Just when everything seemed to be back on track….
Ok, let’s rewind. If you didn’t see my post a couple of weeks back, Toby had an ulcer in his eye, which was quite dangerous and could have blinded him. Luckily, we caught it in enough time, and after an intense week of treatment, he was given the all-clear. Great, we thought – until after a couple of weeks it slowly started to decline again…
That’s the Reader’s Digest version – check out the full post here…
Anyway, after a couple of days, and not knowing whether it was part of the recovery or if things actually were going bad again, we decided it was time to head back to the vets and see what was going on. It wasn’t that he seemed to be in pain, he was just keeping his eye closed quite a bit. But, typical Toby, mention food or move an inch and he was fully aware and back to normal. So, really, it’s impossible to tell with him whether he’s in discomfort or just lazy and couldn’t be bothered opening it.
Thank God we did, though, because apparently it wasn’t better at all, and now it’s worse than before. Luckily, I didn’t take him in this time, or there’d have been hell to pay in Kentish Town. But – after a bottle of wine and some very deep breathing – we settled back into the routine of drops and medication. Every couple of hours. Again.
Not that I begrudge it, of course, but the whole situation has annoyed me for a whole number of reasons. Firstly, the fact that Toby’s no doubt been in some degree of pain for the past month, and we’ve been doing nothing about it because we were told he was cured. But more to the point, it’s totally ridiculous that, after paying close to £400 the first time around, we have to do it again because they made a cock-up.
I know, I know, it’s not about the money, and we’re lucky that a) he’s insured and b) we can afford to cover the cost. But, a lot of people aren’t in that position, and to have to fork out £1,000, say – half of which is totally unnecessary and could have been avoided – is just impossible. It really is just shambolic, and the reason I wanted to write this post is to say: before the vet signs off on treatment, make sure you ask how you can make sure there’s 100% no doubt it’s not going to come back.
Naturally, I’d assumed that the all-clear meant he was all clear of anything, but in fact, it just meant that it was almost fixed, but still sensitive and could come back. You know, like when a wound heals, it doesn’t need stitches anymore, but you still have to be careful. Anyway, that was the deal here, and when I took him back yesterday they told me it will have happened because his eye will have still been sensitive, and so a gentle nudge could have done significant damage. Now, y’all can see Toby’s eyes bulging out, right? He’s nudging them all the time!
So, this time around we decided to carry on the treatment, even when the ulcer seems to have gotten better, as a preventative measure. Yes, it’ll take an extra week’s worth of drops, but the cost of that far offsets what it would cost – and is costing – to have him treated all over again.
Back on point, the main thing is he’s seeming better already, and after a(nother) check-up the ulcer’s already gone down, which is great. It’s weird as well, he seems to be perkier in himself – sometimes you don’t notice when they slowly get more subdued. And, as I always say, there’s lazy and then there’s Toby, so him seeming like he can’t be arsed is his full-time mood, really. Bless him.
However, it wasn’t all bad, as my non-existent timekeeping meant we were an hour early to the vets – which is conveniently located opposite the pub. Cut to Toby and I sat side-by-side, with a pint and a bag of ready salted, which he may have also indulged in a little. Well, 3 crisps and the odd dab of beer from my finger won’t hurt him. Call it Dutch courage. He loved it! See for yourself…