I didn't want to disturb him with the flash, and Picasa can only do that much.
***
Cleaning Rocky's wound. That's just one of the scars -- but it's the longest one. He has another one across his chest.
Seeing as how this is going, I might have to rename my blog "The Rocky Chronicles" or something.
***
I should have done this earlier, but I
posted by Laughingcow at 11:49 pm
2 Comments:
glad to know he's doing well! you're the epitome of love & devotion...
and w.r.t. ure earlier post, of course it's possible to love someone / something more and more each day! :o) probably feel Rocky's more a part of you because of this incident than ever!
Thanks! :) Errrrr, not so sure about the epitome of... what? Heh, I think we all try our best when we have to. ;) I have to say that all the time I was running damp cotton wool along those stitches, my hair was standing on end... =|
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