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Ack, too much drama
May. 31st, 2014 11:10 pmSo I took some laundry out into the garage, and when I opened the door to come back into the house, Ajani (the white one) stuck his paw through the crack between the door and the wall, on the hinged side, and of course then when I came through it got a bit crushed. And then when I reached down to extricate him, I got bitten. I had J. come hold the door in place while I washed the blood off my hand, then it took what seemed like an excruciatingly long time, nearly 10 minutes, before we got Ajani free. D. had completely panicked and freaked out, poor D.
So we drove Ajani to the emergency vet, this being 6 p.m. on a Saturday. They checked him in then send me to the urgent care center up the street. I spent an hour and a half there and got antibiotics and scary stories about what could happen if an infection sets in. Then we went back for Ajani, who -- thank god -- did not have a broken leg. They had given him some painkillers and iced his leg a bunch. We brought him home and set him loose in the house again, then we went out to dinner at the Mexican restaurant, which very kindly let us order food at 9:30 p.m. when they close at 10 p.m.
Now my hand is moderately unhappy, but I can more or less type. Ajani thinks he's fine, although it could be the painkillers talking, but poor Sorin had been left alone for the first time in his life, for three whole hours, and he's gone and holed up in the corner behind the TV, and he will not stop growling, and won't let Ajani come near him.
So we drove Ajani to the emergency vet, this being 6 p.m. on a Saturday. They checked him in then send me to the urgent care center up the street. I spent an hour and a half there and got antibiotics and scary stories about what could happen if an infection sets in. Then we went back for Ajani, who -- thank god -- did not have a broken leg. They had given him some painkillers and iced his leg a bunch. We brought him home and set him loose in the house again, then we went out to dinner at the Mexican restaurant, which very kindly let us order food at 9:30 p.m. when they close at 10 p.m.
Now my hand is moderately unhappy, but I can more or less type. Ajani thinks he's fine, although it could be the painkillers talking, but poor Sorin had been left alone for the first time in his life, for three whole hours, and he's gone and holed up in the corner behind the TV, and he will not stop growling, and won't let Ajani come near him.