I have been obsessing pretty hard over Domino and her hips the last month or so, as seen by the fact I think all of my posts lately have mentioned it. I am not a crazy dog person, and yet. AND YET.
Anyway, she's all healed up! She had her post op visit with the surgeon, who was delighted, and said that she's healed up way, way better than he'd expected. Surgical wound is healed, her hip and gait are holding up fine, and she's behaving like she has zero pain - we gave her three sedatives to get her calmed down enough that she only rolled around on the floor and licked people, instead of furiously playbowing and prancing and pouncing and yipping, which is what happens if she's not high as a kite with strangers.
He figured she'd be limping still! So he was very startled, lol, but she doesn't need to maintain the ecollar, and he said she's cleared for any and all exercise, and he wants us to start pushing her to maximise the development of the false joint.
I'm not sure if it's the gluocosamine, the probiotics, me babying the shit out of her the first week and not allowing her to do shit standing up without the hip sling on, or what? But heyyy, I'll take it! Stock tank is coming in today, so her daft ass fucking hydrotherapy tank should be up and running by Friday. It'd be set up today, but I'm currently in animal hell with trying to find a clinic open in my entire fucking metropolitan area that can do kitten x-rays and not literally bleed me dry over it, because I love cats, but jesus fucking christ.
And I still have to call the doctors and clinics over my shit, and try to find an imaging center that's accepted by my insurance and the hospital system, that isn't three hours away. Busy busy busy. What is life if it's not pointless and aggravating juggling?
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