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Aug. 9th, 2021 05:41 pmIt turns out Milo has a broken leg.
The vet has no idea how he's done it as the bone wasn't soft or suspicious, so all she can think is he landed wrong when he jumped off the cat tower and that was enough.
Just getting X-rays, blood tests etc has burned through half of our insurance and the vet says the op will take it way over any money we have left. So, we tried to get him referred to the PDSA only to find out he wasn't on their system. Many phone calls later and it seems they spelt our surname wrong yesterday so that's why they couldn't find us.
Simply Cats eventually sent Milo's notes and X-rays over and the head vet at the PDSA will take a look in the morning and make sure they can do the op, which I hope they can otherwise I don't know what we'll do.
We'll get the money somehow but man, today has been the worst. Milo has a broken leg and has to stay at the vets overnight and then if he is approved to transfer we have to get him to the PDSA, which wouldn't be an issue except it's my FiLs funeral tomorrow and we have to pick up flowers and get to the house ready to go in the mourning car.
It was James' uncle's funeral today and my MiL and SiL didn't react well at all as both have been bottling up and not thinking about Ted so I know tomorrow is going to be horrible. And that's without Milo potentially having an emergency op at the same time.
I'm hot and tired as I spent last night on the couch with Milo as I was so worried about him and am a horrible person as I've shed more tears today about him than I have about my uncle and FiL, and I know that it's because it's the straw that broke the camels back but still.
I'm waiting for one more phone call from the vets, hopefully with worked out logistics about moving Milo tomorrow and then need to go drive to Newcastle to pick up Corey.
I bet you're all thrilled I've got my computer back now. Normally I try to find the positive in situations, but right now I have to admit, I'm finding that hard.
ETA: The vet nurse has called and I owe that woman and all the other staff big time. She's pushed and pushed the PDSA to ensure they check the notes and X-Rays first thing and will call me at 9am. Which means hopefully we can pick Milo up from Simply Cats and get him transferred before starting the funeral stuff. She also gave me the first smile of the day when she said Milo was on the good drugs but was happily eating his way through a tin of tuna. And that Lucie the vet would be travelling in to check him during the night.
The vet has no idea how he's done it as the bone wasn't soft or suspicious, so all she can think is he landed wrong when he jumped off the cat tower and that was enough.
Just getting X-rays, blood tests etc has burned through half of our insurance and the vet says the op will take it way over any money we have left. So, we tried to get him referred to the PDSA only to find out he wasn't on their system. Many phone calls later and it seems they spelt our surname wrong yesterday so that's why they couldn't find us.
Simply Cats eventually sent Milo's notes and X-rays over and the head vet at the PDSA will take a look in the morning and make sure they can do the op, which I hope they can otherwise I don't know what we'll do.
We'll get the money somehow but man, today has been the worst. Milo has a broken leg and has to stay at the vets overnight and then if he is approved to transfer we have to get him to the PDSA, which wouldn't be an issue except it's my FiLs funeral tomorrow and we have to pick up flowers and get to the house ready to go in the mourning car.
It was James' uncle's funeral today and my MiL and SiL didn't react well at all as both have been bottling up and not thinking about Ted so I know tomorrow is going to be horrible. And that's without Milo potentially having an emergency op at the same time.
I'm hot and tired as I spent last night on the couch with Milo as I was so worried about him and am a horrible person as I've shed more tears today about him than I have about my uncle and FiL, and I know that it's because it's the straw that broke the camels back but still.
I'm waiting for one more phone call from the vets, hopefully with worked out logistics about moving Milo tomorrow and then need to go drive to Newcastle to pick up Corey.
I bet you're all thrilled I've got my computer back now. Normally I try to find the positive in situations, but right now I have to admit, I'm finding that hard.
ETA: The vet nurse has called and I owe that woman and all the other staff big time. She's pushed and pushed the PDSA to ensure they check the notes and X-Rays first thing and will call me at 9am. Which means hopefully we can pick Milo up from Simply Cats and get him transferred before starting the funeral stuff. She also gave me the first smile of the day when she said Milo was on the good drugs but was happily eating his way through a tin of tuna. And that Lucie the vet would be travelling in to check him during the night.
