Wearing the Cone of Shame

While the rest of you were celebrating Thanksgiving and decking the halls, I was homebound after my surgery last Tuesday. On top of the discomfort, Doc and the Veterinarian, made me wear a stupid tee shirt and a cone to keep me from messing with my stiches. I have never felt so humiliated in my life. But I digress, let me start from the beginning.

Last Tuesday morning, Doc dropped me off at the Vet’s office and left me there for my surgery, while she went on to work. I have to say, I didn’t like that too much, being abandoned in my time of need. The staff was nice to me as always, but of course I was anxious because Doc had told me what was going to happen. After a few hours they came to get me for my surgery. After they put the IV in my leg and gave me medication to go to sleep, I didn’t remember too much. When I woke up I was in a crate wearing a big plastic cone and places on my body hurt. Later I found out that the doctor had removed 6 fatty tumors (lipomas) from my body, all non cancerous. They found one attached to a muscle under my front leg, so it was good they found that one before it was embedded too deep in the muscle. I just kind of drifted in and out of sleep for the rest of the day, then at about 5pm, they said Doc was here to pick me up.

I won’t lie, it was a struggling to walk, as I still felt so groggy from the medication. I was limping from the surgery and had a big red bandage wrapped around my leg. When Doc saw me she said I looked like a soldier returning from battle.

The next thing I knew, Dustin, the nice vet tech, lifted me into the back of Doc’s car and we went home. The first night was kind of rough, and I could tell Doc was worried about me. She took good care of me and was very strict about fallowing the post surgical orders. Thanksgiving was nice, but I still wasn’t up to par, but I did get lots of sympathy from the family and even four year old AJ, Doc’s great-nephew, gave me a kiss.

So here we are, I am back to work with restrictions, still wearing that stupid cone and a tee shirt, but I found all of that garners a lot of sympathy from the patient’s and the staff. I admit, I kind of like that. I am feeling better every day and this just goes to show you, you can’t keep an old dog down for too long.