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Mar. 21st, 2008
Tuesday, Wednesday heart attack...
Mar. 21st, 2008 03:55 pmSo.
We took Binary to the vet today. Good news? Not a tumor! It's a cyst/abscess and, essentially, full of pus.
Now here comes the fun story...
After the vet poked at it a bit, she asked if we wanted her to jab it so we could all get a good idea of WHAT is was. Yeah, sure, we say. Give us an idea of WHAT it is exactly (at the time, we were all stumped). So, I manage to wrangle Binary in and she jabs the protrusion. Not much, aside from blood comes out, until she checks the needle closer. Pus! This is good. Very good. Means it's NOT a tumor and he doesn't need surgery. We're all a little puzzled because, usually, an abscess has a head of some sort, a scab where it's ready to pop. She says she can drain it, if we want to come in tomorrow. We agree, but she also says she doesn't have any immediate appointments, if we want her to try and get some more fluid out. Yeah, definiately. The grabs a bigger needle and I grab Binary.
So, she's draining it. Icky, icky pus and blood. I'm accoustomed to this. I've cleaned out abscesses before. Not via needle, but it's still about the same. Gross smell, icky fluids. And I'm watching her fill the needle up..and I start getting queasy. Okay, no problem. It IS really gross. But gross in a 'that god that's coming out, that's disgusting' kind of way. I keep myself composed until I see her pull the needle back. I comment that I'm a but queasy and I need to sit down. Okay, no problem. Nothing unusual for a vet's office, of course. And then, I go pale. And I almost completely pass out. I remember blacking out just shortly. I don't know WHAT did it to me. Blood doesn't bother me, needles don't bother me, pus doesn't bother me. I could, if I needed to, have done the draining myself.
So I sit and try to keep talking to TJ. Telling her and the vet (and myself) that I'm okay. Pale, cold chills, queasy. TJ said my eyes started to roll back at one point. I sat there for a bit before I felt comfortable enough to get to my feet. We go out to pay for the visit and I was resting my head on the counter so I had a stable surface to hold onto. And then, I'm told to sit down. Now. I was slightly confused for a moment before I realized one of the vets stole a chair from a tech for me and TJ brought me a little water. So I sat there for a few minutes, talking and laughing a bit about the whole situation until I completely recovered.
All in all, it was pretty entertaining. And now the vet office will have something to talk about today! XD
But I can't, for the life of me, figure out what makes me do that. It happened years back when the knife dropped on my hand. I was perfectly calm, washed my wound, sat in the living room for a few minutes and told Pat what happened, and then I went downstairs, passed out, and TJ had to slap me to bring me to.
Interesting day, to say the least.
As for Binary, the lump is still really big. When I get off work in the morning, I'll see if anything can be drained from it. If not, he'll be going to the vet in the morning and getting knocked out so the vet can drain it.
Overall, a good day. I have a KFC bowl and coleslaw. <3<3
We took Binary to the vet today. Good news? Not a tumor! It's a cyst/abscess and, essentially, full of pus.
Now here comes the fun story...
After the vet poked at it a bit, she asked if we wanted her to jab it so we could all get a good idea of WHAT is was. Yeah, sure, we say. Give us an idea of WHAT it is exactly (at the time, we were all stumped). So, I manage to wrangle Binary in and she jabs the protrusion. Not much, aside from blood comes out, until she checks the needle closer. Pus! This is good. Very good. Means it's NOT a tumor and he doesn't need surgery. We're all a little puzzled because, usually, an abscess has a head of some sort, a scab where it's ready to pop. She says she can drain it, if we want to come in tomorrow. We agree, but she also says she doesn't have any immediate appointments, if we want her to try and get some more fluid out. Yeah, definiately. The grabs a bigger needle and I grab Binary.
So, she's draining it. Icky, icky pus and blood. I'm accoustomed to this. I've cleaned out abscesses before. Not via needle, but it's still about the same. Gross smell, icky fluids. And I'm watching her fill the needle up..and I start getting queasy. Okay, no problem. It IS really gross. But gross in a 'that god that's coming out, that's disgusting' kind of way. I keep myself composed until I see her pull the needle back. I comment that I'm a but queasy and I need to sit down. Okay, no problem. Nothing unusual for a vet's office, of course. And then, I go pale. And I almost completely pass out. I remember blacking out just shortly. I don't know WHAT did it to me. Blood doesn't bother me, needles don't bother me, pus doesn't bother me. I could, if I needed to, have done the draining myself.
So I sit and try to keep talking to TJ. Telling her and the vet (and myself) that I'm okay. Pale, cold chills, queasy. TJ said my eyes started to roll back at one point. I sat there for a bit before I felt comfortable enough to get to my feet. We go out to pay for the visit and I was resting my head on the counter so I had a stable surface to hold onto. And then, I'm told to sit down. Now. I was slightly confused for a moment before I realized one of the vets stole a chair from a tech for me and TJ brought me a little water. So I sat there for a few minutes, talking and laughing a bit about the whole situation until I completely recovered.
All in all, it was pretty entertaining. And now the vet office will have something to talk about today! XD
But I can't, for the life of me, figure out what makes me do that. It happened years back when the knife dropped on my hand. I was perfectly calm, washed my wound, sat in the living room for a few minutes and told Pat what happened, and then I went downstairs, passed out, and TJ had to slap me to bring me to.
Interesting day, to say the least.
As for Binary, the lump is still really big. When I get off work in the morning, I'll see if anything can be drained from it. If not, he'll be going to the vet in the morning and getting knocked out so the vet can drain it.
Overall, a good day. I have a KFC bowl and coleslaw. <3<3
