And Now For Some Recuperation

Back in one of my favorite spots

 Well Lordy lordy, the way these two are carrying on and smothering me and all you'd think I was gone

Up on the futon...

away for years!  I got to go home yesterday afternoon, and I'm already feeling much, much  better than I have

...and underneath it

in days.  Oh, and check out the awesome pink wrap they put where my IV was.  that's right- real men aren't afraid to wear pink.   I've gained some weight back, and it feels good to be able to eat and drink without my damn teeth bothering me.  
     I ended up getting four of the damn things pulled.  Apparently they were that rotted and infected.  The down side of all this fuss is that I have to have medicine every day, and I cringe when I see dad coming at me with that stupid syringe.
     I have to go back in a couple of weeks for all my follow-up crap, and mom and dad have to get me some special food now because there are still issues with my kidneys.  Kinda sucks getting old, I say.

 Though I know I already have tons of pictures like this last one, this was taken this morning- my first back home.  I did miss all my comforts.  
     I just read all your comments, and I thank you all for your kind words and well-wishes. It's nice to know I have so many friends pulling for me!

A Longer Stay Than We Thought

As it turned out, my kidneys weren't as healthy as we thought.  The Vet called mom and told her they were going to have to keep me an extra day, and possibly two. 

I guess they want to give me fluids and get me a little healthier before they do anything with my chompers.  This tube thingy sticking out of my arm is kind of annoying, but I'm making do. 
     Mom and dad came to visit me on my first night.  All in all it's not so bad in here.  I have a few roommates, but I pretty much keep to myself.

Gotta Take the Next Step

Yeah, Our Orbit was feeling kind of miserable during our last attempt with antibiotics and medication this past Sunday.

That face pretty much says it all...

      The poor old guy couldn't get comfortable, and just wanted to hide and be left alone.
     There was some sort of emergency while we were waiting, and Orbit wasn't seen to for almost two hours.  Ordinarily he hates even the sight of his carrier, but at one point apparently his bladder took control of things, and Orbit came out from under the chair, crawled into his carrier and pee'd.  
     Poor thing couldn't hold it any longer.  As if his discomfort wasn't enough...

      

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.
     

A Nice Soft Perch

Yeah, yeah- I know you've seen the shots of me on one of these pillows, but here's a double dose.  That's right, I AM royalty after all, dammit.  This wrinkly old body needs some special attention now and then.

An old guy's gotta maintain a certain comfort level, you know.  Once I saw the two pillows together I couldn't resist. 

And please- spare the Princess and the Pea comments. 

In The Tub

Yeah, so this is what these people are doing to me these days.  Although I'm probably one of the most obsessive cleaners on the planet, they obviously don't share the same opinion.
     "Bathtime for Bonzo" dad calls it.  What an ass.  
     This is what I have to endure on a monthly basis, followed up by a dab of some shit on the back of my neck to ward off fleas, supposedly.  Personally, I think they just like torturing me.
     Lucky for them my paws don't make it easy for me to use a camera...