Bubba wasn’t eating. Again.
So this morning I loaded him up and back to the vet we go.
Dr. M. looked him over, then checked his teeth. Yes, he had a bad one.
So she did a blood panel to make sure he was OK for surgery, then I left him there for her to extract the tooth.
She ended up extracting five.
One with a deep pocket could have lasted a little longer, but the good doctor said it would eventually have to go, and she didn’t want to risk having to do surgery again.
After plunking down $700, I brought Bubba home. First thing he wants to do is eat, so I open a can of Fancy Feast, and watch him devour most of it. Way to go, Bubba!
The vet also upped the dose on his thyroid meds.
I swear, this cat is going to live forever. That makes me happy.
While Bubba was in recovery, I was visiting my doctor’s office regarding recurring pain in my ankle. For the past couple of days there’s also been swelling, and I was concerned.
After looking at and feeling around on my leg, the good nurse practitioner said she thought it’s arthritis. Then she offers to do X-rays and bloodwork. And I’m like, why would you do all that if it’s arthritis? So she wrote me a prescription for Mobic and sent me home.
I wish they had vets for humans. Health care would be so much easier if they did.