Crazy!

So I had an appointment with my radiation oncologist on Monday. I told her I still have some fleeting pain in my head; not really headaches, but pain nonetheless. I thought she'd say "...it's probably just tumors shrinking.." yada yada. Instead she was concerned enough to order my followup MRI. Last time we talked she said she'd order the MRI 8 weeks after radiation ended. Now it'll be more like 6 weeks by the time it gets scheduled. Not a huge difference, but it gets my mind in that fearful scan mode. yuck.

As if in an effort to get my mind off things, the animals decided to create some major drama yesterday! I was in a cleaning frenzy, and in my frenzy I left the pet gate open and Diesel got outside (our cats are both indoor cats, Hayward is happy that way, Diesel always wants to explore). The problem here is that Red was outside! (We keep the cats and Red separated at all times because Red, essentially, wants to eat cats....despite the shelter telling us that he'd be ok with cats.). I heard a ruckus and hustled out to the yard to find Diesel cornered and cowering and Red barking going after her. I got them separated, screeched at Red and brought him inside. Then I went back and got Diesel. She seemed fine, but there was definitely saliva on her from the dog. I looked her over pretty carefully- nothing was bleeding or sensitive, but I decided to take her to the vet just to be safe. I took her in, and the vet thought her lungs sounded funky and wanted to keep Diesel so they could do x-rays and keep an eye on her. So, I left her there and went home and waited by the phone for news. Later in the afternoon I talked to the vet and found out that Diesel seemed fine. Her lungs were sounding normal and we could go get her at closing time. The only hitch was that Diesel was a "hard stick" (just like me!) so they wanted to leave her catheter in overnight, just in case. How bad can that be right? Ugh.

We picked her up, brought her home and she immediately went after the bandage over the catheter. We turned around, headed back to the vet (thankfully they don't close on time) and got Diesel a cone. Case closed, right? Oh no.... Diesel spent the entire night banging the cone around. She never got comfortable (and neither did we). Fast forward to this morning; we went back to the vet for a quick check, everything looked fine and the catheter is out (and more importantly the cone is off!). Geez! If that doesn't make my head hurt I don't know what will.