Friday, February 19, 2010

Day 610: Cones, T-Shirts, Infection and Trust

Ok, so some of you have asked my the Mom, how in the world is the Luke???

Well... I have not been feelin particularly bad, mind you... but I have not felt like my usual happy, energetic, mischievous self. I mean... how good can a boy feel when he is either in a t-shirt or a cone... and all ways on BIG aunty-biotics??? Just sayin.
I grateful to get my stitches out on Day 597, on a counta I fought it meant my days ON the aunty-biotics and IN the t-shirt and cone were numbered! But then came the realization... my bobo was not gettin any better, in fact... it was gettin worse.
You see, my scar swelled up wif big lumps all along it. And just the few minutes that my the Mom would be in shower, I would go after it wif the lick, lick, lick.
So... On Day 608, what was Wordless (and also postless) Wednesday, I go back to to see the Doctor Mark. And from the Luke perspective... It was not good!

You see, he confirm that the several swollen lumps are same as the one infected tissue lump that was removed. And for icin on cake of misery, I have now created a lick granuloma at lower end of scar.

So... in recognition of my lickin efforts, Doctor Mark took me to back room... and shot my scar up and down wif the cortisone, to reduce swellin and also the itchin. This was painful for boaf the me... and also the Mom.

Me, on a counta... ouch Ouch OUCH!

The Mom, on a counta... she could hear me whinin and whimperin and SCREAMIN!

And when I was delivered back to the sweet her, we was boaf in tears and I near bout crawled right up in her the lap. I had very cute star spangled bandage, and she just as I... was a sight for sore eyes. I do love that woman, and greatly admire her ability to drive us the #@** away from there and back home! 

I will be takin aunty-biotic (only aunt who I do not love) for MANY more days and/or weeks. I will continue to be in cone when the Mom is not home... and now I have found myself outside the Circle of Trust when the Mom take a shower. I am either in t-shirt or cone. And I am sad... pathetic, really.

Now, don't get me wrong... of all the fings in world I can be sufferin from, I will take this above most all others. It just that, for record, I do not like the t-shirts and most specially not the cone!


NAK and The Residents of The Khottage Now With KhattleDog! said...


Woo aren't to LIKHK things like that -

Woo are to likhk ice khream and khandies and GiRlfuriends and butter off toast -



The Khyra and The Khousin Merdie

Lacy said...

w00fs, ooo Luke, u has got to quit licking ur booboo....if u b good boy and take ur meds, mayb u wont haff to wear the cone and t-shirt so will keep me paws crossed that u git better soon...

b safe,

Anonymous said...

So good to "see" you Luke! We were worried about you.

Aunt Lisa & the Cousins

How Sam Sees It said...

Oh, please, Luke - give it some time to heal and please don't lick! It will go away so much quicker if you don't bother it.


♥♥ The OP Pack ♥♥ said...

Oh Luke, we are so sorry to hear all of this. Please stop licking and take your meds and please feel better. Maybe if you want to put a big smile on your face and mom's, come take a peek at our blog and see what has come to our house.

Woos, Phantom, Thunder, and baby Ciara

The Bumpass Hounds said...

Hey Luke,
Homer J. says that he can comiserate with your dilemma. After he had his bumps removed recently he was put in the T-Shirt initially but 5then graduated to a sweatshirt because it is thicker material. Next would have been the COS (Cone Of Shame). he had to take antibiotics for about 2 weeks. Ya gotta be strong and fight off the licker addiction and keep swallowing your anti-biotics. Our mom & dad both react to us feeling pain just like your mom. Dad says he wishes he could take our pain himself so that nothing ever hurt any of us. That sounds just like your mom.

The Luke said...

Fank you all for your encouragement and advice... and for the hearty laugh, Miss Khyra!

wif love from the Luke