Full disclosure-the really bad words have been masked because there are puppies who read this (like Dui) and I had to tone down some of the curse words to make it acceptable for all audiences.
Today I was loaded into the Scottiemobile and we went off to the v*t. First I had a quick exam and blood drawn. The blood was to check my liver functions because the anti-inflammatory I’m taking, Rimadyl can have side effects. Some are diarrhea and vomiting (which is a waste of food in my view) or loss of appetite (moi?). I have none of those but it can affect the liver so we ran a liver panel. I’ve lost a little weight (now down to 9.8 kg, 21½ pounds). The v*t noticed that my enlarged lymph gland in my hind foot was larger and I got another needle in me so they got a sample of the fluid in it and will send it to the specialist v*t. We’ll know the results early next week.
The worst part of the entire thing as far as I was concerned was that I couldn’t have anything to eat since last night because of the blood work and didn’t get my breakfast until 10:30 when we got home. Forget the 2 needles and the thermometer up my pooper, the lack of food was unforgivable. I didn’t get green beans until 11 but I was assured that dinner will be at the normal time so I don’t have that long to wait.
At least something was looking up.