Another operation!

It’s just not fair! After the vet pulled my leg around last week it got a lot worse – so bad, in fact, that I couldn’t put it down again. As Mum said, I was worse than I was before my operation, and that can’t be right. So on Thursday we went back to the vet yet again! And he pulled it around even more! But the good news was that he said he thought it seemed better than it had been on Monday. He gave Mum some other tablets for me to take and sent me back home again.

Over the week-end my leg has gradually got better. The bad news, though, was that I wasn’t allowed to go out for walks. Now there’s only so long a little dog can stay cooped up inside a house, so I had to find ways to amuse myself. Fortunately Mum has some plants around the house which seemed to need a good chew. Needless to say, Mum didn’t agree with me over that, and I wasn’t very popular. By Sunday Mum said she could stand it no longer and took me out for a little while. We didn’t go very far but it was good to get out. Plus I got to meet a couple of people.

What wasn’t so good was the way the new tablets made me feel. I didn’t like it at all. It was a bit like when I’ve had an anaesthetic, although not quite so bad. But by Saturday night I really wasn’t very happy at all, and my crate seemed really scary again, so Mum & Dad let me sleep upstairs with them. Mum realised it was the new tablets, so she never gave me one last night, and I felt a lot better and was able to go to bed as normal.

Today we had to go back to the vet. We saw Caty this time round. Mum pointed out a lump on my knee to her, and she says that’s the pin in my leg. And apparently that is almost certainly why my leg still hurts. So tomorrow I have to go back in so that she can operate on my leg again and sort the pin out. I’m not looking forward to that much though, as it’s going to involve another anaesthetic. But Mum and Caty have promised me that this is a much smaller operation than the last one I had. Oh – and Caty said there is something called a Morphine derivative in both the anaesthetic and the tablets, and that it’s most probably that that makes me feel bad.

There is good news though. Caty was really pleased with my knee this morning. She said it’s a ‘little bit crunchy’ (but that that goes back to before the operation), but that my kneecap isn’t moving at all anymore. Mum is really pleased, as this should mean I don’t need another big operation, and that after the pin is sorted out it should get completely better.

Meanwhile I’ve got to go and have that other operation tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to it, but if it makes me better then it will be worth it.