It looks like our girl is going to have to get put under sedation and have her teeth worked over. She’s had to wear this “Elizabethan collar,” as named on the bill, since Thursday. (Yes, that is the 70s-ified part of the house.)
And she was on pain meds until they ran out today. OK, so I’m telling the story backward. She was freaking out about something in her mouth, twitching and pawing at it. And so we took her in last week. And the doc looked her over and saw some lacerations on her lip and gum that we had noticed too. But he didn’t think the problem was with her one tooth that we’ve been watching for a couple years—and that another doc told us would either have to come out or would fall out on its own soon.
And she was fine while on the pain meds, but they ran out this evening and she started pawing and freaking out again. So I guess it’s back for a serious exam in the morning. Augh.