In the
morning my mummy received a call from the hospital. They told her that
everything was fine with me, but that I hadn’t eaten anything yet. The nurse once
again said that is wasn’t certain if I would have surgery that day. She also told
her that my family could visit me at 7 pm regardless and they would keep me up
to date.
Around 3 pm
my mummy received another phone call from the hospital (they’re sure good at
keeping them informed!). It was the surgeon who had operated me and want to
tell her how the operation went. He said everything went smoothly, without any
complications and he was positive that I would make a full recovery. He had
used a metal plate, pins, screws and metal thread to keep the bone together and
said I would probably be able to go home at 7 pm after my family’s visit.
At 4 pm my
family arrived at the hospital and were shown to one of the waiting rooms.
Interestingly this room was adjacent to the OR and since the door was open my mother
could look inside to see a man in a long blue coat operating on an animal. A
nurse came and closed to door, and my family sat down to wait for someone to
bring them to me. After about 20 minutes the man in the blue coat walked out of
the OR towards the desk in the waiting room. He was followed on foot by a woman
carrying a plastic cup with water in one hand and a can with diet coke in the
other. She trusted both towards the man. “Here”, she said. “You need to drink
both of these”. He accepted the cup of water, but rejected the diet coke. “If I
drink more diet coke I won’t be able to sleep tonight”. He laughed as she
scolded him and reminded him to stay hydrated.
My family
watched the exchange and then continued talking about me. The man perked up.
“Did someone say ‘Ruby’?” he asked. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is
B. I’m the surgeon who operated Ruby.” He smiled. “I’m happy to inform you that
the operation was successful and Ruby is recovering. Would you like to see the post-operation
x-rays?” My family said they did, and he then proceeded to show them the
pictures of my leg after the operation (see image) and explained in detail what
he had done. He did not expect any complications. After my family thanked him
and shook his hand, he left to go back to the OR. He had to move on to his next
patient. As my family passed the door to the recovery room where I was, they
could hear a can being opened. Guess doctor B wasn’t getting any sleep tonight…
The nurse finally
took my family to the recovery room where I was sleeping in a recovery bench
with a heated floor (to keep me warm post-operation). She let them open the
cage so they could comfort me, since they said I found everything very
‘exciting’ (which is a nice euphemism for ‘scared out of her mind’). I was very
drowsy, couldn’t open my eyes, and while she cuddled me I started purring
softly. The nurse told my mummy that she could take me home, but she did not
feel confident enough, so she asked if I could stay for another night. The
nurse was perfectly fine with that and said: “Of course. It’s no trouble at
all. In fact, that way we can enjoy her for another night, because she’s such a
sweetheart!”
This gave
my parents plenty of time to try and arrange a bench for me. Fortunately one of
my mummy’s relatives, uncle H, has dogs and used to have a large German Shepard.
Even though the Shepard passed away years ago, he and his wife hadn’t thrown
the bench away. He brought the bench to my house and told us we were allowed to
keep it as long as we needed it. Hopefully that won’t be longer than 4 – 6 weeks!
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