Ciara weighed in at 6.5 pounds! That’s good, she’s steadily gaining weight.
She got her injections (I found out today exactly what they are, I was right on the vitamin B and calcium, the third ingredient is magnesium). The vet said her back left leg is back to normal (which I don’t quite understand, she can’t put weight on it, maybe he means feeling wise; and maybe she can’t put weight on it because the muscles are weak from disuse). She peed on the table and I wiped it up.
Then the vet tech walked away and I was holding her. I wasn’t watching the vet and he squeezed one of her legs. She wasn’t happy about this and she turned her head and bit me. *lol* Blood flowed. But that’s okay, I can understand it and I didn’t and don’t hold it against her. Honestly, I’m surprised she hasn’t done it sooner.
She goes in again Friday at 10:30, then next Wednesday at 2:00 in the afternoon. I don’t like the idea of driving in the afternoon, but I am getting a little more used to it at this point. I have to drive through a city named Santee on my way to route 52 and they are working on an extension of the 52 and traffic is obnoxious. Bleh. But that’s the worst part of the trip.
Another hopeful thing. Ciara seems to have remembered how to sleep. She slept yesterday and she’s been sleeping ever since we got home. Her breathing still isn’t wonderful, but it’s not nearly as bad as it had been.
Cautiously optimistic. That’s me.