So, here's the story. I have blogged about the dear little dog that comes to my porch to eat good food and drink clean water. Well, she came into heat and I had the unfortunate experience of seeing her being impregnated. It was just awful....she was flipped over onto her back with her feet pointing toward the male dogs head...I have no idea how they got together but, believe me, they were together.
So, I immediately went to her family ( Helen is in her family so I know the grandmother who runs things) and asked if I could pay to have her spayed. They were very willing to let me do so.
So, on Saturday after Thanksgiving, Helen and I took her into our local veterinario at 4 pm and he told us to come back in two hours for her. Well, two hours later, he said he needed another .5 hour and then he said he needed another two hours. So, I was in a panic and asked his wife what was going on and she said either he nicked a vein or something like that, but there was a huge blood loss and she did not clot so they worked on her longer. When I finally got in, she was still heavily under sedation and sort of quivering so I said I would not take her until she was more responsive. It was about 8 pm before I actually left with her.
He did the surgery on the same table where he sells chicken food, baby chicks, dog food , and anything else he does there. His tools were in a stainless steel tray and all he did was pour that brown liquid over them.....I was really starting to panic.
Anyhow, I kept her with me that night and she did pretty well and was a lot more responsive by morning. The next day I took her back to Helen's and they had a place fixed up for her in what used ot be a shower stall (cement floor) which was good because the rest of the house is dirt floors and that would be troublesome with an incision to keep clean. The vet sent us home telling us ot feed her hidago de pollo ( which is Spanish for chicken organs so you know I love cooking that stuff up). Fortunately Margarita loves Hidago and its helping to restore the blood she lost. It might well be the most protein she's ever had... I think they fed her tortillias and rice.
Anyhow, things were going pretty well, she was eating, I was taking her in for daily antibiotic injections, when Helen's sister ( a very dumb one) picked Margarita up by her front legs and her stitches popped and part of her intesting popped out. I am so glad I was there as who knows what they would have done. I cradled her in my arms and ran, literally into the street, yelling "emergencia" and luckily a tricicle ( our form of transportation) came and rushed us to the verterinario who luckily was there. He opened her up again, right there in the retail part of his store, put the intestines back in, and sewed her up again, while of course making a few other retail sales while Margarita was passed out on the table. I stood next to her waving the flies off of her while she waited.
So, I brought her home with me and she has been here since and I plan to keep her until she is out of all danger. She had not urinated for at least a week ( as far as I knew) but she finally did that on Saturday. And today, I am sure as a result of Helen's grandmother's prayers, she moved her bowels. She had shown a good appetite and was drinking and peeing, but I was so worried that she would not be able to move her bowels since they had been outside her body. But....she pulled thru.
Now, I am feeding her the hidago de pollo and changing her dressing several times a day. I used the ace bandage from my Peace Corps med kit and the gauze pads to cover the incision and to keep her from licking it. They don't have those plastic collars and I tried to make one out of a plastic bottle but it does not have the flare and I am afraid she would suffocate. I put it on her when I am changing the dressing but only for a couple minutes when I can keep an eye on her. The incision seems to be seeping a lot but I'll watch it for another day or two before I panic about that. She is supposed to get her stitches out next Thursday so we'll see....
This has been so different from any spay or neuter experience in my long life. I had no idea it could be so complicated. You know how we just take our animals in and they get returned to us all cleaned up and done. Well, its sure different down here. When I got Margarita back after that first surgery her whole hind quarters had been soaked in blood and her fur was soaked. Helen's grandmother did give her a little bath before the intestine trauma so at least she is relatively clean.
I guess I should have asked more questions but I didn't, of course. But, its all turning out OK.
I have these two kittens who need spayed but I am taking them into Leon for their surgeries. A friend had her two cats done at a vet there and its a lot more like what we are used to. At least they keep them overnight for one night and they have a stainless steel table. I also don't think they need antibiotics for the next whole week to offset the unsanitary conditions of the surgery "suite."
My only other news is that I had Thanksgiving dinner at the home of the Charge D'affairs of the US Embassy here. We don't have an ambassador...apparently the one Obama appointed was not approved by the Senate...something to do with his history related to Cuba...don't know details. I have heard that he has apppointed a woman who now will go thru the approval process. The Charge's home was "lovely" amidst all this poverty.... I just could not do that.....but somebody's got to I guess.
This is Margarita relaxing while she heals. That ace bandage has slipped a little...its usually a little higher on her body but you get the idea. |
Is that a face that could live in the US or what ?????? |
So, other than bowel movements and hidago de pollo, my life is pretty normal.
I'm going to Costa Rica later this month to visit the family I stayed with about 7 years ago. I'm taking a picture of Tico with me since that is where he came from.
Love to all,
Pat
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