OMG! OMG! OMG! Archer Broke His Leg!!!

"CatNipped" wrote in message
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Archer was in the garage using the litter box and I didn't know he was
there. I was on my way out to the pharmacy to fill a prescription and hit
the "door open" button to open the garage door. The noise scared Archer
so bad he shot out of the garage at light speed. He must have hit his
left rear leg on the door sill. Ben said he got to the first landing on
the stairs and collapsed.

It was 6:30 and our vet stays open until 7:00, *however* they turn off
their phones at 6:30. We put Archer in his Sherpa bag and I sped to the
vet's office. We got there at 6:45, but the vet was already in emergency
surgery so they told us we had to go to the emergency vet. We piled back
in the truck and drove umpteen miles to the emergency vet.

The emergency vet gave him morphine and took x-rays and found that is
tibia was broken, but wasn't displaced so he won't have to have bone
surgery. They splinted the leg and sent him home with muscle relaxers,
pain pills and a copy of the x-rays to bring to our regular vet on
Saturday. We have to keep him confined in a place where he can't jump up
on anything or the simple break could turn into a compound fracture.
While I was waiting at the vet for them to get done, Ben drove to PetsMart
and bought a very large dog cage that we can put litterbox, food, and a
bed in for when we're at work.

Here's poor Archer in his cast:
http://www.possibleplaces.com/CatNipped/Broken/ - I'll take more pictures
once we've assembled the cage.

What a depressing night this was because while we were there a man, his
wife, and their two children brought in a poodle that was hit by a car, a
man and his pregnant wife brought in a dog that was fatally shot (it was a
pit bull that kept escaping so a neighbor shot it), and a man and his wife
brought in a cat that was hit by a car - after all that we felt lucky that
Archer wasn't hurt worse than he is.

But on another note, while we were waiting I decided to call my mom and it
went something like this...

Me: "How's everybody doing?"

Mom: "Fine, Annie (my sister-in-law) had her first chemotherapy."

Me: "WHAT??!!!"

Mom: "Oh, didn't I tell you she had breast cancer?"

Me: "Um, NO!!!"

Mom: "Yeah, she has stage three cancer that spread to her lymph nodes and
they're giving her 'red hot' chemotherapy (my mom didn't know what it's
really called, just that it's so strong it makes your hair fall out after
just one treatment and turns your urine red). And Tanya (my niece) is
worse - her depression is so bad now that she had to quit work."

Me: "WHAT???!!!"

Mom: "Oh, didn't I tell you that she went into a deep depression after
Katrina?"

And so the conversation went!

Gads, what a really, really depressing night this has been!!! :

Hugs,

CatNipped


Hugs back atcha, Lori- Honestly, what a day! Purrs for poor silly Archer
to heal quick, and for your SIL and niece too.

CatNipped wrote:
"jmcquown" wrote in message
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CatNipped wrote:

Poor Archer! He looks like he's handling that cast pretty well,
though.

What a depressing night this was because while we were there a man,
his wife, and their two children brought in a poodle that was hit by
a car, a man and his pregnant wife brought in a dog that was fatally
shot (it was a pit bull that kept escaping so a neighbor shot it),
and a man and his wife brought in a cat that was hit by a car -
after all that we felt lucky that Archer wasn't hurt worse than he
is.

No joke! I don't like pit bulls but the answer isn't to shoot a dog,
sorry.

But on another note, while we were waiting I decided to call my mom
and it went something like this...

Me: "How's everybody doing?"

Mom: "Fine, Annie (my sister-in-law) had her first chemotherapy."

Me: "WHAT??!!!"

Mom: "Oh, didn't I tell you she had breast cancer?"

Me: "Um, NO!!!"

Mom: "Yeah, she has stage three cancer that spread to her lymph
nodes and they're giving her 'red hot' chemotherapy (my mom didn't
know what it's really called, just that it's so strong it makes your
hair fall out after just one treatment and turns your urine red).
And Tanya (my niece) is worse - her depression is so bad now that
she had to quit work."

Me: "WHAT???!!!"

Mom: "Oh, didn't I tell you that she went into a deep depression
after Katrina?"

And so the conversation went!

Gads, what a really, really depressing night this has been!!! :

Hugs,

CatNipped

Lori, I have only one thing to say about your SIL and chemotherapy.
L-Glutamine powder. She can find it at GNC or other healthfood
stores. A couple of Tbs. per day mixed in water, drink it down.
Doesn't taste good, but trust me. My father has been through chemo
twice and he swears by the stuff. A nurse at the hospital tipped
him off about it. No only does it help with the nausea, he also
kept him from losing all his hair. The nurse
had to whisper about it to him because doctors don't like it when
nurses mention anything homoepathic. Dad swears by it.

And I'm sorry for what you're dealing with. Purrs for you, for your
SIL, for your niece and for poor Archer.

Jill

Thanks Jill, I'll be sure to tell her about it (if she'll listen) -
she's not big on listening to anyone about what she should do. The
doctor told her to take her anti-nausea medicine right after her
chemo, but she felt OK at first and didn't take it. Hours later when
she was throwing her guts up, it was too late to take it since she
couldn't keep it down!

Hugs,

CatNipped

My brother Scott knows about l-glutamine, thankfully, so he won't require
any pursuading should it turn out he requires chemotherapy. We won't know
until next week if this will be the case. Purrs that your SIL actually
listens to something someone says. My dad is a two-time lymphoma survivor
and has gone through chemo both times. He swears by the stuff, and he's a
very stubborn man. All it took was a whisper from the nurse and he was at
GNC in an instant. It's best to mix this stuff up in a blender... it's not
like mixing up a glass of Quik

Jill

On Thu, 27 Sep 2007 08:25:08 -0500, CatNipped wrote:

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Well, to be honest, when I took those pictures he was still zonked out on
morphine! He seemed more alert this morning. He ate almost a whole can of
food (which is good since I have to give him his meds on a full stomach).

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Archer puts his leg completely behind his head to get it out of his way - he
looks like a contortionist! He always was pigeon-toed, so he'll probably
just be more so!

Hugs,

CatNipped

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Many, many years ago, my dog, Rex" was hit but a car and received a badly
broken front leg -- right in the elbow joint. The Vet said he would never
be able to bend that leg again. But he forgot to tell Rex that. Rex got
along fine and enjoyed playing and running until he was a really old dog.
He went up and down stairs just fine. Purrs that Odessa will heal just
fine too. MLB

On Thu, 27 Sep 2007 08:19:11 -0500, CatNipped wrote:

"Granby" wrote in message
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Not being smart but, cats are gonna climb and birds are goona fly. When
our dog broke her leg, noticed "if it really hurt, she didn't do it.
Cats are pretty smart one would think if it hurt they wouldn't do it.

No, we're talking about a kitten, not a cat. Kittens are pretty darned
stupid, and even compared to kittens Arher is not the sharpest tool in the
shed. He's still trying to run around with his bro-fur like he has the use
of all four legs. Of course, the pain meds are masking most of the pain, so
that too isn't helping him understand that he should use that leg.

Can yoou put something about half the height of the cage so the cat has
something to get up on? After all, they have to survey their kingdom be
it a house or a cage.

The vet was very insistent about not letting him jump because his femur is
broken all the way across. It's not out of alignment, but with only a
splint (they don't put real plaster casts on cats), if he jars that leg too
much the simple fracture could become a compound fracture and that would
mean he'd have to have surgery.

When I was a child, back in the mid-1960's, my father accidentally backed
our car across our tomcat's leg. This was on a driveway covered in
relatively deep pea gravel, so the leg was broken, but not mashed flat.
The cat let out a terrible scream and dashed off into the bushes, so we
had to spend an hour finding him before we could take him to the vet. The
vet put a plaster cast on the leg, and the cat spent the next two months
or so wearing the cast. The only thing he couldn't do while wearing the
cast was climb trees (he tried, unsuccessfully). Once the cast came off,
his leg was stiff, but he eventually regained the full usage of it.

--
John F. Eldredge --
"Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better
than not to think at all." -- Hypatia of Alexandria

"John F. Eldredge" wrote in message
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On Thu, 27 Sep 2007 08:19:11 -0500, CatNipped wrote:

"Granby" wrote in message
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Not being smart but, cats are gonna climb and birds are goona fly. When
our dog broke her leg, noticed "if it really hurt, she didn't do it.
Cats are pretty smart one would think if it hurt they wouldn't do it.

No, we're talking about a kitten, not a cat. Kittens are pretty darned
stupid, and even compared to kittens Arher is not the sharpest tool in
the
shed. He's still trying to run around with his bro-fur like he has the
use
of all four legs. Of course, the pain meds are masking most of the pain,
so
that too isn't helping him understand that he should use that leg.

Can yoou put something about half the height of the cage so the cat has
something to get up on? After all, they have to survey their kingdom be
it a house or a cage.

The vet was very insistent about not letting him jump because his femur
is
broken all the way across. It's not out of alignment, but with only a
splint (they don't put real plaster casts on cats), if he jars that leg
too
much the simple fracture could become a compound fracture and that would
mean he'd have to have surgery.

When I was a child, back in the mid-1960's, my father accidentally backed
our car across our tomcat's leg. This was on a driveway covered in
relatively deep pea gravel, so the leg was broken, but not mashed flat.
The cat let out a terrible scream and dashed off into the bushes, so we
had to spend an hour finding him before we could take him to the vet. The
vet put a plaster cast on the leg, and the cat spent the next two months
or so wearing the cast. The only thing he couldn't do while wearing the
cast was climb trees (he tried, unsuccessfully). Once the cast came off,
his leg was stiff, but he eventually regained the full usage of it.

That's good to hear. I was worried about his muscles atropying since he's
confined to the cage (I can only let him out when I am able to run around
and chase him away from stair, cat tree, furniture, window sills, etc. - and
even with a cast I'm afraid he's faster than me! ;

Hugs,

CatNipped


--
John F. Eldredge --
"Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better
than not to think at all." -- Hypatia of Alexandria

CatNipped wrote:
Archer was in the garage using the litter box and I didn't know he was
there. I was on my way out to the pharmacy to fill a prescription and hit
the "door open" button to open the garage door. The noise scared Archer so
bad he shot out of the garage at light speed. He must have hit his left
rear leg on the door sill. Ben said he got to the first landing on the
stairs and collapsed.

It was 6:30 and our vet stays open until 7:00, *however* they turn off their
phones at 6:30. We put Archer in his Sherpa bag and I sped to the vet's
office. We got there at 6:45, but the vet was already in emergency surgery
so they told us we had to go to the emergency vet. We piled back in the
truck and drove umpteen miles to the emergency vet.

The emergency vet gave him morphine and took x-rays and found that is tibia
was broken, but wasn't displaced so he won't have to have bone surgery.
They splinted the leg and sent him home with muscle relaxers, pain pills and
a copy of the x-rays to bring to our regular vet on Saturday. We have to
keep him confined in a place where he can't jump up on anything or the
simple break could turn into a compound fracture. While I was waiting at
the vet for them to get done, Ben drove to PetsMart and bought a very large
dog cage that we can put litterbox, food, and a bed in for when we're at
work.

Here's poor Archer in his cast:
http://www.possibleplaces.com/CatNipped/Broken/ - I'll take more pictures
once we've assembled the cage.

What a depressing night this was because while we were there a man, his
wife, and their two children brought in a poodle that was hit by a car, a
man and his pregnant wife brought in a dog that was fatally shot (it was a
pit bull that kept escaping so a neighbor shot it), and a man and his wife
brought in a cat that was hit by a car - after all that we felt lucky that
Archer wasn't hurt worse than he is.

But on another note, while we were waiting I decided to call my mom and it
went something like this...

Me: "How's everybody doing?"

Mom: "Fine, Annie (my sister-in-law) had her first chemotherapy."

Me: "WHAT??!!!"

Mom: "Oh, didn't I tell you she had breast cancer?"

Me: "Um, NO!!!"

Mom: "Yeah, she has stage three cancer that spread to her lymph nodes and
they're giving her 'red hot' chemotherapy (my mom didn't know what it's
really called, just that it's so strong it makes your hair fall out after
just one treatment and turns your urine red). And Tanya (my niece) is
worse - her depression is so bad now that she had to quit work."

Me: "WHAT???!!!"

Mom: "Oh, didn't I tell you that she went into a deep depression after
Katrina?"

And so the conversation went!

Gads, what a really, really depressing night this has been!!! :

Hugs,

CatNipped

Late again, but "good healing" purrs for Archer are on the way.
Sam, closely supervised by Mistletoe

CatNipped wrote:

Archer was in the garage using the litter box and I didn't know he was
there. I was on my way out to the pharmacy to fill a prescription and hit
the "door open" button to open the garage door. The noise scared Archer so
bad he shot out of the garage at light speed. He must have hit his left
rear leg on the door sill. Ben said he got to the first landing on the
stairs and collapsed.

It was 6:30 and our vet stays open until 7:00, *however* they turn off their
phones at 6:30. We put Archer in his Sherpa bag and I sped to the vet's
office. We got there at 6:45, but the vet was already in emergency surgery
so they told us we had to go to the emergency vet. We piled back in the
truck and drove umpteen miles to the emergency vet.

The emergency vet gave him morphine and took x-rays and found that is tibia
was broken, but wasn't displaced so he won't have to have bone surgery.
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Me: "How's everybody doing?"

Mom: "Fine, Annie (my sister-in-law) had her first chemotherapy."

Me: "WHAT??!!!"

Mom: "Oh, didn't I tell you she had breast cancer?"

Me: "Um, NO!!!"

Mom: "Yeah, she has stage three cancer that spread to her lymph nodes and
they're giving her 'red hot' chemotherapy (my mom didn't know what it's
really called, just that it's so strong it makes your hair fall out after
just one treatment and turns your urine red). And Tanya (my niece) is
worse - her depression is so bad now that she had to quit work."

Me: "WHAT???!!!"

Mom: "Oh, didn't I tell you that she went into a deep depression after
Katrina?"

And so the conversation went!

Gads, what a really, really depressing night this has been!!! :

Hugs,

CatNipped


Lots and lots of healing purrs for Archer, lots of purrs and best wishes
for your SIL Annie to recover completely and lots of purrs and best
wishes for your niece Tanya to recover from the depression,
Polonca and Soncek

Enfilade wrote:

Nocturne would like to congratulate Archer on inventing a NEW kind of
badness even SHE hadn't thought of yet, namely, breaking bones to make
parents freak out!

Last month Dylan rode his bicycle into a concrete post and broke his
collarbone and tore a tendon on his opposite hand, so he had one arm
in a sling and the other in a cast. I myself have had quite enough of
broken bones thank you. (You're in for good times trying to keep
Archer still!)

And poor Ozzy, he can't rassle his brother now!

(But OMG what a handsome boy Archer is. he's going to grow up into a
heartbreaker. Tyche wants some

--Fil


Lots and lots of healing purrs and best wishes for Dylan,
Polonca and Soncek