Wednesday, June 18, 2014

It's 4:30 in the Morning and All Is Not Well

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.
     

10 comments:

Sparkle said...

I am sending you big bunches of healing purrs, Orbit, for an uneventful procedure! I'm sorry you've been in so much pain and I can understand why your humans have hesitated about having this done. Paws crossed everything works out well - please keep us posted!

fairyhedgehog said...

Sending love and best wishes that all will be well as soon as possible.

Fur Everywhere said...

Awwww, Orbit. We know you will pull through okay! We are sending lots of rumbly purrs and hugs for you. Please let us know how you is doing when you come home, okay?

Andrea and the Celestial Kitties said...

Aw, poor thing! We're purring and praying that everything goes well!

Sadie & Itty said...

I don't like my teeth worked on either. I'm feeling for you, Orbit. Hang in there.

Sadie & Itty said...

I don't like my teeth worked on either. I'm feeling for you, Orbit. Hang in there.

Amber DaWeenie said...

Sending you lots of hugs and POTP. I NOSE you'll be just fine and you'll be able to eat all those yummies again!

:)

Eastside Cats said...

If I were near you, Orbit, I'd give you a big-ol hugs and smooches! Consider it done long distance, and hang in there, buddy!

William said...

Orbit, bud, I'll be thinking of you and hope you get through it OK. I hate the dentist too (and so does my mom!).

Punapippuri said...

Purrs to you Orbit, buddy, dude. Paws crossed and revved up purrs. Mucho respect xxx