Bloodwork Part II
We took a seat in the empty waiting room.
When it was our turn, Mom took me into the examining room where they weighed me. I still think I'm a BIG Man Cat, but I weigh just under 12 pounds. Before I got this hyperthyroidism, I once weighed 13.6, but Mom said that was too fat for me.
THEN the worst happened. The technicians took my blood. I was a big man and didn't cry, but it helped that I had a good tech who only stuck me once. The doctor came in to examine me and talked with Mom about me. Mom told him that Dad thought that I had fleas since I scratch so much. Mom disagreed. The doctor, seeing no flea evidence, but lots of dry skin, decided that was what was making me itch. I now have some oil to take with my food once a day. I haven't decided yet if I like it.
Mom held me in her arms - I like that - as we awaited the blood test results. Good news! I'm doing great, and I just have to continue my half a pill twice a day. Yay!
After paying the bill, where Gypsy seems to be in charge of the credit card machine, I was anxious to leave because the waiting room was filling up with dogs.
Finally, I was compensated for my troubles with a big late breakfast at home.
Jake, you are such a wuss! So many of our friends have had much more serious illnesses and experiences at the VET, but, no, it's all about you here! Hey, I didn't get fed breakfast until after you were gone. And why has Mom let you take over OUR blog lately?! I'll have to have a serious talk with her.