lyndon baines

Well, today totally sucked… there is just no other way to put it.  Don’t worry, there wasn’t any crisis, but both Lyn and I are upset and tired. 

It started this morning when I got up from bed to use the bathroom.  Lyndon was sleeping so soundly, and I didn’t want to disturb him by putting on the cone of shame (besides he was doing so well without it).  So I went to the bathroom and let him sleep.  I came back into my room a few minutes later to find him sucking on his stitches like a pacifier.  He had loosened a couple of the stitches on the very tip of the incision and made them really red.  I called the vet right away and they said that they needed to see him asap.  My surgeon was doing surgeries today so they asked if I could come in before 8:30 for him to see if the stitches were okay still. 

red on the back tip from naughty licking

So I got Lyn and I in the car (after blocking off 90% of the back seat so he would have to stay on the passenger side floor in the back).  We were heading to the vet when some idiot pulled out of a shoppette and sideswiped me.  No one was hurt, but my poor Lyndi and I were stuck there talking to the cop about what had happened for an hour (the other driver didn’t have current insurance and didn’t speak a word of English).  My car was damaged and my tire was destroyed, but I was so glad that I had the foresight to block Lyndon on the floor or he could have been hurt. 

So I went home to trade cars (because there was no way that the doughnut I had to put on my car would have made it all the way to the vet’s office).  I had to rearrange everything into the other car and put Lyndon in with him still a bit shaken up from the first car ride.  We finally got to the vet around 10:00.  Luckily the stitches were okay, but the vet said a couple more licks and Lyndon would have to be restitched in that area and be at great risk for infection… so the cone of shame is now a permanent addition to Lyndon’s wardrobe.  I hate doing it to him, but I’d rather have him a bit uncomfortable than unsafe.

The end result... another full week in the cone of shame

At the moment Lyndon is starting to adapt to the cone being on.  He whimpers and wanders till he gets tired and then falls asleep.  I feel so bad, but I can’t have him prolonging his recovery or making this whole thing worse with an infection.  So far we’ve been pretty lucky… considering, and I don’t want to ruin that when he’s so close.

Here’s hoping tomorrow will be a bit better….