I'm not normally a superstitious person. In fact, I'm going to try and schedule my knee surgery on Friday the 13th as that happens to be the most convenient date for me. But, I'm beginning to believe the ol' bad things happen in three wives tale.
Carson's arm cast. He goes back to the doctor on Monday and, hopefully, the cast will come off and his life will get back to normal.
My knee...'nuf said.
This is Egor (yes, in the human world it would be spelled Igor, but in Carson's turtle world, it's Egor). We noticed his bottom shell (yes, there is a more scientific name for that shell but I'm in pain and my brain is a bit fuzzy...plus, how many would know what the heck I was talking about if I used the official scientific name for the bottom shell of a turtle...I think ya'all will agree that it's just fine to say "bottom shell") began "flaking" off. We took him to a vet that specialized in reptiles and discovered he has massive shell rot. The words MASSIVE and ROT are not 2 words you want to hear about your pet.
Egor had a 2 day stay at the vet while they removed the infected shell and bone. We really have to keep an eye on him as he's not out of the woods yet. The doctor said it was the worst shell rot he'd seen. Poor Egor. We're making some changes to his habitat and praying he makes it through this. He's still eating, which is a great sign, and showing us his personality. Carson would be heartbroken to lose 2 beloved pets within a year of each other. The turtles (he has 2 Russian tortoises) are his pride and joy. They should live for 80 years.
And you know I get the eeby-jeebies about shots, you'll understand how I feel about the prospect of actually seeing the damage under that bandage. Thankfully, nothing gives Perry the eeby-jeebies and he's assured me he'll change the bandages.
Fun times at our house lately! :)