Rokk and I went to the vet today for his scheduled staple removal. He was really calm on the way there and while we were waiting, no scared poopies this time. I was expecting the vet who performed the surgery and checked him over afterwards to be removing the staples, but a couple of the vet techs took us back and said they would do it. One of them held Rokk, wrapped in a towel, and the other one started to work on the staples. After much squeaking and struggling from Rokk (and now the scared poopies were starting), the vet techs told me I should hold him because he was struggling so much. So I held my baby still while she went to work again, trying to calm him down, using all of my silly baby talk, and he did struggle less. But they couldn't get the two staples out. So they went to find one of the doctors. She came in and I held Rokk some more while she tried for a while. No luck. The staples were bent and had turned a little (one of them already had been like that when we went in for the post-op appointment, but the vet only commented and made no indication it was a problem of any kind). They couldn't get the instrument under the staples. But that vet thought one of the other vets would be able to get it, so she left to find that one. This one tried for a few minutes, and couldn't get them out. The other vet came in with some smaller instrument and tried again. Still couldn't get them. By then, Rokk had peed and pooped all over the place, and was very distressed. The incision had started to come open, and now there's a little wound near one of the staples that was bleeding a little bit. At one point I let him run back into the carrier, and he scratched some more fur off his head. This whole process took an hour.
We have to go back Tuesday morning to probably sedate him so they can get the staples out.
My consolation is that even while I was holding him through all of that and my hands were right near his head, he never bit me. He did lick my finger frantically at one point, but it was like he understood I didn't like what was happening to him any more than he did. Also, I feel quite justified now in not wanting to go back to that place with my rats. People had been questioning that and for some reason, just not liking and not feeling comfortable with a vet is not on the same level as feeling that way about a doctor. The next person to use the phrase "just a rat" or "just an animal" is going to get smacked in the face.
*sigh* I just needed to rant a bit. Neither one of us is very happy right now.
We have to go back Tuesday morning to probably sedate him so they can get the staples out.
My consolation is that even while I was holding him through all of that and my hands were right near his head, he never bit me. He did lick my finger frantically at one point, but it was like he understood I didn't like what was happening to him any more than he did. Also, I feel quite justified now in not wanting to go back to that place with my rats. People had been questioning that and for some reason, just not liking and not feeling comfortable with a vet is not on the same level as feeling that way about a doctor. The next person to use the phrase "just a rat" or "just an animal" is going to get smacked in the face.
*sigh* I just needed to rant a bit. Neither one of us is very happy right now.