MJ+Donovan
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It was definitely a Monday.
Well, today was SUPPOSED to be Donovan's dental :?. Restricting food for him and the others overnight was as you can imagine not particularly pleasant, but at least there was no kibble explosion as has been known to occur in the past. I gathered Donny up and tried to stuff him into a carrier. Yeah right. I hadn't dug the large one out of storage, so figured I'd just use a small one (it's only a few miles to the vet). Not happening. I ended up squeezing him in Butthead's small soft carrier since I could shove him in butt first and deal with the No I Don't Wanna Legs In All Four Directions problem. I get there and check in, and sign papers for the procedure. I notice it has him listed as FIVE YEARS OLD. Not a good sign of things to come. I mention it, they scratch it out to say FIFTEEN, and tell Donny to be a good boy as the technician carries him off. I also reminded them to do bloodwork/senior panel while he's under. This is about 8:30 am, and they say to call and check on him around 1 pm.
I get a call around that time. They did not do the dental since he's 15 years old and the vet wants to wait for the bloodwork results to come back before proceeding. Now, I don't know who dropped the ball here. I made the appt weeks ago -- did they not know he was 15 *then* and realize that he should have bloodwork ahead of time? Did they have to wait, what, FIVE HOURS, while poor hungry Donny sat there alone, to figure this out? To his credit, I am glad the vet was cautious, but I'm irritated at how it was handled. Somewhere along the line the assistants screwed up. I am happy to report that while my big sweet Donovan is easily upset and frightened, he was VERY happy to be home and did not seem to hold a grudge. He did not run and hide, he had his fuds, and he slept and purred the rest of the afternoon away. But he really stinks of VET, blech.
The vet also called me back later tonight to verify Donovan's info (is he still off insulin; how's his BG; what is his diet; etc. - guess he was going over that day's patient's notes), and he'll contact me as soon as the bloodwork is back. So I do believe the vet is dedicated and cares about his patients, but some of his help is, shall we say, not up to par. As a one-man operation, he needs better assistance.
Butthead is holding his own. He goes for a re-check at Angell in Boston on Wednesday. His steroid med ran out a couple of days ago, and I only gave him a few doses of the flagyl for his diarrhea before stopping it. That stuff was so nasty - he hated it. No runs in the house at the moment, knock wood. Took Butthead outside for some fresh air today, and he seemed to enjoy it as always. He has definitely lost weight in spite of nibbling all the time, and is not as active, and still wanders around like he's restless, but he's happy, purring, eating, sleeping, etc. I think I feel more lumps but to be honest it's such a jumbled conglomeration of "stuff" that I just don't know. Even so, what more can I do about it? :sad: Don't want to think about it. Until I absolutely need to, I won't. Or at least try not to.
A million thanks for your emotional support through Butthead's most unfortunate journey.
MJ&Donovan&Butthead
viewtopic.php?f=9&t=40712
viewtopic.php?f=9&t=40857
It was definitely a Monday.
Well, today was SUPPOSED to be Donovan's dental :?. Restricting food for him and the others overnight was as you can imagine not particularly pleasant, but at least there was no kibble explosion as has been known to occur in the past. I gathered Donny up and tried to stuff him into a carrier. Yeah right. I hadn't dug the large one out of storage, so figured I'd just use a small one (it's only a few miles to the vet). Not happening. I ended up squeezing him in Butthead's small soft carrier since I could shove him in butt first and deal with the No I Don't Wanna Legs In All Four Directions problem. I get there and check in, and sign papers for the procedure. I notice it has him listed as FIVE YEARS OLD. Not a good sign of things to come. I mention it, they scratch it out to say FIFTEEN, and tell Donny to be a good boy as the technician carries him off. I also reminded them to do bloodwork/senior panel while he's under. This is about 8:30 am, and they say to call and check on him around 1 pm.
I get a call around that time. They did not do the dental since he's 15 years old and the vet wants to wait for the bloodwork results to come back before proceeding. Now, I don't know who dropped the ball here. I made the appt weeks ago -- did they not know he was 15 *then* and realize that he should have bloodwork ahead of time? Did they have to wait, what, FIVE HOURS, while poor hungry Donny sat there alone, to figure this out? To his credit, I am glad the vet was cautious, but I'm irritated at how it was handled. Somewhere along the line the assistants screwed up. I am happy to report that while my big sweet Donovan is easily upset and frightened, he was VERY happy to be home and did not seem to hold a grudge. He did not run and hide, he had his fuds, and he slept and purred the rest of the afternoon away. But he really stinks of VET, blech.
The vet also called me back later tonight to verify Donovan's info (is he still off insulin; how's his BG; what is his diet; etc. - guess he was going over that day's patient's notes), and he'll contact me as soon as the bloodwork is back. So I do believe the vet is dedicated and cares about his patients, but some of his help is, shall we say, not up to par. As a one-man operation, he needs better assistance.
Butthead is holding his own. He goes for a re-check at Angell in Boston on Wednesday. His steroid med ran out a couple of days ago, and I only gave him a few doses of the flagyl for his diarrhea before stopping it. That stuff was so nasty - he hated it. No runs in the house at the moment, knock wood. Took Butthead outside for some fresh air today, and he seemed to enjoy it as always. He has definitely lost weight in spite of nibbling all the time, and is not as active, and still wanders around like he's restless, but he's happy, purring, eating, sleeping, etc. I think I feel more lumps but to be honest it's such a jumbled conglomeration of "stuff" that I just don't know. Even so, what more can I do about it? :sad: Don't want to think about it. Until I absolutely need to, I won't. Or at least try not to.
A million thanks for your emotional support through Butthead's most unfortunate journey.
MJ&Donovan&Butthead
