Max had surgery last Saturday. The poor thing had trouble tinkling the week before, so we took him to the vet on Tuesday to be checked for a bladder infection. Turned out that he had an injury when he was very young, which was causing complications. The vet sent us to the animal hospital, which of course led to a very long wait. This would have been fine if I was not worried and starving. I complained a few more times than I am willing to admit.
The emergency doctor sent us home with a prescription for antibiotics and told us just to keep an eye on it. After a few days of this, Max still wasn't getting any better. Saturday morning we woke up and discovered he was bleeding. This caused more panic of course and we rushed him to the pet hospital. They decided to do surgery and sent us on our way.
Dan knew that I wouldn't be able to keep my mind off of it if we went home, so he "forced" me to go to the scrapbook convention and Bazzill warehouse sale. After just a few minutes at the warehouse sale, the hospital called and said Max was fine, but they wanted to keep him there to keep an eye on him. We continued shopping the sale and then headed to the convention, relieved but many dollars poorer.
Max is now wearing a collar. I was concerned of course, but still stopped to take a picture.