Thursday, April 29, 2010

Day 679: No Breakfasts = Surgery

[What follows here is my Dear Diary entry from the Day 679 along wif some pitchers from previous week.]

Wake up. Come to side of bed for bedtime story... you know, the one where I came to live here wif the Mom. Love the story and the ear and chin lovins. Hop on bed for more.

Accordin to my calculations, it Fursday, we still in the big bed and that mean one fing: Mom Vacation Day!

We get up and I am Happy Boy as all ways! I run outside and then run back in, excited for the servin of the breakfast foods!!!
Instead of preparin the breakfast foods, the Mom gets in the shower. Some fing is up on a counta she super clean the Mom and all, but she never put the personal hygeine before the Luke's empty tummy. Just sayin.

It has become obvious to me that the Mom is takin me and only me to the IHOP, as we board the trolley... and leave the Bleu behind!

We are turnin left into NOT IHOP! And whie I do not like what I fink this means, I will hope for and make the best out of this little visit to...

Doctor Mark is real swell fellow. And while I prefer my friends be a baker or fireman or florist or any fing other than the Luke doctor... I really do like him a lot. In fact, I just happen to have wif me "a mix tape", a CD actually, of the music I listen to durin funder storms... on a counta he live wif a Golden who finks funder is four letter word, too!

So yeah yeah... all that said does NOT mean that I frilled to see him... but I am not altogether upset that he hug and feel on me, while talkin nicely to my the Mom... but then we all walk toward the back, and I look back to see the Mom stop and say... i'm a sweet boy she loves me ... and amongst my panicked foughts I fink...

I wish I was home wif the itty bitty piggy, dreamin of bacon...
Or better yet... at IHOP lappin a lip over a Rooty Tooty Fresh N Fruity. Just sayin.

Nappin peacefully but can hear the Doctor Mark talkin to my the Mom, explainin fings... Original lump was subaceous cyst, removed. Lipoma next to it, removed. Lump in abdomen, good concise aspirate... show lipoma, left alone. Luke docile so Doctor Mark decide to clean toofies. Find small pea size growf and remove it. It prolly epulis but it pigmented, so let's send it off and be sure, but don't loose sweep over it...

[I must be COMPLETELY out of it on a counta there is NO possible way the Doctor Mark fink he can EVER convince the Mom NOT to lose the sweep over THAT kinda news. Pray Fret Toss Turn Pray Fret Toss Turn Fret Pray. Just sayin.]

I hear him say the Luke can go home around lunch time. And then I go back to finkin of bacon.
I ask the Katherine, who is Doctor Mark's Assistant and who I love a lot... to please call my the Mom and tell her I am ready to go home. She quickly does, and my the Mom says she is on her way though I can barely hear that over my own self barkin. Just sayin.

I am busted outta the slammer. I won't look the Mom in the face on a counta it is good for her to consider all that has transpired. Yep. Just sayin.

The Bleu greeted me at the door wif a very gentle "where * have you been" and I reply wif an equally gentle "leave me * alone".

I quickly wanted to go outside. Peed. Pooped. Came back inside. 5 hour napped.

Please feed me. Please give me the waters. I know I am still spittin up, but I am hungry and firsty... ok, mostly hungry.
845 pm
Bedroom doors are shuttin now and I am reluctantly scurryin in. I know the Mom knows how hungry I am... but I do not understand why she will not give me the foods. This is *. Just sayin.

900 pmThe Mom is sayin heavy prayers over me. I am calm. I am relaxed... hungry, but relaxed. I will most definitely bring up the servin of foods wif the mornin light. For sure.  


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

Woo look none the worse fur your Day 679...

We were happy to see the news on FB about how well it had gone...

I got furry excited when a later update mentioned something about woo bloggin' about it!


♥♥ The OP Pack ♥♥ said...

Luke, that was such a wonderful account of your very long day without food. Mom says she is so glad we already heard the outcome or else we would still be a-wondering. So glad the news was good.

Woos - Phantom, Thunder, and Ciara

Anonymous said...

We love you and are here for you and your Momma. We are so happy about the good news!

Aunt Lisa, Sidney & Mojo

houndstooth said...

I am glad to hear that your surgery went well, and that you decided to hold out a little and make your mom think about what she did!


kissa-bull said...

oh lucky lucke we were furry worried about you as we read ofur your day . we hope you are feeling better we hate to see you blue.
not foodables is the most horrible tink ever to be!!

extra slobbery pibble sugars to you
the pittie pack

How Sam Sees It said...

We will keep our fingers crossed that all those nasty little lumps stay nothing. Sending your Mom lots of hugs, it sounds like she might need them.