Dinah's Surgery
Dinah got spayed yesterday. (If anyone's wondering who Dinah is, look at my lj icon.) I dropped her off at the Animal Rescue League of Boston, and the whole way back to work, I was thinking, "What if they kill her? What if they give her too much anesthesia? What if she has an allergic reaction to it? What if she just doesn't wake up? Will they call me or wait for me to pick her up?"
Crazy, I know, but I just kept thinking about how Ruby's cat didn't wake up after a teeth cleaning. And Dinah was getting cut open and having parts removed. By some lady in a van. Sure, she was wearing scrubs and I know from research that she's a real vet. But seriously. It's surgery and anything can happen. I learned that from Grey's Anatomy.
But she was fine, or at least as fine as one would expect. She wasn't groggy like I expected. In fact, she wanted the hell out of that carrier pretty badly.
The weird part is this: I've been keeping her in the downstairs bathroom because I don't want her to climb the stairs and pull her stitches. So this morning, while I was getting ready, I let her out for awhile so she could stretch her legs a little. Okay, the weird part: I let her out, and she just wondered about three feet from the bathroom, ate something off the kitchen floor, then walked over to the cat carrier. Then she proceeded to get into the cat carrier and hang out for a while. That not being strange enough for Dinah, when she came out, she walked over to the stairs. I stood in front of her and said, "Don't go up there, honey." She just turned around and walked away, like she was saying, "Okay, whatever." !!!?? Dinah does not just "okay, whatever" anything. You have to chase her around and grab her and spray her with water and roll up a newspaper and wave it at her.
So yeah, my cat is teetering over the crazy precipice, but hopefully she'll be okay in a few days.
Crazy, I know, but I just kept thinking about how Ruby's cat didn't wake up after a teeth cleaning. And Dinah was getting cut open and having parts removed. By some lady in a van. Sure, she was wearing scrubs and I know from research that she's a real vet. But seriously. It's surgery and anything can happen. I learned that from Grey's Anatomy.
But she was fine, or at least as fine as one would expect. She wasn't groggy like I expected. In fact, she wanted the hell out of that carrier pretty badly.
The weird part is this: I've been keeping her in the downstairs bathroom because I don't want her to climb the stairs and pull her stitches. So this morning, while I was getting ready, I let her out for awhile so she could stretch her legs a little. Okay, the weird part: I let her out, and she just wondered about three feet from the bathroom, ate something off the kitchen floor, then walked over to the cat carrier. Then she proceeded to get into the cat carrier and hang out for a while. That not being strange enough for Dinah, when she came out, she walked over to the stairs. I stood in front of her and said, "Don't go up there, honey." She just turned around and walked away, like she was saying, "Okay, whatever." !!!?? Dinah does not just "okay, whatever" anything. You have to chase her around and grab her and spray her with water and roll up a newspaper and wave it at her.
So yeah, my cat is teetering over the crazy precipice, but hopefully she'll be okay in a few days.