Hello, Percy here again.
Thank you for all your good wishes last week. I felt quite embarrassed by so many nice and encouraging things you had taken the time to tell me. I went to see Dr Sally on Tuesday, and she was very pleased with me. The pointy lump thing was going to be staying, but the line on it was healing well. Mummy could stop giving me the medicine. I was very pleased about that, I can tell you.
So it’s been a nice week, with plenty of rest and food, and I’ve put on a little weight, although not back to what I was before this all started happening.
When Mummy checked me over on Saturday (weigh-day), she said I seemed to have a bit of a line where the join on my lump was. I couldn’t tell her that it felt a bit funny, sort of stretched, although I did my best. She put some cream on it, and I went off to do Saturday things.
Then yesterday she discovered my lump was leaking. I think it started when I was lying on it some time the day before. It’s not bleeding, although when she cleaned it with a white cotton pad it looked like it had dried blood on it. Anyway, she cleaned my up, put some more cream on it, and then — horrors — she gave me the nasty tasting medicine. Later on she phoned the vet’s office and nurse Liz said she was doing the right things and to bring me to see Sally on Tuesday. Well, I don’t mind going to see Sally, but I do mind having that medicine again.
Mummy’s keeping a close eye on me, and she washed all the cage-wear yesterday in case it might cause an infexion or something like that. So I had to lie on the hay instead of my bed or tunnel. She found some blood spots inside the tunnel before she washed it. I think I just scratched the scab off or something. That’s what Mummy and I are hoping, anyway. It doesn’t smell or anything, which is a good sign.
Mummy or I will keep you updated. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.