You already know what this is going to be.
More trouble has happened.
Some other misfortune.
Yep, you're right.
We had Bee spayed at the end of September.
We got through it. She was okay. And we thought we were in the clear.
But then at the beginning of this week, her incision was looking a little off. The day after that, I had a family member look at it and they said that it looked like it opened up.
So, off to the emergency vet nearly 40 minutes away we went (because I literally couldn't find ANYWHERE near us that was open and available).
And you know it's bad when the vet flips your cat over, takes one look at her wound, and goes, "Ewwww."
*sigh*
Bee had developed an infection and did indeed manage to pop her incision open.
So they had to do a secondary surgery to clean out the infection and make sure she was thoroughly closed up this time.
We won't discuss how much this was going to cost us. (Grandparents to the rescue yet again...)
She came home yesterday. She's got to have a cone on for two weeks and to insure it stays on, we've got to keep her in isolation. Which means that *I* also need to be in isolation. Because there's no way I'm letting my poor baby suffer alone.
So this is my life for the next two weeks.
At least I can get a lot of knitting time in, right?
Guess it's time to get back to the Christmas presents.
Because there's literally nothing else to do in here.
*sigh*
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