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Coming home from the vet with an empty carrier just brings back some bad memories. Now, Radar is most likely going to be fine, he just needs to stay in the hospital for a few days. Which unfortunately means that he’ll need to be picked up while I’m in Indiana, but, I’ll figure something out.

Yesterday I’d changed his litter out, and today I noticed he was spending a lot of time in the box to, shall we say, no result. Since it was fresh litter, it was pretty easy to tell that he hadn’t peed for at least 24 hours. Which is bad, so I was pretty sure he had a urinary tract blockage, and called around to the various vets who couldn’t fit him in today, before finally going to an emergency place in Tustin.

So, I was right, and he has a blockage, so they took him in and put in a cathoder and will drain him out, then remove it tomorrow and see how he does. Without complications, he should be ready to be discharged Tuesday.

Poor guy.

Update: He’s resting comfortably (ah yes, the wonderful medical terminology for “He’s ok, don’t call us”) and doesn’t have any stones, so it should be a fairly straightforward recovery. 24 hours with the cathoder, then 24 hours observation after to see if things are flowing freely. Of course he could clog up again at any time, or never again, you never know. There is some surgery that would help prevent problems in the future, but as a guy, I don’t really want to think too hard on it, as it is the removal of a certain part of the urinary tract, that, while he doesn’t really have a use for it, it’s just common curtosy to leave intact if possible.

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And I truly mean that. There are two dentists at the office I go to. I’ve had them both twice now, and I really prefer not the one I had today. And not just because the other one is much more attractive (Just because I’ve only seen her eyes and hair doesn’t mean I can’t make judgment calls on hot or not). It’s more that the other one has done a good job of making sure I’m not in pain, during or after the work. Ultrasonic cleaner+water is good, ultrasonic cleaner with no water really isn’t.

As for tonight, I’m in about equal pain between the teeth worked on and where the various needles were inserted and my tongue. First injection, wait a while, “feeling numb yet” “No, not really” “Well, let’s start anyways. Oh, you seem to be in pain, I’ll inject some more” wait a while, nope not numb yet, inject something else, wait, not really numb, but let’s go for it anyways.

And while she was working, I’m pretty sure she caught my tongue with the drill. And then when she was putting a metal band around one tooth to use to shape the resin filling, she caught my tongue in that. Which really hurts, and was in fact, bleeding from two spots when I got home, and stings when I try to eat or drink. Not that I can open my mouth thanks to the three injections.

Well, at least I’ll have a side of my mouth to eat on when I get home in a few days. That will be nice.

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Now really, just because I’m on the counter next to a bowl of cereal, and have what appears to be a milk mustache, it doesn’t necessarily mean that I’ve been stealing a drink from that cereal. I’m sure there are plenty of other explainations, such as…there was a small, very localized earthquake. Yeah, it tossed me up in the air, and luckily, I was able to grab onto the counter, and while I was up there, some of the milk sloshed out and struck me across the face.

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