Yesterday was Definitely a Day
Nov. 26th, 2019 10:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouse For some reason, I was very worried this time about Willow's big appointment (spay). I think it's partly because, of all the cats we have ever owned, she is so tiny.
Plus, for reasons known only to Shawn, she decided to schedule an MRI on Monday as well. Likewise, Mason decided Monday would be a great day to work late at the Science Museum.
Imagine, too, that in between all this driving back and forth (at least Shawn's hospital and Mason's work are all in downtown St. Paul) that the very first thing a very loopy, but NOT AT ALL SLOWED DOWN, Willow does is rip off her little cone, necessitating an emergency trip to PetCo for an inflatable donut, which I really need to get a picture of, because it's adorable and dorky.
Inflatable kitty donut and unimpressed kitty (don't notice messy house in background.)
She hates this, but doesn't struggle to pull it off, like she instantly did the plastic cone, and it works exactly the same way (plus gives her an aristocratic, Elizabethan look, IMHO.) Also, the vet was like, "she should refrain from jumping, playing, etc.," and we were like, "and we stop her, how???" because like, within seconds of being home she wanted all the plays, including playing roughhouse with our big orange cat. So, we had to separate her last night, by keeping her in Mason's room.
It was a lot of trauma yesterday.
Oh, and for those who care more about the humans, Shawn is fine--she's just had a lot of sciatica in her leg after the hospital stay. We've been blaming the horrible bed in the hospital, but this is also something she's had since giving birth. It just had a bad flair up, post-hospital and the doc wanted us to get an MRI "just to be sure." Which, at this point, with the July hospital stay, we have been over all our deductibles, so we might as well, you know? Shawn is clausterphobic, though, so this means she gets prescribed valium/its generic equivalent. She was kind of hilariously giggly after the imaging yesterday.
As we say in Minnesota. "It was QUITE the day."
Plus, for reasons known only to Shawn, she decided to schedule an MRI on Monday as well. Likewise, Mason decided Monday would be a great day to work late at the Science Museum.
Imagine, too, that in between all this driving back and forth (at least Shawn's hospital and Mason's work are all in downtown St. Paul) that the very first thing a very loopy, but NOT AT ALL SLOWED DOWN, Willow does is rip off her little cone, necessitating an emergency trip to PetCo for an inflatable donut, which I really need to get a picture of, because it's adorable and dorky.
Inflatable kitty donut and unimpressed kitty (don't notice messy house in background.)
She hates this, but doesn't struggle to pull it off, like she instantly did the plastic cone, and it works exactly the same way (plus gives her an aristocratic, Elizabethan look, IMHO.) Also, the vet was like, "she should refrain from jumping, playing, etc.," and we were like, "and we stop her, how???" because like, within seconds of being home she wanted all the plays, including playing roughhouse with our big orange cat. So, we had to separate her last night, by keeping her in Mason's room.
It was a lot of trauma yesterday.
Oh, and for those who care more about the humans, Shawn is fine--she's just had a lot of sciatica in her leg after the hospital stay. We've been blaming the horrible bed in the hospital, but this is also something she's had since giving birth. It just had a bad flair up, post-hospital and the doc wanted us to get an MRI "just to be sure." Which, at this point, with the July hospital stay, we have been over all our deductibles, so we might as well, you know? Shawn is clausterphobic, though, so this means she gets prescribed valium/its generic equivalent. She was kind of hilariously giggly after the imaging yesterday.
As we say in Minnesota. "It was QUITE the day."