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.