I made an appointment for my 14 year old to get her tooth pulled- as she was in dire need. Somehow hubby was unable to acquire an appointment but I did and it was for Monday, December 30th.
The rules were: no food after 10pm the night before and no water the morning of. Sounds simple, right? Well, it would sound simple if I knew which day of the week it was since I was on staycation.
Hubby: You didn’t take the dog; she had a 9:30 am appointment. You hocked and hocked me to make an appointment, and then you forget to take her?
Me: Oh shit! I just gave her her treat and medicine!! Her food and water has been out all night!
Hubby: Well you better take her there and tell them that.
So, I rush over to the vet- in my jammies, and apologize for my tardiness.
Me: I’m sorry I’m late; I don’t even know what day of the week it is!
Nurse: Did she have anything to eat this morning?
Me: (debating) She had a very small treat.
Nurse: (annoyed) What kind of treat?
Me: (think quickly) A little chewy.
Nurse: I’ll have to get the doctor.
Doctor: Hi, so she had a treat this morning? Did she have anything else?
Me: (She’s 14… she’s been in bad shape… she needs this tooth out. She’s barely made it here today…..) Nope.
Doctor: Because there is some risk…. she could aspirate from the anesthesia and that could cause blockage, etc. etc. bla bla bla….
And all I said was, I’m ok with you taking the risk. I’m confident she’ll survive and if she doesn’t, then it’s God’s plan, God’s plan.
Now, before you all go tsk tsk’ing me, all she does is lay in a corner all day and wake up to eat. She barely walks… and when she does, she falls. Aspirating in her sleep would have probably been more humane.
But you can all relax, she did well from the tooth pulling and unlike the doctor’s orders, she wolfed down her kibble that evening.