Last Sunday around 11 P.M. I walk into my bedroom to find Maddy and Marly calmly sitting on my bed looking as innocent as can be. However, innocent they were not. Marly had been chewing on Maddy’s cone and it was halfway off. I decided since the next morning would have been day 7 to go ahead and take it off as those cones are such a nuisance.
Nuisance or not now in retrospect I should have left it on seeing how those two pups are so rambunctious. Monday evening I notice Maddy’s right eye doesn’t quite look right, it’s all red and puffy. It’s too late to call the vet so I call first thing Tuesday morning. Mind you mornings for me start at 10-11 am. The vet who did her surgery won’t be back in town until Wed, a whole week away. I make the appointment and decide I need to put the cone back on Maddy.
Mind you the cone was all chewed up and I had put it in the recycling. It comes out of the recycle bag and with silver duct tape I commence to repair the cone to make it safe to wear.
And I use a giant pink shoe lace to tie it around her neck.
Now, when Maddy is wearing the cone Marly takes it upon herself to beat up on her sister who is pretty much defenseless. Now I have to go back to keeping them separated. Oh Fun-NOT.
Today Wed, I have a face painting job which means I am getting up at the god forsaken hour of 8:00 A.M. I know some of you are saying, really 8:00 A.M. ? Yes, I get that for normal people 8:00 A.M. is normal could even be considered sleeping in-not for me. I have an hour and 15 mins to get out the door head for work when I notice Maddy’s eye is worse.
So worse, that it looks like her eyeball is going to come out of its socket. I can barely look at it–geez what kind of mother am I that I can’t look at my kids injury without getting squeamish?!
On the way back from face painting I call the Vet and tell the receptionist that someone has to take a look at her eye and tell me if it can wait for her surgeon to get back into town or if something has to be done right away. They said bring her in but I may have to wait a while–not a problem I said.
Of course, I am feeling all guilty like it’s my fault. And isn’t it? After all, I am the one who took off the darn cone in the first place. Did her sutures break-my fault-vet said it was possible without the cone. Is her eyeball going fall out? Is it an infection? It’s on the same side as the lymph node infection–ok not my fault–but is her going to get infected and they have to take it out and she is going to be blind. I know the men reading this think I am being absurd with an imagination in over drive. The women, the mommas reading this know I am being perfectly logical.
I get home I put my blouse and vest on the kitchen table. I just want to make some quick pasta in the event I have to wait a couple of hours since breakfast was hash browns and muffin from Mickey D’s. When all of a sudden my older cat, Gracie starts to pee on the table on my blouse. Seriously?!!! I just wanted to grab a quick bite so I could run off to the vet. Argh– Cat pee–Oh my goodness. Anyone with cats knows it’s almost impossible to get out cat pee. I grab blouse and put it under running water in the bathroom sink–to be laundered later on this evening. Then I start to wipe cat pee of the dining table–there goes the end of my future dinner parties. I wipe off the cat pee, I use Fabuloso, and then I spray it with the expensive animal enzyme cleaner thing that I have. I don’t think I could ever wash that table enough times now. And of course in the back of my mind is the thought that my dog’s eye is going to fall out.
Finally we get to the vets and the wait is not that long. The nurse/vet tech takes Maddy to the back. Apparently Maddy pooped on the table while the docs were taking a look at her–hmnn seems to be the theme of the day. She tells me that it looks like the eye is swollen, no it’s not falling out of her head, no she is not going to go blind. Relief but it may have to be re-corrected as there is always a percentage of cherry eye surgeries that have to be re-done. Oh and at what cost? It’s not like the first surgery was that cheap by the way. She said I would have to talk to the vet and work something out. Nice…………….. No seriously it would be nice if the vet could work something out.
So the cone is back on for another week–so not coming off no matter how sorry I feel for Maddy. And I am running off to the store because I am in dire need of a big piece of chocolate cake.