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Jack's back, man.
Dec. 5th, 2008 04:12 pmOr rather his hip. So. Yeah. Somehow, my little Jack broke his hip. I don't even know how he could have done it. The vet thought that maybe he was wrestling with his brother and something fell on him or he jumped off the counter wrong or something. I have no idea.
But yeah, that's why he's been limping for a week. Little guy was too good about it. The doc didn't even think it was anything but a pulled muscle because he didn't really complain much when she was twisting it around and moving his leg. Poor guy. He didn't even meow once while at the vet.
So, he's got surgury on Monday morning. The vet says that what they will do is remove the top of his femur. Then what will happen is that his hip muscles will create a false joint there to replace the leg bone that will in no way connect to his pelvis.
I will get to bring him home on Tuesday and she said he will be up and around almost immediately. He will need to move around to start building up those muscles. She will give me exercises to do with him and she said he will just know when to start putting weight on it. I will have stuff to give him for the pain and he will just work through restoring that joint. She said that in a few months, you won't even know he had anything happen.
So yeah, I'm just waiting for the guilt and sadness to hit, because right now I'm just trying to reschedule meetings and take care of what I need to do next week. It's good to know that soon, he will be just fine. I'm just worried now about the surgery.
Of course, it's also going to cost me $900 that I don't have. Which is fine. I will pay it with no doubt at all, but it still hurts. I still haven't gotten back on my feet after the three grand in dentist bills I spent early this year. The vet gave me this credit application and if I get it, I can pay the bills over six months with no interest. So, there is that.
My poor Jacky. He's already got a pain pill in him, but he's pretty pissed at me right now. Better go and track him down and make sure he's okay.
ETA: Goddamned motherfuckers denied my fucking credit. Motherfuckers. What the hell do they fucking need? I make good money, I have good credit. Yeah, most of my cards are close to maxed, which is why I need this credit now. Goddammit. Fucking goddamned banks with their fucking bullshit. Going to he spa on the backs of the suckers who are broke enough to need fucking credit. GODDAMMIT!
But yeah, that's why he's been limping for a week. Little guy was too good about it. The doc didn't even think it was anything but a pulled muscle because he didn't really complain much when she was twisting it around and moving his leg. Poor guy. He didn't even meow once while at the vet.
So, he's got surgury on Monday morning. The vet says that what they will do is remove the top of his femur. Then what will happen is that his hip muscles will create a false joint there to replace the leg bone that will in no way connect to his pelvis.
I will get to bring him home on Tuesday and she said he will be up and around almost immediately. He will need to move around to start building up those muscles. She will give me exercises to do with him and she said he will just know when to start putting weight on it. I will have stuff to give him for the pain and he will just work through restoring that joint. She said that in a few months, you won't even know he had anything happen.
So yeah, I'm just waiting for the guilt and sadness to hit, because right now I'm just trying to reschedule meetings and take care of what I need to do next week. It's good to know that soon, he will be just fine. I'm just worried now about the surgery.
Of course, it's also going to cost me $900 that I don't have. Which is fine. I will pay it with no doubt at all, but it still hurts. I still haven't gotten back on my feet after the three grand in dentist bills I spent early this year. The vet gave me this credit application and if I get it, I can pay the bills over six months with no interest. So, there is that.
My poor Jacky. He's already got a pain pill in him, but he's pretty pissed at me right now. Better go and track him down and make sure he's okay.
ETA: Goddamned motherfuckers denied my fucking credit. Motherfuckers. What the hell do they fucking need? I make good money, I have good credit. Yeah, most of my cards are close to maxed, which is why I need this credit now. Goddammit. Fucking goddamned banks with their fucking bullshit. Going to he spa on the backs of the suckers who are broke enough to need fucking credit. GODDAMMIT!
