Sithreal Update

[helen99]

So... For most of yesterday evening, rialian was reading Horrors Beyond, a compilation of stories set within or similar to the Lovecraftian mythos, and finished it toward midnight. At that point he went to keep Sithreal company for a half hour or so.



Eventually he came back out and said, "They missed a staple - Sithreal still has a staple in him." Earlier, I'd noticed that one area of the incision still looked a little irritated and he seemed to be persistently licking and biting at it, causing me to have to put the collar back on him. I'd looked and hadn't seen the staple myself, so I'm glad he caught that.

I realized that he's a big cat who doesn't take well to strange people messing with his sore tummy, so the tech probably had a hard time with him. Also, I knew that the skin is kind of loose in that area, so a staple may have gotten tucked away between folds of skin. However, right around that point I was not wanting to be too reasonable about it. I was livid.

There ensued a stream of diatribe from me about "those IDIOTS" and "that stupid girl" and "I'll have their heads on a platter." Said livid condition persisted, too. I didn't get over it. I decided to take a shower to see if that would help. Then I couldn't find my towel. After I stormed around looking for it for a few minutes, Rialian located a couple of towels and off to the showers I stormed.

I got out of the shower feeling better but still angry. I called the vet's office and left a message that they should expect me early because there was still a staple left. Then I did the litterboxes, cleaned the snake tanks, and we did some energy work for about half an hour. I told rialian, "I know exactly what you're thinking. You think it was an honest mistake and that I shouldn't be this angry." He said, "These things happen." I said, "I knew you were thinking that." Finally I was able to go to sleep. Then I woke up, still angry.

This is unusual for me - usually I'll get over something right away, but I was still angry when I woke up. It persisted through getting ready to take Sithreal to the vet (which I shouldn't have had to do), carrying him into the car (because Rialian's back is acting up so he shouldn't be carrying my 20-lb cat), and riding in the car with Sithreal meowing incessantly (because he had to make a trip he shouldn't have had to make) while Rialian drove (instead of getting himself to work on time). Rialian suggested that maybe we were a little too late for him to drive Sithreal home at this time, so we should ask for him to stay at the vet's office until we could pick him up.

I said, "We can do that if you want, but they'd better not try to charge me for it. After their glaring negligence, they'd best do whatever I want at this point and not charge me for their mistake. Otherwise they'll have to deal with me."

He said, "Yes, my lovey."

Then I added, "I'll let you do the talking. You can be the Mouth of Sauron. Unless they give me a problem about charging me, in which case they'll still have to deal with me."

He said, "I.... See. So... I spent all day yesterday reading lovecraftian books, and now my wife tells me that she is ... Sauron."

Anyway, we arrive at the vet's office, and they are apologizing all over themselves (they got my message earlier). The tech came out and Rialian showed her where the staple was. That's when we found out that there were two staples still there, not one. I'm glad I didn't know that until the end. She got them both out and we looked him over carefully to make sure that there were no more.

Suddenly all the anger dissipated. It wouldn't go away until those staples were gone, but as soon as they were gone, it vanished. It was really bizarre. Sithreal is back home. He'll have to wear the cone until tomorrow night. Poor guy.



So that was the evening and the morning of the eleventy leventh day.

Comments

[christinemis.livejournal.com]

*hugs* Glad kitty is now staple-less.
Hopefully you can worry less now.

[helen99.livejournal.com]

Thanks (hugs). At least the worry level will be small enough for everyone's life (including his) to go back to normal. If we actually beat this thing, (i.e., it does not come back), we will be very fortunate.