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More About My Eye

In English bulldogs, Thats' Health, Thats' Life on August 21, 2009 at 11:00 PM

First the back story…

On Tuesday, July 28th, I go to the vet.  As usual, Mom had already done her research.  She was all prepared for the vet to confirm her worst fear:  I had a corneal ulcer in my left eye.  But she hoped for a miracle anyway.  Keep hope alive!

We stood on line.  We gave our name and address.  I was weighed. We went back out to the waiting area.  We waited.  After a time, we were escorted into one of the examination rooms.

A rather weary looking woman in a dingy white lab coat, with long, greasy, dull hair and an even more dull and dingy complexion came in.  By now, I cannot even open my left eye so you would have to be blind, stupid and crazy not to know which one of the two was the problem eye.  Mom tells her about the constant squinting, the gummy tears, and scooting (my hinny itches).

Mom specifically asks her:  “Does he have a corneal ulcer?”

She puts these PH strips in my left eye.  She gives me two injections.  She comments how every time she injects white dogs with the needle, they bleed (like I was doing?).  She puts iodine in my left eye.  She expresses my anus.

Her diagnosis?  I do not have a corneal ulcer. That’s a relief! (?)  What I do have is an ear infection. (Uhhh?)  I’m sent home with some eye ointment Mom has to squeeze into my eye several times a day, Cephalexin (something like Keflex), OTO-Max for the ears, and Aller-chlor.  Can you say  Ka-ching$$$!

On Friday, August 7th I’m back.  I see a new doctor.  This time, I do have a corneal ulcer (whaaat?!!?) and it’s gotten worse.  Mom’s upset.  I get another injection and this time I’m sent home with Gentocin drops for my eye, Centrine for the (inside voice)  constipation brought on by the antibiotics, and Previcox, a pain killer.

Monday, August 10th, I have the third eye flap procedure.  The new doctor asks Mom for her phone number, writes it down in my file and tells her she’ll be called when I’m ready for her to pick me up at 3pm.  Mom’s back at the office at three.  She sits down and waits.  The phone never rang.

At 3:15, the phone still hasn’t rung, so she asks a young man at the desk if she’s supposed to pick me up or what.  He doesn’t even ask her name or anything, but assures her he’s going to find out what’s what.  Mom sits down, but observes the young man is just going about his business in the office.  She decided to wait on the intake line.  Keep hope alive!

“Next person in line, please…”

Mom steps up and spells her last name, and explains why she’s there.  Then she sits back down and waits.  The new doctor comes out and explains I’ll be ready soon.  This time we’re sent home with Amoxicilin, Tagamet, and Cephazolin drops for my eye. Another confidence inspiring experience at Riverside Vets.  I must also add the eye med label and the doctor’s notes in my file after my first visit read right eye when the problem is in my left eye.

Friday, August 14th.  I go for a checkup.  I’m in and out in all of twenty minutes.

Friday, August 21.  I’m all out of eye drops.  Mom has the empty bottle of Cephazolin and tells the new, new doctor the bottle is empty yet he proceeds to invite her to administer the drops.  She again tells the doctor the bottle is empty.  He assures her my eye is doing well even though he can’t see whether the ulcer is there or not because the third eye lid is sewn up over my eye.  My file notes the Cephazolin should be administered four (4) times a day, yet the instruction printed on the bottle orders that the drops be administered every 12 hours.  Oh, oh, Mom’s upset.  He assures her he will order a refill of the eye drops.  We go to the waiting room and wait.

When we’re called, we go up to the counter and the reception desk girl plunks down a small bottle of Gentocin Opthamalic solution.  We are out of Cephazolin! The empty Cephazolin bottle is what Mom brought into the office.   The empty Cephazolin bottle is what Mom showed to the new, new doctor.  The empty Cephazolin bottle is what the new, new doctor held in his hand and looked at.  What’s going on around here?

We sit down again and wait.  Our confidence in the level of care I’m receiving here at an office with a 40 year reputation for specializing in bulldogs is at the edge of west on the spectrum of negative.  Mom is up—set!

The reception desk girl calls our name and we step up to it once again.  We finally have a new bottle of Cephazolin, but no renewed confidence.  Yet another confidence inspiring experience at Riverside Vets.  Next week, I’m supposed to have the sutures removed.  The moment of truth.  The grand unveiling.  The event we’ve all been waiting for.

Has the procedure been a success? Have I received adequate care? Has my eye healed?  Tune in next time…  Same That time…  Same That channel…

Goodwill Energies I direct
Toward each and every one of you
Each and every day

“And there came to be evening and there came to be morning.”.  (Gen 1:4)

That’s life today.  Ciao!

Keep hope alive!

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