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| Me at the vet, sulking in the very back of the carrier.... |
So it turns out that I have an ulcer in my left eye. For the last month, I have been on two different types of eye drops twice a day (thump), along with sulfatrim to fight my infection (thump), on top of the metacam I take regularly. Oh yeah, AND stupid Critical Care (thumpthump)!
I had a recheck two weeks ago and my ulcer is doing much better so the sulfatrim is gone, but the eye drops are still around. And Mom is running out of new and different ways to get me to eat Critical Care....
I must have been a huge bunny in a previous life, one who could not be bossed around or made to do anything I didn't want to do. And now, in this life, I am 2 1/2 pounds and pretty much defenceless when it comes to having to take medication and Critical Care. Mom knows just how to hold me so that I can't use her body as a spring board to escape, and it doesn't seem to matter how tightly I keep my trap shut, she manages to get that syringe in there anyway. All I can to is stare her down, spasming out every time that syringe comes close to my lips, my ears hanging like cold, wet socks behind my head....
"Fluffy, mommy mixed it with apple and banana baby food today! It's yummy! YUM!!!!"
"Stick it in your ear! I don't want it!"
"I tasted it myself! You're going to love it!" And as always, after 3 or 4 false attempts of me spitting it out of my mouth, eventually I succumb to the fact that I'm not going anywhere until I eat. So eat it I do. And she's right, it tastes pretty good today, but I sure as heck am not going to let her know that!
Yesterday she made the mixture a little too wet and it made a big mess under my chin. After I bolted from her arms and triple-thumped my disapproval, I ran to my sulking spot by the fireplace and proceeded to shake my head violently, splattering the mess all over the wall and on Binky's back. "Fluffy! You got Critical Care all over my white Dolce & Gabunny tracksuit!" Mom waited until it dried, then Furminatored it off of her.....
I have a recheck next week. I hope they tell Mom and Dad that they can stop with the eye drops and I have gained enough weight that they can stop the Critical Care too. Until then, I shall continue my futile protests and thump thump thump every time either Mom or Dad come into the family room.....
Fluffy McFluffersons
1 comment:
Oh dear, poor Fluffy--Mr. Mick had to deal with eye ointment a couple of months ago because his eyes were slightly leaky. It didn't do much for him other than make his fur greasy, either. We've since figured that it's allergies and there really isn't much that can be done other than to make sure the skin around his eyes doesn't get too irritated. We both will be thinking good thoughts that you're back to full health in no time.
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