Things after surgery didn't go as smoothly as I'd hoped. I got a call a few days later from Doom saying that Ti was bleeding badly from his sutures. A panicked call later to the doctor and I had Doom drop him off at the hospital. Later that day I found out he had to stay at the hospital for an indefinite amount of time because some tissue was potentially necrotic... and he needed hydrotherapy. I cried when I visited him that night, it just was so sad for him to have to stay there... he hates it there, he whines and cries and there's a terribly empty hole in my house when he's not there. Even Feivel seems down. They have him on stronger antibiotics... I checked him the next day, and today, and his incision site looks better, less swollen, less fluid leakage. I'm glad there's improvement, cause I was scared... I've never been so depressed before. Ever. And I don't think I've ever cried so much either. I didn't want to see anyone, I didn't want to leave the house, I skipped a day of classes. I don't care if I seem silly, crying over a hospital stay, but I'd rather be under the knife 1000 times before putting my dogs under.
Come home soon <3
So for now, I know he's safe being confined to a kennel because at the house he would run around and roll over and shake too much, threatening to rip his sutures. I can't wait for him to come home... It's been rough. I don't know who's more upset, me or him. I feel like when I visit him I make him even more sad, so I just quickly checked his stitches and left today before he got too upset.
Now I'm going to a Halloween shindig thing that I don't particularly want to go too... But I thought I'd update on him, as much as I want to disappear from the world.
That's right, my baby boy had surgery on his back to remove a cyst. He's had the cyst for awhile, but all of a sudden it got irritated, presumably because it kind of ruptured underneath the skin. I was told he was a whiny baby at the hospital, crying about everything. I already knew he'd be like that, but I love him anyways. I took him in early, took his weight and temperature and held him while they drew blood, and then I left! I picked him up in the evening and listened to him whine the whole way home. Poor baby. I was feeling down the whole day while he was at the hospital, my house just doesn't feel right without him there. Feivel of course was right there with me but still... not the same.
I'm glad the cyst is gone now, though, and hopefully he'll heal up soon and stop being such a whiny baby.
I can't believe this semester is just about halfway over already! Time flies, which mean the stress of finals is steadily approaching. I'm hanging in there as far as my classes go, but I really need to remain focused or it can just as easily slip out of my fingers.
Shadowing has been going good, I'm slowly learning more about small-animal-hospital life. I've seen a couple surgeries now, but mostly just routine stuff comes in when I'm there.
I've been thinking more and more about my plans for the future, which includes doing some more research on schools (I envy those pre-med students with the hundreds of school choices...), realizing what I need to do academically to prepare, and scheduling an appointment with my pre-professional adviser to finally hammer out what I really want to do next year (do I want to apply? do I want to wait?) As far as schools are concerned, I've felt some pressure to look for schools with lower tuition rates, because although I'm naive and don't know much about debt and such, I want to try and be as responsible as possible for me and my boyfriend. Unluckily for me, unless I get accepted into the WICHE program (which will pay for the difference for the out-of-state and in-state tuitions at some of the universities here in the western US) all the schools seem to be really expensive.
Besides all that, I've got a watercolor painting that's been sitting in my room for a couple of weeks, but I don't think I'll have time to complete it for quite a while! Ah, college life. I'm already regretting the time used to write this post, so I'm gonna go study now.
Work... what can I say? Things have been ridiculous at the hospital and it is a combination of overworked techs, a new doctor with confidence issues, and general hostility and drama with everyone else. I'm sooo tired of being angry... this is the place I work and shadow at, why is it so unprofessional?! I'll feel better after a few days, but for now, I'm stressed and tired and ready to just go off. There was an emergency today, which isn't a big deal except we all got yelled at for not knowing where things are... like where vials of drugs are and where needles are and where oxygen masks are... Kennel staff aren't trained to know where this stuff is. I got to see this doctor (just graduated) panic because she couldn't handle the situation. When the other doctor came in later though, things got fixed and everything was fine (for the dog). Then on top of this I've got a coworker trying to say that since he's got the most experience, that he's in charge of us. Umm... I've been working here 3 months and I've never heard this.
So, yeah... starting to wonder... are all animal hospitals like this?!