When we last spoke, a vet had said he might need to have his bad anal gland removed, and I wanted to seek a second opinion. Thanks to everyone who contributed to Lenny’s vet fund! The new vet said he thought surgery was too drastic. She recommended expressing the glands weekly for a few weeks and put him on an antibiotic just to be sure, but she thinks maybe his old scar tissue made it seem worse to the other vet. He certainly seems fine. Lenny and my elderly client have developed a game involving growling at each other enthusiastically. He gets so excited he runs around the living room, in his wheelchair. Leonard too.
So hopefully we have averted the potential surgery, although a weekly tech visit will not be pleasant for anyone involved. But it is worth it, as Lenny is a angel in fur, and I don’t know what I would do without him. I think his vet fund will hold out. I’m moving next week. It should all work out OK.
Things are kinda bad right now for me emotionally but I’m hoping they’ll get better soon. Like I have the mental health flu, it will take time to recover. Don’t worry, I made an appointment to see my PNP. I’m just sad. For some reason I’m very aware of happy families around me, and I’m feeling very alone. One friend’s phone is turned off and the other is mad at me for reasons I don’t understand. Hurting people hurt people. I’m trying to be kind and gentle to everyone with whom I interact. But I know my autism is really affecting me right now. It’s hard. Life is hard. The struggle. It is real. Shalom, y’all.