everything was going really good for me so far when my leg started to itch and hurt yesterday. mom was really concerned but she said we were going back tomorrow to see Dr. K anyway, so we put the "cone" on (i put up with it but i do NOT like the cone) so i couldn't lick...but then today things quickly got ALOT worse and i could tell that mom was really worried and scared...
which made me really worried and scared too. i heard her talking on the phone saying something about the "emergency room" and something in her voice made me wonder if i really wanted to go there...and i could tell that she didn't know if she wanted me to go there either, but right after she got off the phone she bundled me up and loaded me in the car, because, she says...
...THIS IS NOT GOOD!note from "mom"...none of this, not a bit of it, was like this yesterday. the incision was healing beautifully and there was just a small hematoma at the ankle, where there had been no surgery at all. it broke open as you see it here, in less than 24 hours. we wanted to make sure that caesar was somewhere safe until we find out what's going on, the ER tech and doc were wonderful, addressed all our concerns, and the c-monster is snuggled down in his own suite for the night and has round the clock monitoring, hot packs, and fluids. we are confident that he could not be in a better place.
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