oooh mercy! I almost had an epic OFG meltdown at the veterinary surgery center.
I had my usual insomnia last night and got about 1 1/2 hours sleep. I finally fed the critters and decided to see about Rio. I called before I left the house and asked if Rio was ready to come home. She said she checked with the tech and yep, he was ready to go. So I drive 20 minutes to the clinic in my parents big ol' honking 15 passenger van that has a wheelchair lift. I get there at 8:05. I was the only client in the building. At
8:55 they said he was ready and I could check out!!!! (about 15 minutes into it the receptionist tells me there is a new vet and new tech doing rounds, but there are only 3 dogs counting RIo so it'll be just a minute).
So I pay the ginormous bill and the receptionist says oh dear, she forgot to get the surgeon to fill out the insurance paper and he is off, so I will need to drive back down there tomorrow to get the forms.
Then the tech comes to give me aftercare instructions . As she got further along the page, the written instructions became more vague and so did she. I didn't care, whatever, I know how to tend an incision. Then she starts talking about physical therapy and using the cold gel pack they provided but she "didn't know how to use the pack. Just read the book. I think it is 10-15 minutes or something after you walk him or at night, but it's in the book just read it". And the aftercare mentions supplements, she says "talk to your family vet or come back tomorrow and see the surgeon about those, I don't know what your dog would need".
I am seething. She starts to go get Rio, I say "He is going to freak out knowing I am here, go ahead and put his own collar on him so that is one less thing". Nah, they've got it.
Of course the next sound is Rio choking himself straining against the slip leash and the tech angrily and loudly commanding him to "Stop it! STOP dog!". The receptionist says to her "let me help you with the door" - the reply made me so angry I was shaking and nearly bit the blood out of my lip "I don't need help with the door I need help with the crazy dog, he doesn't mind anything" and she kept on "He's crazy" "he doesn't listen"
I met them at the door and told him to settle down, touched his head and he quieted. But of course the tech said she would need to walk him out so she could use the sling and I just nodded so I wouldn't go to jail. He freaked out all the way home. My dad helped me get him inside using a towel as a sling and he still freaked out even inside. I took him out and he tried to bolt, his tail so tight between his legs it looked like he didn't have one. I finally calmed him down enough that he was able to squat and pee.... and pee... and pee... and - well, you get the idea. Poor dog must have held it all night.
I called my vet and she spent about 15 minutes on the phone with me. They are going to let me borrow a sling and they have a big sample container of the supplements. She wanted the name of the tech and said "only FAMILY can call him crazy. She can't, and especially not the way she was saying it". I didn't have her name so she said she would call the surgeon and get it - turns out my vet is good friends with the owner of the surgery place. OOPS
So now Rio is resting after a bite to eat (my mom boiled some chicken for him lol) and a good drink of cold water. It is going to be a long 6 weeks.
I gotta go.... I have a book to read
ETA photo (yes, there are 2 different beds and he is laying on the floor. I think he is hot)