Advanced warning! Readers may find the second photo distressing as it is a close up of Gizmo's neck after the session with the vet yesterday.
I keep telling myself 'think nice thoughts'. Doing so I can transport myself back to a beach in St Lucia 27 years ago. The palms were swaying and I was sipping a Pina Colada from a coconut shell. Carefree days looking out to the ocean, the pitons in the distance.........
Back to more recent events. Yesterday was another stressful day and my anxiety level was through the roof. We took Gizmo back to the vet for our scheduled appointment. Just before I put him in the carry basket I noticed that some of his stitches were missing, once again leaving a gaping hole. Back at the vets he stapled the hole together and wrapped up Gizmo's back leg with a bandage to prevent him from scratching the stitches/staples out. We were told that if it opened up after this time they would have to operate again.
This 're-consultation' and treatment cost an additional £91.57. The bandage application excluding materials alone was £24.00. Am I going mad? We were with the vet for a maximum of 10 minutes and 5 minutes of that was spent with him taking Gizmo to another room to staple his neck. It is not so much about the money (although we can't really afford these costs to go on much longer) it is more about the greed and lack of empathy that infuriates me most of all and the misdiagnosis in the first place (sprained leg) which has allowed the situation to escalate.
The photo above is Gizmo today lying on my bed this morning. He can't walk properly with his tightly bandaged leg and keeps trying to shake it off. He was snoring when I took this photo and he must have been dreaming too as his whiskers were twitching.
This photo shows how he looked after seeing the vet yesterday. How the hell did the vet expect all the stitches to stay in when they were so sparse in the first place? I wonder how much it costs 'per stitch'! Anyway I hope the staples hold out until out next vet visit on Wednesday evening. I am scared that Gizmo will catch the staples on something and am paranoid if I can't see him for a few minutes in case he is scratching behind the furniture where I can't get access to him.
This recent experience has put me off having a pet ever again.