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http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=105&topic_id=6821320He had the surgery for bilateral ear canal oblations on the 20th, so he is 10 days post op now. It was a tough decision and way too expensive, but he has been miserable for a long time now and that was more than I could bear too.
He had a really rough time for a couple days and they had to keep him for 2 days to administer IV morphine. The hope was that he could come home the same evening, but he was just in too much pain then.
I wish I had taken a pic of him after surgery. He had bloody ear flaps (damaged tissue removed) stitched to the top of his shaved head with bloody bandages and looked like his little head went through a meat grinder. It was awful.
We only had one really bad night at home, and that is because my dear mother fed him an entire can of soup just before he was supposed to get the medicine "treat". He was too full to be interested in a "treat", and I couldn't get his pills down him to save my life. He ended up with so much pain that he wigged out and ended up biting me because he was in such bad shape. Finally got someone that was able to coax him to eat some cat food that had the crushed meds in it.
This was a very painful surgery and he is still on half doses of morphine 3X per day, but he is getting the trot back in his step. He just got some stitches out on Monday that were holding his ears together on the top of his shaved head so the open sores on his ear flaps would heal. And part of his recovery was complicated by the fact that he was in a strange environment and was rendered deaf by the surgery.
Now, his eyes do not water and the infections are gone. The scarred tissue that swelled to the point of preventing inspection with an otoscope is now healing well. He has been so ornery this week that he is running away from me when I open the gate and is chasing squirrels and scolding people passing by. (Which was his usual ornery self)
I'd say the surgery was worth it. He's a lively little shit and is acting like a puppy again. And I expect even more improvement once he quits taking the morphine, because that obviously makes him stoned.
I am sad that he is now deaf and had to go through such a traumatic experience, but his quality of life is much better now.
And I am so silly - when they called and said I couldn't bring him home the night of surgery, there was a big storm and I was worried sick about him because he is afraid of storms and boomers and lightening. Silly me, he didn't hear a damn thing that night.