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This weekend has been probably one of the worst ever. On Thursday I got my wisdom teeth out. They took all 4, and they were all impacted which made them very unpleasant. I woke up during the extraction of the last tooth and was really disoriented from the anesthesia so it was like having a horrible nightmare where you're strapped down and the dentist is ripping teeth out of your mouth, only it was real. Alison (Armand's mom) said she heard me scream from the waiting room. Awesome. Well once they explained to me what was going on I was fine and I think they kicked up the laughing gas so I didn't really care anymore, although I remained awake for the rest of the procedure.
When I got home, I was in a lot of pain so I just laid around the house. I had my rat, Webster out and he was very lethargic and seemed thin and sick, so I called the vet and tried to get him an appointment, but they couldn't get him in until Monday. I left him more or less alone; checking on him often and his condition was definitely deteriorating. By Saturday, I realized there was no way he was going to make it until Monday, so I took him to the emergency vet where they determined he had pneumonia. He was emaciated, dehydrated, and 10 degrees too cold. I spent almost $200 on the vet bill and got 2 different antibiotics to cure the pneumonia, IV fluids to deal with the dehydration, and special food with which I had to force feed him because he wasn't eating. During his IV at about 11pm Saturday, he panicked, and when he bit me I knew it was bad news. He has never laid a tooth on anyone, let alone me. I set him back in his cage and he promptly died. I spent the rest of the night and all day Sunday sobbing as if I lost a child. It was the most tragic experience of my life, and it definitely didn't help with the pain in my mouth.
Sunday morning I got out Stella, Webby's girlfriend, and she escaped. I didn't find her again until this morning but it definitely didn't improve my mood. I vowed to have a better week.
Let's hope for the best.
When I got home, I was in a lot of pain so I just laid around the house. I had my rat, Webster out and he was very lethargic and seemed thin and sick, so I called the vet and tried to get him an appointment, but they couldn't get him in until Monday. I left him more or less alone; checking on him often and his condition was definitely deteriorating. By Saturday, I realized there was no way he was going to make it until Monday, so I took him to the emergency vet where they determined he had pneumonia. He was emaciated, dehydrated, and 10 degrees too cold. I spent almost $200 on the vet bill and got 2 different antibiotics to cure the pneumonia, IV fluids to deal with the dehydration, and special food with which I had to force feed him because he wasn't eating. During his IV at about 11pm Saturday, he panicked, and when he bit me I knew it was bad news. He has never laid a tooth on anyone, let alone me. I set him back in his cage and he promptly died. I spent the rest of the night and all day Sunday sobbing as if I lost a child. It was the most tragic experience of my life, and it definitely didn't help with the pain in my mouth.
Sunday morning I got out Stella, Webby's girlfriend, and she escaped. I didn't find her again until this morning but it definitely didn't improve my mood. I vowed to have a better week.
Let's hope for the best.