I guess I've reached my limit. Mom and dad have been putting off this day for some time now, hoping the antibiotics, steroids and pain relievers would keep doing the trick, but alas, it is not to be.
For the past few months I've been suffering with this damn tooth pain. It's been up and down, up and down. I'll have my good days right after each visit to the vet, but then it's only a matter of time before I start having a hard time eating and drinking.
These last few days have been the most miserable, and all I've been doing is wandering around the apartment crying out, being restless, and causing much more all-hours-of-the-night disruption than ever before.
Sure, they knew this treatment plan wasn't going to last, but we've all been hopeful.
Today I get put under and get the full treatment. I'll be getting my teeth cleaned and, from what I understand possibly even some extractions if necessary.
It's not that they haven't wanted what's best for me all along, though. We've had some concerns that have held us all back from today's "procedure". Obviously, my age is the primary one. In addition, I've had this damn heart murmur for quite a while, and they've been hesitant to anesthetize me out of concern for the 'ole ticker not being able to handle it.
To make what could be a long, drawn out story short I'm scheduled for all this fuss at 8:30 this morning. I haven't been allowed any damn food or water or my meds since midnight, and you can be damn sure I've been making my distress known throughout the night.
Mom went out to try to sleep on the futon some hours ago, and I've been in and out of the bedroom keeping dad posted on just how I feel about this whole ridiculous thing.
I'm sure I'll make it through this, and I'll be back to tell all about it.