Been a strange, bumpy few days.
Sunday, we went to a wedding. A second marriage for both participants. Very very bizarre. A good time though, which involved Heinekens, cigars, a limo ride, me singing "I've Got You Under My Skin" with an old school standards band, and a, uh, hurried cab ride home.
After we got back to the house, we met up with our tenant Dave in the backyard and sat around the fire. At some point, we noticed that Hendrix was limping really badly, not putting any pressure on his right rear leg. Not good. Alas, we weren't in any state to deal with it, so I carried him upstairs and we went to bed.
In the morning, we did a closer inspection and found a bloody contusion on his thigh. He still couldn't out any pressure on it, so we decided to go to the Emergency Care Vet Clinic to be safe.
The Emergency Care Vet Clinic is a pretty horrible place. Injured animals, frantic owners... bad sounds, bad smells, people coming in with pets and leaving without them. Not nice.
But the staff was very good and professional. They took X-Rays, found no break, and found no evidence of any torn ligaments. They shaved his leg by the contusion, and found a pretty sizable bruise, so I suspect that he accidentally ran into the corner of the deck, or the stairs, or a stone.
They also gave us an anti-inflammatory to help with the swelling.
Luckily, Hendrix is scheduled for his regular vet checkup tomorrow, so they said as long as he improved we could wait until then to have him inspected further.
And he has improved every day, which is good. But the last few days have been spent worrying about him.
With a couple of rehearsals this week, two gigs this weekend, and a studio session, I could really use some sleep.
Alas, it looks like it's back to Insomnia-ville, a place I know well.
jbg
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