Winston's latest
Bad monkey = me. I'm all backlogged on comment replies and even getting around to everybody's blogs. If you ever read the Little House on the Prairie books and remember the book where Laura's too busy partying it up at church socials and competing in spelling bees to study, that's sort of what my life has been like lately.
But please excuse me for one more day, and also please send some happy thoughts/vibes/prayers (however you roll) for Winston, who is having a minor surgery today for an ear polyp that was discovered over the weekend. It's not the polyp I'm worried about (I'm told they're mostly benign, and you could really drive yourself crazy speculating otherwise), but general anesthesia always carries a risk.
I'm also a little worried that this could affect the hearing in his left ear, but considering he's not a very good listener, I'm not going to lose any sleep over that for the time being.
It began when he gave a big old yelp at about 4 am Saturday, and then later that day proceeded to yelp whenever anyone touched his left ear. We went to the vet and they found the polyp.
So, I have no actual reason to freak out, but I still hate to have him put under. He's such a little guy.
I should put "little" in quotes, though, because he's back up to almost 20 pounds. (The container of sugar cookies he managed to find and decimate the other day certainly didn't help.)
Thanks, everybody. I'll post an update when he's out of surgery.
But please excuse me for one more day, and also please send some happy thoughts/vibes/prayers (however you roll) for Winston, who is having a minor surgery today for an ear polyp that was discovered over the weekend. It's not the polyp I'm worried about (I'm told they're mostly benign, and you could really drive yourself crazy speculating otherwise), but general anesthesia always carries a risk.
I'm also a little worried that this could affect the hearing in his left ear, but considering he's not a very good listener, I'm not going to lose any sleep over that for the time being.
It began when he gave a big old yelp at about 4 am Saturday, and then later that day proceeded to yelp whenever anyone touched his left ear. We went to the vet and they found the polyp.
So, I have no actual reason to freak out, but I still hate to have him put under. He's such a little guy.
I should put "little" in quotes, though, because he's back up to almost 20 pounds. (The container of sugar cookies he managed to find and decimate the other day certainly didn't help.)
Thanks, everybody. I'll post an update when he's out of surgery.
posted by Katie Alender at
9:09 AM
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My little baby has ear problems all the time. I've been through the 4 in the morning bit. Good luck to Winston. Good luck to you.
Good luck, Winston. Warm wishes, hugs and kisses. :)
Church socials and spelling bees -- oh, those were the days! My mother, who was the oldest mother around when I was a kid, used to recall these along with taffy pulls and quilting bees. Kids don't know what they're missing...
I'm glad Winston is okay now! There is something really scary about a small animal under anesthesia. They look so helpless and vulnerable.
Stephanie, why do they always choose emergency vet hours to eat the bees or get the puffy eyes or throw up everything they've eaten for three days? I feel your pain. Thanks for the well wishes. They worked!
Mary, thanks. :-)
Mary Witzl--quilting bees, SWOON! And oh, goodness, just thinking about Winston sedated makes me feel all aflutter in a bad way.
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