Another day, another doctor's visit...

So, it has nothing to do with my surgeries, but I was back at the doggie emergency room.  Daddy came home from work, and noticed that my tongue and chops were thicker than normal.  I didn't have a super puffy face, but was enough to go to the vet to make sure my tongue didn't swell up and block my throat.  The doctor pumped me full of steroids and meds, and kept me for observation.  NOT MY FAVORITE PLACE TO BE.  I do not have good memories of this place.  In the past, I have come out either full of stitches or forced to walk miles underwater.  Needless to say, HOURS later, I was good enough to go home.  Thank goodness.

This is my daddy taking my bandages off.  (If you look closely, my hair is growing back on my surgery leg)  He is my official at home doctor.  Normally, it's my mama, but she isn't allowed to give me my medicine.  I don't know how it works, but my medicine is supposed to make me all better, but it can hurt my sister if my mama touches it. 

I'm drugged and tired.  But, I am getting better, which is all that matters.

This weekend is more of my parents getting ready for my sister.  Maybe I will just rest here in my crate and let them do all the work while I recover for a few (5 to be exact) days.  I hope you are all well, and staying out of the doctor's office!