Bassetluv
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LOL...Just when I thought it was safe to go back to the dentist...
Actually, I was hoping against hope that this time I'd escape the ravages of post-antibiotic reactions. The pain and swelling had eased up - actually the pain had gone away - and I was feeling better. Then last Thursday evening I began to get a headache. And I just didn't feel quite right. Friday was even worse, but I kept putting it off as being tired.
Well, I wound up spending a great deal of Saturday in bed (and it was so beautiful outside too!), and on Sunday I'd had enough, and finally decided to go to the clinic. I'd developed a yeast infection along with oral thrush (ick, y'all haven't lived till you've had that) and was feeling completely crappy. And the pain around the surgery site had come back. So off to the clinic I go, only to discover it didn't open for another hour. So I walked back home. Did some things there. Took the dog out. Then went back to the clinic. Was told the doctor had gone to lunch and would be back in about an hour to an hour and a half. So I went back home again. Let the rabbits out. Felt ickky. Yofi leapt about and had a riot. Anna did twists and turns and zoomed and darted (who knew she of immense belly measurements could be so agile?). And I sat and watched.
Finally I decided to return the bunnies to their room (not without major protest from both of them) and walk to the clinic yet again. Got there. No doctor. He'd gone out for a bit and, as I was told, would be back sometime later...but...he also had a list of patients waiting to see him when he returned. So I explained what I wanted to the receptionist; I needed a prescrip. for Nystatin for the thrush, which is what was making me so miserable. I asked her if one can get it from the pharmacy without a doctor's note, and she shrugged and said, 'Maybe. Go to the pharmacy and ask them'. So I walked all the way down to the pharmacy, only to be told that, nope...you have to have a prescription. From a doctor. (Apparently a real one too...anyone with the first name of 'Doctor' doesn't count.)
So I went back home, let the bunnies out again, and sulked in my misery. :tears2:
Today I went to the dentist to have the stitches removed. YOWWWWW!!! She wound up having to freeze me because my mouth was so tender. But at least the stitches are out. And she gave me a prescrip for some Nystatin too (yay)...and said that at least the outer part looks good. I go back in two weeks for an x-ray and follow-up. Phew! I will be glad when this is over.
On a Yofi note, you'd think I'd know him better by now. One Saturday morning a couple of weeks ago I walked into their room and there was Anna, sitting at the door of the cage and wanting out, whilst Yofi was in full schnoooze mode behind her. I went over to the cage and opened the door, talked to Anna and scratched her head, and laughed at Yofi because of his rather comatose sleep habits. However, as I sat talking to Anna I began to look at Yofi...and noticed he wasn't stirring at all, other than a very faint breatheing movement in his belly. So I said, "Yofi...time to get up" and moved Anna out of the way.
Nothing.
So I called to him again, this time a little louder ("Yofi...get UP..."). And I pushed Anna out of the way again.
Again, nothing.
I called him again, and this time Anna actually stepped on him (her way of 'going around' a solid object).
Still, nothing. Not a single twitch.
Omigod, was he in a coma? Was he dying? What was wrong with him? Now I really panicked...I jumped up and yelled "YOFI!!!!!", fearing the worst....and apparently I almost scared the poor guy half to death. He leapt into the air in major bunny-panic mode, his eyes absolutely wild and his face saying, "What? WHAT?! WHATTTT??!!!!!?????", while I managed to calm down and then laugh at him, even though I was apologizing immensely for the rude awakening.
I swear, that boy must have some majorly intense bunny dreams to keep him so sound...even Anna's heavy-duty weight and trompsing all over him wasn't enough to wake him from his schnoooze. Nope...it was his mom's maniacal screaming that did the trick though.
Silly boy.
Actually, I was hoping against hope that this time I'd escape the ravages of post-antibiotic reactions. The pain and swelling had eased up - actually the pain had gone away - and I was feeling better. Then last Thursday evening I began to get a headache. And I just didn't feel quite right. Friday was even worse, but I kept putting it off as being tired.
Well, I wound up spending a great deal of Saturday in bed (and it was so beautiful outside too!), and on Sunday I'd had enough, and finally decided to go to the clinic. I'd developed a yeast infection along with oral thrush (ick, y'all haven't lived till you've had that) and was feeling completely crappy. And the pain around the surgery site had come back. So off to the clinic I go, only to discover it didn't open for another hour. So I walked back home. Did some things there. Took the dog out. Then went back to the clinic. Was told the doctor had gone to lunch and would be back in about an hour to an hour and a half. So I went back home again. Let the rabbits out. Felt ickky. Yofi leapt about and had a riot. Anna did twists and turns and zoomed and darted (who knew she of immense belly measurements could be so agile?). And I sat and watched.
Finally I decided to return the bunnies to their room (not without major protest from both of them) and walk to the clinic yet again. Got there. No doctor. He'd gone out for a bit and, as I was told, would be back sometime later...but...he also had a list of patients waiting to see him when he returned. So I explained what I wanted to the receptionist; I needed a prescrip. for Nystatin for the thrush, which is what was making me so miserable. I asked her if one can get it from the pharmacy without a doctor's note, and she shrugged and said, 'Maybe. Go to the pharmacy and ask them'. So I walked all the way down to the pharmacy, only to be told that, nope...you have to have a prescription. From a doctor. (Apparently a real one too...anyone with the first name of 'Doctor' doesn't count.)
So I went back home, let the bunnies out again, and sulked in my misery. :tears2:
Today I went to the dentist to have the stitches removed. YOWWWWW!!! She wound up having to freeze me because my mouth was so tender. But at least the stitches are out. And she gave me a prescrip for some Nystatin too (yay)...and said that at least the outer part looks good. I go back in two weeks for an x-ray and follow-up. Phew! I will be glad when this is over.
On a Yofi note, you'd think I'd know him better by now. One Saturday morning a couple of weeks ago I walked into their room and there was Anna, sitting at the door of the cage and wanting out, whilst Yofi was in full schnoooze mode behind her. I went over to the cage and opened the door, talked to Anna and scratched her head, and laughed at Yofi because of his rather comatose sleep habits. However, as I sat talking to Anna I began to look at Yofi...and noticed he wasn't stirring at all, other than a very faint breatheing movement in his belly. So I said, "Yofi...time to get up" and moved Anna out of the way.
Nothing.
So I called to him again, this time a little louder ("Yofi...get UP..."). And I pushed Anna out of the way again.
Again, nothing.
I called him again, and this time Anna actually stepped on him (her way of 'going around' a solid object).
Still, nothing. Not a single twitch.
Omigod, was he in a coma? Was he dying? What was wrong with him? Now I really panicked...I jumped up and yelled "YOFI!!!!!", fearing the worst....and apparently I almost scared the poor guy half to death. He leapt into the air in major bunny-panic mode, his eyes absolutely wild and his face saying, "What? WHAT?! WHATTTT??!!!!!?????", while I managed to calm down and then laugh at him, even though I was apologizing immensely for the rude awakening.
I swear, that boy must have some majorly intense bunny dreams to keep him so sound...even Anna's heavy-duty weight and trompsing all over him wasn't enough to wake him from his schnoooze. Nope...it was his mom's maniacal screaming that did the trick though.
Silly boy.