Oh
what a week our friend Chelsea Johnson had this past week. But this
week was the end and we need to start at the beginning, not her
beginning, but the beginning of the troubles, where many of our blogs
begin.
The
beginning of the troubles usually start with a lump. Finding lumps
are never a good thing, unless it is a lump of money, and, even then,
if it comes in a lump, it usually is discarded drug money, which means
if you take it the Dixie Mafia is going to be after you, and you don’t
want the Dixie Mafia after you.
Chelsea
had a lump on her front leg at the elbow. The doctors did a test in
January. They took blood from her leg but could not tell if the lump was
Stage One, Stage Two, or Stage Three. The doctors hoped that, since
Chelsea had the lump for six months, it would be stage one which would
be benign. They were also worried because they would have to remove the
lump and two centimeters around it to make sure they got the entire
infected area, but, because the lump was at the narrowest part of the
leg the surgery would be very delicate.
And
then there were the kibbles. Surgeries like this don’t come cheap,
even though I am not sure why. Dogtors seem to get a lot more money if
they are cutting us up then if they are feeling us up. A janitor gets
paid the same amount if he’s washing the floor or tiling the floor but I
guess it’s different when it comes to doctors. And, if a dogtor is
cutting your nails and it bleeds the gauze he uses to stop the bleeding
is free but if he uses the same gauze when you are being operated on
then the gauze costs lots of money. It’s a human thing. I don’t
understand it. If I could find a dog I trusted with operating on me I
would use them, until then we are subjected to the will of humans, and
that means any operation costs lots of kibbles.
On
Thursday Chelsea was finally scheduled for surgery. At the same time
Mother Nature decided it would be a good time to send a Buzzard to dump
tons of snow on the house Chelsea shared with her Mom. If ever a Mom
had reason for a big case of the nervous nerves it was Chelsea’s Mom
Aunt Kristi, who, after waiting weeks for the surgery, had to hope it
would not get rescheduled because of the storm, that she could make it
to the vet’s, and got her baby home.
On
Thursday she got Chelsea to the vet for the surgery but then it became
hurry up and wait. They were doing some other surgeries first and
then would do Chelsea’s so poor Aunt Kristi had lots of nervous
waiting.
The
doctor had said Chelsea would be operated on mid afternoon but there
was another phone call, an emergency had come in and Chelsea’s surgery
was pushed back again.
After
10:00 Aunt Kristi finally go the call she had been waiting on.
Chelsea was out of surgery and was doing good. She was awake and
walking around. The surgery was a success.
Because
of the Buzzard Chelsea had to stay at the vet and her Mom worried
about her because that’s what Mom’s do when we are at the vets. The
Governor got a message from me representing Chelsea and I told him to
make sure the roads between Aunt Kristi’s house and the vet’s were
clear. Knowing my reputation, and how important Aunt Kristi and
Chelsea are, he made sure the Aunt Kristi could make it to the vet the
next day.
On
Friday the dogtor told Aunt Kristi that she could pick up Chelsea at
1;30 Central Buzzard time. Chelsea was able to help the dogtor in
checking the incision by opening the covering. The incision looked good
to him. She was coming home with tranquilizers (this is my second
Sunday blog about a dog who was sent home after an operation with
tranquilizers. I have Pocket studying if the vets are secretly trying
to drug us into oblivion. We will report back to you.) along with pain
meds and benedryl.
Finally
she got home and was resting in her own recuperation room at the
house. She needed to stay still. The less she walked the better.
Before Chelsea got to break all the simple rules laid out for her her
Mom kept her busy by feeding her pill after pill to keep her out of
pain and calm.
Chelsea
had a good night Friday, despite some whining. Her leg wasn’t
bothering her. Aunt Kristi spent time in Chelsea’s recuperation room to
comfort her. On Saturday Chelsea ripped off the plastic covering her
bandage and had to go back to the vet to get it put on the wrap again.
She is not wearing the cone of shame but does have a no bite collar
that keeps her from biting the plastic or the wrap.
Chelsea
is still going to need prayers. First we are awaiting the biopsy and
we need to all pray it is B9. Then we need to pray for her full
recovery. And that they survive the Buzzard that is hitting them again
Monday. Just lots of prayers for Chelsea. But don’t bet against her,
she has already defeated a Buzzard and surgery, and if you can beat
both Mother Nature and Father Health Care you can beat almost anything.
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