After suffering from constant ear infections since November, Lucie had tubes implanted in both of her ears at 6:30 this morning. In his post-surgery consultation, the surgeon said that both eardrums were full of mucous and infection, which helped confirm the need for tubes and relieve my guilt for subjecting the poor little thing to a surgical procedure. Lucie's hair and skin still smell of anesthesia, she flinches at loud noises (and you can imagine how frequently those might happen around a 5-year-old boy) and her ears are filled with dried crud and blood and Betadyne. Other than that, as of 10 a.m., she is already on the floor trying to crawl (a little bit unsteadily) and eat her discharge papers.
The next adventure will be getting three drops of antibiotic into each ear three times a day. Any professional cat wranglers out there willing to volunteer their services for the next three days?
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