Friends. They say it takes a village. But I’m here to tell you that it takes furiends. Because you, my furiends, helped me get through Tuesday’s Trauma.
Yes. It was traumatic. I went in for a simple cleaning and came out numbed up and sore with a throbbing jaw. In LaLaLand was I for about two days. It wasn’t fun. Don’t go there if you don’t have to.
BUT, I’m happy to report, that no eyebrows were injured as a result of the doGtor visit. In fact, the little growths around my eyes turned out to be cyst-like instead of little tumor thingeys, which meant that they could be “popped” out with no shaving, cutting or sutures. Yippeeeee!
And the price for that little luxury? A broken tooth – one of the big ones up top – that had been broken for who knows how long. That thing was so big it had to be broken into three pieces just to take it out. And the pulp cavity had been exposed!!! Ouch!! But I never knew I’d broken a tooth! The peeps didn’t either and He even brushes my teeth weekly. Who knew? Maybe He needs glasses? Or maybe it’s the stoicism of a Scottie. Pain? What pain?
Then, the fun began. You KNOW how I am with pills. I. Don’t. Take. Pills.
Or at least I didn’t until now. DOG BLESS DOCTOR ELLIOTT who told Them about hickory smoked flavored Pill Pockets. The peep said, “he likes chicken” and Dr. Elliott said, “get the hickory” flavor. She also said, “I’m going to give him a pain injection before you take him home.” Why did she do this? Because she knows I don’t do pills. Especially when I’m out of it.
That is one SMART doGtor. She should be. She went to Michigan State University vet school. Yep. That’s my girl! LOVE ME SOME DOGTOR ELLIOTT.
OK. I was in LaLaLand until THIS very morning. Yes. So I could tell you about it.
I went to see Sniglet and her peep. All was well. We had a discussion about my trauma and I got LOTS of sympathy. I’m all about sympathy. In fact, I think I’m going to work this sympathy thing for about another week or so. Because that’s how long it’s going to take for me to:
- finish my antibiotic PILLS
- finish my daily tablespoon of yogurt to help with the PILLS’ effects
- finish my antibiotic EYEDROPS – now THAT’S fun, let me tell you
- prepare for my BEING THE FATTEST I’VE EVER BEEN IN MY LIFE
Now, furiends, the fun begins. Because my weight is at an all time high and is unacceptable for a healthy life.
That’s another story.
One can only deal with a handful of things at a time, yes?
Thank you for everything. All the blog comments, all the love and all the POTP!
You really had my back. But I’m still trying to figure out why my lead and ankle bandage were pink. Come to think of it, though, the color looked kind of nice on me.