Raw Food Diet, Day 532- Ouch x 10

Big Pupi has a few boo-boos:

- about 10 boo-boos to be exact. I was being all Good Boy and stuff at the vet on Thursday, and despite my manners and mellow attitude my doctor shoved a needle into my bum and I got totally woozely and wobbly and I DID NOT like it! Everything was kind of a blur from then on, but I can vaguely remember small needles going into me all over my body, some crazy machine thing that burned away my tumors and cauterized the area, and a set of those buzzy things that stole my fur in random patches all over my body. I couldn't even protest!

By the time mom came to get me I was still all wackadoo on sedatives and I kept BEGGING her to carry me. I've NEVER done that before! She said I sat all crooked in the car on the way home and despite the fact that I was crazy sleepy and couldn't really keep my balance, I INSISTED on sitting up so that I could see out the windows. I hate missing out on anything good. And I super-duper love car rides!

When we got home, mom plopped me in my crate then left to run some errands with Stanislaw in tow. I snoozeled hard, and by the time they returned I was a little more with it and totally queasy feeling and full of ouches from my head to my tail. I refused food and water until late that night. So unlike me!

Instead of taking only the 3 trouble-causing tumors, my doctor took them ALL from all over my body... even the one growing INSIDE my ear!! Each of those mean tumor guys was burnt off easily, except for the one on my shoulder. I hate that one the most! He's the whole reason this happened to me. That meany tumor-butt got infected and healed improperly, creating a spot that bled all the time and oozed all day long. Because he was attached to a blood supply, the vet had to go in super deep to make him go away. She applied liquid skin to the area to seal it up, and it was all neat and tidy and looking wonderful.

But then something happened, and I found myself in this:
Turns out that using your hind legs to go at an incision isn't the best idea. Late that night, I went to TOWN with the scratchies and tore the liquid skin right out of there leaving what looks like a bullet hole. Mom spent forever that night stopping the bleeding, and cleaning up the clear oozing mess that kept leaking from it. It was angry and irritated, but seemed to be cooperating and my wound sealed itself up. Mom put some sterile dressings on it and wrapped it all up in a thick cotton bandage to keep my teeth and claws away.

Once it was all clean and under control, we went to bed... with me in the human crate!!! IT WAS AWESOME!! I wedged myself in between mom and dad so tightly and buried myself under the covers. I kicked them the whole night through and shoved my back against mom's belly so hard she could barely breath. Despite their constant checks on me during the night, I had the BEST sleepies of my life! Now I know what I'm missing when I'm exiled to my stinky crate. No fair!

Anyway, a day has gone by since my shoulder fiasco, and I heard something about me going back to the Place of Tile and Steel this afternoon. I guess the incision that I destroyed was healing up quickly and beautifully, but it started looking a tad oozy this morning so my people want the vet to make sure all is as it should be. ICK! I totally don't want to go! What if they make me all drunk and woozely again? I hated that! It was so embarrassing.

Otherwise, the rest of my removal sites are healing at lightening speed. Here's the one from my bum:
That's what all of the removals but my shoulder one look like. The fur growing around it is a tad itchy, but otherwise I'm acting like nothing happened. In fact, I've even been taken off the painkillers as of this morning because I don't seem to be in any discomfort whatsoever. Now my folks are having a tough time stopping be from wrastling with Stanislaw and thrashing on my toys. HA! I'm a wild beast!

So... wish me luck again at the Place of Tile and Steel. Hopefully my shoulder incision (we'll avoid posting any photos of that one!) is doing well and I can continue on my merry way. My folks say that I'm a super good healer, and if I hadn't damaged that big one I would probably be as good as new in just a few days. Poo! Now I'm regretting that shoulder itch-fest. What was I thinking??! Now I'm stuck being a bandaged-up boy.

I miss thrashing.
Big Pupi

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Update

Just got back from the Place of Tile and Steel. Turns out that I did a number on my shoulder, and not only tore the liquid skin sealant out of there but also made a pocket under about a 1/4 inch of skin as well. I'm now on a course of antibiotics for it and what's worse... I'm stuck wearing my Big Pupi t-shirt to keep the area clean. Also, to add insult to injury, it turns out that I have an eye infection. The sedative made me snoozel with my eyes open and the dryness allowed some germy monsters to take hold. Not fair! I had no control over that one! Grrrr....

The doc says that I'll be totally fine. The rest of my incisions are looking fabulous, and the naughty one on my shoulder will take a while but it should heal up as well. As for the eye infection... within 24 hours my body pretty much had it beat, but just to be on the safe side I'll be on ointment for that too. It's all so stinky!

Did I mention that my vet put some neon green stuff in my eye to check for a scratch on my cornea (there wasn't one) and the bright green liquid DRIPPED OUT MY NOSE??!!! She said that was NORMAL!

WHAT??!

I need a nap.