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Nov. 21st, 2011 10:11 pmMr Dog had surgery last Tuesday for his ACL - lateral stabilization.
The first few days were miserable, but manageable.
Friday, his leg started to swell. Saturday it was significantly swollen and was red. Thought it was irritation because he had licked it. Sunday it was very swollen and purple bruised.
Today, we went back to the surgeon. To give you an idea how bad it is now, people kept asking me if he'd been hit by a car in the waiting room. Once we got in to see the doctor (who I'm in love with) she just sat down, with an exclamation of "well, I never!"
It's Bailey. Of course he'd illicit that reaction.
We went over the schedule - how much movement he's allowed, what food he's been eating, drugs, waste management, sleep cycles, everything. He has a case of "pitting edema" - they don't really know why. Best guess is that he's allergic to his sutures, which he gets out next week. They pumped him full of doggie Lasix, gave me doggie Lasix pills to give him for the next four days, shot him full of lasers and painkillers and sent us home, hoping that purging his system of the excess fluids will break the cycle of the fluid build up.
She emphatically stated she had *never* seen this happen in a routine lateral stabilization case. I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that he is a carrier of the bacteria that gives him hot-spots like clockwork - that it got in the incision and is now running rampant sub-dermal. But he's on killer antibiotics, so what do I know?
FYI - Dog who's down to 3 legs needing to use the bushes ever 30 minutes is the definition of unfun.
This morning, I had an... unfortunate... meeting at work. Seems the powers that be are trying to eff with my process again, and never bothered to tell me. Or my boss, as I discovered with the prerequisite WTF phone call.
I've been riding the high and fine line of anxiety all day. Keeping it together with a subsonic string of profanities and nerves. But now, I'm ready to pass out.
Tonight does not bode well for decent sleep if we're going to be up every 2 hours.
Bless you people with infants - don't know how I'd do it.
The first few days were miserable, but manageable.
Friday, his leg started to swell. Saturday it was significantly swollen and was red. Thought it was irritation because he had licked it. Sunday it was very swollen and purple bruised.
Today, we went back to the surgeon. To give you an idea how bad it is now, people kept asking me if he'd been hit by a car in the waiting room. Once we got in to see the doctor (who I'm in love with) she just sat down, with an exclamation of "well, I never!"
It's Bailey. Of course he'd illicit that reaction.
We went over the schedule - how much movement he's allowed, what food he's been eating, drugs, waste management, sleep cycles, everything. He has a case of "pitting edema" - they don't really know why. Best guess is that he's allergic to his sutures, which he gets out next week. They pumped him full of doggie Lasix, gave me doggie Lasix pills to give him for the next four days, shot him full of lasers and painkillers and sent us home, hoping that purging his system of the excess fluids will break the cycle of the fluid build up.
She emphatically stated she had *never* seen this happen in a routine lateral stabilization case. I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that he is a carrier of the bacteria that gives him hot-spots like clockwork - that it got in the incision and is now running rampant sub-dermal. But he's on killer antibiotics, so what do I know?
FYI - Dog who's down to 3 legs needing to use the bushes ever 30 minutes is the definition of unfun.
This morning, I had an... unfortunate... meeting at work. Seems the powers that be are trying to eff with my process again, and never bothered to tell me. Or my boss, as I discovered with the prerequisite WTF phone call.
I've been riding the high and fine line of anxiety all day. Keeping it together with a subsonic string of profanities and nerves. But now, I'm ready to pass out.
Tonight does not bode well for decent sleep if we're going to be up every 2 hours.
Bless you people with infants - don't know how I'd do it.
