A VETS TALE

Resulting on from this blog that Mumsy helped my paws type to you all:
http://meowingmuddlings.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/a-sore-head.html

Over the weekend I went downhill with my headwound, getting infected apparently. It was so sore, I couldn't even have Mumsy touch my head to comfort me, she had to comfort me from my chin or back.
I then went cold in the night and Mumsy slept on the floor with me to keep check on me; I felt so much safer like this; but I was so cold. So Mumsy wrapped me up with a fluffy towel near the radiator just on.

The minute the Animal Hospital opened I was rushed along, as I was still cold, shaking and had a wound that was oozing liquid. Mumsy was really concerned that I wouldn't even make it to the Animal Hospital; and so were they.
The person, a vet, (just like the human doctors that Mumsy goes and sees) who prodded me was really nice; and gentle as she could be.
She did say I ponged though.
I thought that was a bit offensive though; but Mumsy told me after, that she meant the wound; not me myself.

I Ended up having a operation, antibiotics and anti-inflammatories; all which doped me up rather. And I have to wear a cone unless I'm being watched closely, I  hate the cone; apparently called a head collar.
So I told Mumsy that she has to watch me 24/7 and no sleep for her.
And plenty of medications and treatments to be having at home for the recovery period.
Being doped up I have started to ease up on the cone and will let Mumsy have some sleep as a mutual agreement on timing.
A lot of monitoring ahead by Mumsy apparently, so I can't injure the wound.
I'm going to have peace and quiet so I can recover in a stable environment.

Now off for some peace and quiet,

Until later, please keep the noise down folks.

Bye

A SORE HEAD

My poor ole head.
I told Mumsy that I had a sore head and she had a look; it's covered in these weird lumps. She asked me loads of questions which I got very confuzled over; I did say I had a sore head.
So with lumps, soreness and confusion, Mumsy called the vet and they yacked for a while; which resulted in me being poked by Mumsy for a while longer.
In the end the neighbour took Mumsy and I at speed to the vet; the vet was very concerned and checked me over. I was screeching over top of their yackety yack; they were doing this time in person. And oh what a racket we were making.
It seemed like I was being pulled about forever. What a horrible way to have your morning when you just want some zzz's. How will I ever catch up on that nap now?

There was a person behind a huge desk (who looked very important) with a big machine that went clickety click when she pressed on each key; she yacked for a while with Mumsy.
When Mumsy got her plastic wand out her purse (which is magic money apparently) the machine behind the desk made even more strange noises; and started spitting out long eaten products.
The neighbour whisked Mumsy and I home in the fast car; yet still much yackety about what the vet had yacked about too.
All in all a tiny bit of yack means I have to have daily treatment to my head, to aid recovery. No pain no gain as they say.
Time for catching up on those zzzs I think.

~Bye