WOULD YOU LIKE FRIES WITH THAT DISTEMPER SHOT?
CACA VS THE VET
I took my feline companion Mr. Kirby Q-Tie to the vet today for his annual checkup. Prior to that his day had been going quite well.
He made cute little "Air! Air!" sounds when they weighed him and poked and prodded at him. Very cute and not the usual "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!-she-starves-and-tortures-me-please-adopt-me" sounds he makes when he stands in front of the neighbor's door and begs for chicken.
When the vet asked about any problems, I mentioned his chronic rodent ulcers, which appear during allergy season and consist of sores that make the side of his mouth curl up so that he looks like, well, a rodent (see photo above).
I told them he'd had some sores a few weeks ago but they had gone away. The vet took a look and said,
"Yes, they seem to be going away."
Then he looked at Kirby's chart and said the sores seemed to be coming back and we should give him a shot of cortisone since we already had him there.
I was silent for a minute or two. I nearly went along with it. Why argue and get labeled a bad pet owner?
Instead I said,
"Didn't you just say the sores seem to be going away?"
Uh, yes. But this will make sure they don't come back.
"I'd rather wait and see. If they're going away I'd prefer not to keep shooting him up with stuff (especially stuff that costs around $40 a pop!)."
He backed off and said we could wait, and showed me the receding sores, and asked if I use plastic dishes (I don't) and said that there's an oral cortisone pill that's easier to control and that I could give him myself.
I felt like I'd nearly allowed myself to be played.
And by a vet no less.
It wasn't until later that I realized that I should have just requested the d*mn prescription and had it filled elsewhere.
Like, say, Canada.