
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
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A quick update: The surgery went well, they removed some fibrous tissue and he had some bleeding, enough to make him cold coming out of anesthesia, but not enough to require transfusion. Neuro Doc is optimistic and pleased, and I'll be hearing more tomorrow. Hope the buddy is not too frightened. Actually, he's probably too drugged for that, but you should see how he pants and shivers in the car these days, because he knows it's vet time. I, in the meantime, am dying of consumption. If anyone can send laudanum...
After three and a half long months of nursing my lame dog, and endless internal debate over what was best for him and for me, I have a diagnosis and a course of action. I finally sucked it up and took him in for an MRI last week, which showed that his C5 disk is seriously compressed and bulging up into his spinal cord, suppressing neural communication. Not so much that he can't move his legs, but enough that he cannot make the move to stand. Tomorrow at 8 a.m. he goes in for surgery to cut the offending tissue away enough that he will, in all likelihood, be able to walk again. The neurologist is highly optimistic (a conservative 75% chance, she gave it), and when I asked about recovery time (she assures me he will need to be kept still for a time), she answered that it can vary a lot, but she's seen dogs in his situation get up the same day. She also praised me, for she said it was clear I had taken amazing care of him over the summer. This was a tremendous relief, because you can have no idea how I've worried that I wasn't doing right by him, keeping him alive in this state.
Thank God they've preserved the rights of the taco truck, because Los Angeles without the Roach Coach is like New York without pizza by the slice. And all I can say to those whiny local restaurateurs is, if your food isn't good enough to outdo some super greasy carne asada tostada, you got no business staying in business.