As stressful as it was for us, it was infinitely worse for the Gooster.
He had an MRI done. We had to be there at 7:30 for a 9 o'clock appointment. That meant we sat around and twiddled our thumbs for an hour and a half. He hadn't eaten since the day before, but he was a happy happy boy.
...Until they tried to stick him with the IV needle. They couldn't get the vein in his arm and had to do it in his foot. He screamed for Grammy and Papa. It nearly broke my heart.
They took him back at about 9:30 and we didn't hear from them again until nearly 11:30.
Then we got to go meet him in the recovery room.
Lets just say the waking up part was the hardest.
When he finally (after an hour or so) regained consciousness, he screamed and thrashed and lost his foot IV and blood went everywhere. We had to leave the hospital with a screaming, naked Wolf wrapped in a blanket.
:( Poor Goo.
We'll have an appointment with the neurologist soon to see what we find and what happens next.