I told you all about how many bananas I ate last week. Mommy says that might be related to this week's issues. See, one of Mommy's bestest friends noticed that something was coming out "down there" that was milky and shouldn't have been coming out at all. So she and Mommy took me outside and I did my business. It was bright lime green when I went. So Mommy called the vet. They said I should come in right away.
The vet did a bunch of things to me, including sticking things where they don't belong. I'm going to sit every time I see him from now on. I don't want him to do those things to me again. Then this nice lady took me for a walk, but it was short. Then she brought me back to Mommy. I was really excited to see Mommy, even though it'd only been five minutes.
A few minutes later, the doctor came back. He told Mommy some stuff, that the normal ph in the bladder should be 5.5 and mine was 8, that there were bacteria there and more than there should be and that there were white blood cells. I'm not sure what all of that means. Anyway, he said she should give me some medications. One's an antibiotic, which Mommy says will kill the things that make me feel so sick (I can't get too comfortable). The other he said was for "pain management". Mommy asked him what class of drug it was, which surprised him. He said it's an NSAID (like Ibuprofen for those of you who aren't comfortable withdrug types). She told him she was glad that they were concerned about my pain needs. She told him she has lots of experience in the pain management area.
Mommy told me she saw a study that said that
Vets get three times more training in pain than doctors
I got worried that maybe Mommy should come to my doctor. She said not to worry, because her doctors have more experience in pain, and have worked hard to learn how to help her. She has more thoughts about that study, but says she's more worried about how to make me feel better than anything.
I'm tired. I don't feel good, and Mommy is sad that I don't feel good. She says she wishes she knew how to help me. She's kind of hovering, giving me lots of pets when I want them, letting me cuddle with her and making sure I get lots of opportunities to relieve. But if you can, pray for us. Mommy's in a lot of pain, and is afraid that she isn't going to be good enough for what I need this week. I'm hoping I can help mommy feel better too. Maybe I'll cuddle with her in bed and force her to rest that way.
Sick puppy hugs and a twitchlike wag of the tail,