Good news. Bad news.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Rebel and I have just spent 6 hours at the clinic for a barium x-ray. A barium x-ray consists of about 4 - 5 x-rays conducted periodically, in 15 minutes, 30 minutes, an hour and 2 hours and so on. 5 syringes' worth of cocaine-like barium liquid was forced down Rebel's throat and the flow of the liquid was tracked by means of the x-rays.
At 15th minute, it's in his stomach. At 30th minute, it flows into his small intestines. At 60th minute, it fills his small intestines and starts to move into his big intestines. You get the picture.
So in between the time slots, Rebel and I had absolutely nothing to do but to watch CNA in mute. It was initially bearable but soon, Rebel had to find something to do. Like walking up 2 long flights of stairs to the animal wards (yeah it's both a clinic and an animal hospital), leaving me wonder where the hell he went. And helping out the ladies at the reception (no shit, he did... ).
At 2pm, after his 2nd x-ray, I carried Rebel out to grab a bite. He laid obediently on the seat next to mine while I had my lunch. At that point of time, I really felt like a single mother, god knows why. Here's how my baby looked.
By the time we returned to the clinic for his 3rd and 4th x-rays, Rebel lost his patience and became awfully temperamental. He started barking violently at the staff for no rhyme or reason. I don't blame him actually. The waiting time was truly a pain in the ass.
The last straw came when our pint-size friend here tried attacking a husky. "Tried" only because I managed to pull him up on the bench in time. God knows what Rebel was thinking because the husky's dick alone is longer than his body! He must've been really moody. In fact, he got so moody and incorporative that for the 3rd and 4th x-rays, that I had to help hold him down! I'm probably diffusing out radiation as we speak right now. Here's him sulking away, waiting for his turn.
Here's him declaring himself as the official door bitch.
From the blood test we took earlier (murphy's law: when we were trying to draw blood out from Rebel's leg, the amoutn gathered was pathetic... the moment we pulled the syringe out, he started bleeding...), we found that his ALT level at 75 has returned to the safe zone of 10 - 118. That means he doesn't suffer from liver necrosis anymore. Thank god.
Unfortunately and fortunately, we aren't able to detect the cause of his vomiting from the barium x-ray at all. It appears that his body's normal, and at very most, the only thing we can do now is to change his diet. Ruling out chicken, eggs, potatos, rice... what else can I feed him? Seafood?
I hope he recovers soon. Damn. You won't want to know how much I've chalked up for his medical bills.. S$1,450 ++ since April! That's enough to buy 2 Rebels. Maybe I should get him a female bitch to fuck. I mean, since you're sick, you may as well enjoy life a little more right? Let's hope nothing bad happens to my poor baby whilst I'm away in Europe.
:(
At 15th minute, it's in his stomach. At 30th minute, it flows into his small intestines. At 60th minute, it fills his small intestines and starts to move into his big intestines. You get the picture.
So in between the time slots, Rebel and I had absolutely nothing to do but to watch CNA in mute. It was initially bearable but soon, Rebel had to find something to do. Like walking up 2 long flights of stairs to the animal wards (yeah it's both a clinic and an animal hospital), leaving me wonder where the hell he went. And helping out the ladies at the reception (no shit, he did... ).
At 2pm, after his 2nd x-ray, I carried Rebel out to grab a bite. He laid obediently on the seat next to mine while I had my lunch. At that point of time, I really felt like a single mother, god knows why. Here's how my baby looked.
By the time we returned to the clinic for his 3rd and 4th x-rays, Rebel lost his patience and became awfully temperamental. He started barking violently at the staff for no rhyme or reason. I don't blame him actually. The waiting time was truly a pain in the ass.
The last straw came when our pint-size friend here tried attacking a husky. "Tried" only because I managed to pull him up on the bench in time. God knows what Rebel was thinking because the husky's dick alone is longer than his body! He must've been really moody. In fact, he got so moody and incorporative that for the 3rd and 4th x-rays, that I had to help hold him down! I'm probably diffusing out radiation as we speak right now. Here's him sulking away, waiting for his turn.
Here's him declaring himself as the official door bitch.
From the blood test we took earlier (murphy's law: when we were trying to draw blood out from Rebel's leg, the amoutn gathered was pathetic... the moment we pulled the syringe out, he started bleeding...), we found that his ALT level at 75 has returned to the safe zone of 10 - 118. That means he doesn't suffer from liver necrosis anymore. Thank god.
Unfortunately and fortunately, we aren't able to detect the cause of his vomiting from the barium x-ray at all. It appears that his body's normal, and at very most, the only thing we can do now is to change his diet. Ruling out chicken, eggs, potatos, rice... what else can I feed him? Seafood?
I hope he recovers soon. Damn. You won't want to know how much I've chalked up for his medical bills.. S$1,450 ++ since April! That's enough to buy 2 Rebels. Maybe I should get him a female bitch to fuck. I mean, since you're sick, you may as well enjoy life a little more right? Let's hope nothing bad happens to my poor baby whilst I'm away in Europe.
:(
