It's been another more-than-a-month and of course a lot has happened in that time.
The main thing is that I finally went about getting my wisdom teeth out on July 18, which has just been one disaster after another. The first couple days were peachy-keen. Then, about three days into my recovery, I developed dry socket in the two lower sockets. Every few days I returned to the oral surgeon to have the dressings replaced, until eventually the dressings stopped helping with the pain on the right-side socket (the left one had stopped hurting by this point). When I mentioned this to the dental assistant (surgical assistant?), she said perhaps the dressings were interfering with the wound closing, causing the pain. They gave me some more ketoprofen (a non-narcotic drug, an NSAID like Advil except much
stronger--apparently it's commonly used for horses) and sent me off, saying I'd probably be fine in a few days.
Famous last words. In a few days I was in unbearable pain and, though it was a weekend, I paged the doc. He called in an antibiotic prescription for me. Thank God, that actually helped a lot and I am doing much better now. That infection was probably brewing in there for a while because when it became painful enough to surface above the ketoprofen, it was pretty bad.
In unrelated news, one of my rats sprouted a large tumor and a smaller tumor friend for it almost overnight. As always, the rat who is sick is the one I like the best of the two (Chloe's Eyebrows, the one that is more tolerant of being picked up). I took her in to the local exotics veterinarian, assuming that these lumps were abscesses as a result of rough play with her cagemate, especially with the speed that they appeared. The veterinarian wasn't sure what the lumps were just from feeling them, so he did a few tests. Of course it is malignant cancer (rats are very susceptible to mammary cancer which often appears near the armpits and groin, which just happens to be where these two tumors are). He recommended against surgery, largely because these tumors always grow back, often quite soon after removal, and usually the cancer has already spread to the internal organs by the time the tumors are removed.
His recommendation was to keep her alive until her life is no longer pleasant for her, and then to put her to sleep. I felt this was a reasonable suggestion, since although one of the tumors is large, it doesn't seem to be causing her any pain, and she's still able to get around easily. When either of those changes, we will be going back in.
That was all very depressing news! In a more pleasant update, my dog is adorable. This picture of her was taken on the 4th of July weekend last month.
Labels: pets, problems, rat