Midge has a funny tongue

Hi Percy here.

Midge and I went to see Shirley and Barry, the tooth specialists, last week.  I objected strongly to having my teeth examined, but Auntie Shirley held me by my shoulders and tummy , and Mummy held my back feet, which was surprisingly reassuring, and I let Uncle Barry look at my teeth and file one corner of one which had grown a bit.  They all agreed that my lump does not intrude on my mouth, and that it does make me wear my incisors slightly unevenly.  I don’t mind Mummy rasping my top incisors, but I object to the bottom ones being down.  Shirley did my bottom ones 😦

Midge seems to have worn down his top teeth, which might be one of the reasons he had a sudden loss of weight, but there was nothing to cause him pain.  He had some of his lower molars filed but nothing clipped off.  His incisors are very big, but have ‘perfect occlusion’.  While they were looking at them, Shirley noticed his tongue.  Mummy said that the other day it looked a bit sore, although it didn’t the day we went to see Shirley and Barry.

You know how your tongue is attached to the base of your mouth with a sort of membrane?  Ours attaches more to the sides. Mine is about halfway along my tongue, behind my cheek folds.  Midge’s is far further forward, almost level with the corners of his lips! So he probably has trouble using his tongue. Mummy wondered if it stopped him clearing his mouth properly, and that was why it was always stuffed with food?  I think you’re being over-generous there, Mummy. Midge’s mouth is always stuffed with food because he’s worried he might go hungry.

Mummy didn’t get a photo to show you, but here are some photos of Midge, me and the others taken eating the lovely parsley Auntie Shirley gave us from her garden.

So you see, some good comes from our trip to the dentist.

P.S. The lab report came back. I have a sarcoma. It might spread, or it might not. Dougall had a sarcoma but they took his out, because it was on his hip. Mummy’s stopped giving me medicine unless she thinks I need something.  I’m very happy with all of that. Now perhaps I can have some peace and quiet.

 

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Thank you for your good wishes

Hello, Percy here again.

percy pig

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.

Midge and Percy snoozing

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.

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The garden run has been taken in

The report from downstairs is that Mummy has brought the garden run panels in. The small ones live in a canvas bag under the table, and I can confirm the bag is full of the run panels. The large ones are packed in the cardboard boxes. I can’t tell whether the boxes are full or not, but I expect that Biggles and Oscar are right.

September in the garden

It’s sad that we won’t be going out in the garden again until spring. We had a couple of afternoons out last week, because it was warm and sunny, and not too damp. Midge and I made friends with Roscoe and Neville, who are really nice chaps.Maybe if there are some really sunny dry days Mummy will put a small run out for the deserving few. But I suppose it’s only just over two months till the winter solstice, and we have to get used to it.

Mummy seems to be trying to give us extra floor time to make up for it, but she sometimes doesn’t remember, or she’s too busy with other things. Or it’s just too late when she comes in. Never mind, we still get pickings of grass every now and then, and readigrass most other days. I like readigrass. I don’t think Bertie’s decided whether he likes it or not. He’s a funny boy, that one.

Percy's lump

I’m finally going into hospital on Wednesday to have my lump done. Mummy says I’ll just have a nice deep sleep while Dr Sally finds out what’s going on inside the lump, and she’ll either sort it out if she can, or leave it if she can’t. I’ll probably have a sore cheek when I wake up, and the nurses will look after me until Mummy brings me home. I might feel a bit poorly for a while. It’s just to be expected. She’ll be looking after me and giving me tubefood if I can’t eat easily on my own. And she might put me in the small cage on my own so to keep the operation site cleaner, and not disturb Midge so much when I get my extra feeds. I’m glad I’m going to have something done to it. It’s a bit of a nuisance. I hope Dr Sally can fix it.  But if I have to have a lot of fuss afterwards, I’m glad Mummy waited so that I had a nice quiet summer out on the grass.

I’ll let Bertie tell you how the operation went next week. Although Mummy might tell you as well.

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Humphrey’s day was yesterday

Hello Percy here.  It’s my turn to do a remember post about someone I didn’t meet.

Yesterday it was three years since Humphrey went over the Rainbow Bridge.  Midge and Oscar arrived a few days later so they never met him either.

Humphrey

Humphrey was a sheltie type of guinea pig, with long, flowing hair, not like Dylan, Dougall and Neville’s because they are Peruvians, with long hair that has a number of whorls or rosettes in it.  It means Humphrey looks smooth in his photos.  Mummy think Roscoe has some sheltie in him, as he has medium length hair, but it doesn’t really show.  She says it’s maybe one reason he reminds her of Auntie Dawn’s Saku.  I never met Saku, either.  Shelties are known for their calm, laid-back temperaments, and Humphrey got on with everybody, even Hector.

Humph and Hec

Like Roscoe and Neville, Humphrey and Hector were left all alone in their house when their owners moved away.  Fortunately for Roscoe and Neville, someone found them quickly, but Humphrey and Hector were starving when they were found a month later.  Humphrey was always very grateful that Mummy was his new Mummy.  He used to look at her as if he couldn’t believe his luck.  I know what that means.

Humphrey started getting very thin, although his body was still fat and his weight was fine.  Mummy took him to the vet a few times, and eventually the vet found a lump growing inside him.  It was too large to have an operation, and he died the next day.  He had a very peaceful ending.  He was a very peaceful person.  I’ve been told all this by the piggies that went before me.  Everyone liked Humphrey.  He’s in the picture on the front page, lined up with Victor and Dylan and Dougall.  Victor lived with him until he died earlier the same summer.

Talent Seekers and Humphrey

Mummy’s been watching my lump carefully.  She says Dr Sally and she have decided to let me have an operation on it Wednesday fortnight.  I think I’m looking forward to it, sort of.  I’ll tell you all about it in afterwards.  I’ve got another post to write before that, though.

 

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Mr Percy being weighed on the scales

Lots of rain, and wind, and noises

I’m sure we went out once this week.  I can’t remember which day but it was a long time ago. Percy here, by the way. I’m afraid Bertie and I are both having trouble thinking of something new and interesting to tell you.

It’s not that we have a boring life.  It’s a very satisfying one, in nearly every respect.  We look forward to grass time, which usually coincides with Mummy coming home.  A couple of days this week she came home and said it was nearly dry enough to go out on the grass, and then it rained again.  She even went out in the rain all day herself.  She said it was for a competition. And then she was going to theatre in the evening. I’ve not discovered what theatre is yet.

A couple of days and nights it was very windy.  We heard one of the branches come off the tree outside.  There was also a big thunderstorm which made the windows rattle, and little ice things banging against the window.  Very noisy.

Mr Percy pig eating leaves

We did go to see Dr Sally again this week, just me and Mummy.  They talked about me as usual.  Dr Sally looked at my lump and looked inside my mouth, and agreed with me that it isn’t related to my teeth.  Mummy has noticed I sometimes get things stuck on that side and have to move my head around while I try to move it on with my tongue, but I usually manage after a couple of tries.  They mostly talked about my ‘quality of life’ and whether having some slight discomfort was better than risking disability with an operation. Dr Sally is worried what she might find hiding in my jaw muscle. She says she’ll either sew it up again or take as much as she can out then sew it up. But because Mummy is so busy, and there’s no hurry, they set a date when Mummy will be able to take good care of me afterwards, even if I need feeding every two hours or something. That seems to be in a month’s time.

Mummy gives me a little feed every morning now, and I have to say, it’s really nice.  It improves my quality of life no end, because it’s very tasty.  It’s Emeraid with Nutrimed, and it helps my well-being as well as giving me easily digestible nutrients. I read the labels. If I have to be fed every two hours with that I won’t object at all.

Neville with his back to the camera

Neville had his hair cut yesterday, just around his bottom to help him keep it clean.  Mummy said he seems to have plenty of experience of hair trimming.  Not like Dylan who couldn’t bear Mummy cutting his bottom hair.  Neville looked very smart this morning.  They are a nice couple of chaps.  I like them, him and Roscoe.

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Our evening cucumber is getting later

I’ve noticed.  I don’t know what Mummy is doing in the evenings, but she seems to be getting later giving us our cucumber.  A month ago we got it when it was still light, and now when she gives it to us it’s almost completely dark outside.  We complain, but she tells us “It’s not time yet,” and I’m sure it is.

It’s also getting cooler when we’re out on the grass and the sun sets behind the trees.  A while ago it was still warm enough to be out, and Mummy would give us our cucumber almost as soon as we’d come inside again.  Now it gets a bit cooler, Mummy decides it’s time to come in (and I’m sure we haven’t been out for long – not if she’s been out playing golf, anyway), and then it’s ages till cucumber time.

She says it’s due to it being September, and winter draws on.  I’m not sure what that means, but it sounds okay.  Then she says thing like “It’s less than three weeks to the autumn equinox.”   Well, I’ve heard of that.  Equi-nox means equal night.  And Fred wrote an explanation of equal day and night time.  I read it some time ago, and if you wonder what it means, you should read it too.

I see Dylan wrote something on the Autumn Equinox too.  You see, all the interesting topics have been said by someone else.  What is a reporting pig supposed to do?

Give you some more photos of adorable guinea pigs, I suppose.