ugh.

[swingchickie]

i really hope i can bring monkey home tomorrow. i went all the way back to the hospital for evening visitation at 6pm, and she had just gotten out of her surgery... and they put the wrong kind of feeding tube in. i had wanted the low profile tube, one that goes from her stomach out through her skin to this little flip-top toothpaste cap thingy that i can feed her through. instead, they did one up by her neck, they scoped her down into her stomach and left a long tube that has to be taped to her, wrapping around her neck so she doesn't remove it. my heart just about stopped when i saw it, it's exactly what i didn't want because it would freak her out (and me as well). now she's stuck with it for the next few weeks until she gains enough weight to have it removed. i'm so upset.

the visitation crowd was the same as this morning, all the same pet parents back for their evening hello. i sat in monkey's cage again, cried some more, smooched her some more. she was still wonky from the anesthesia, but she recognized me and tried to get in my lap again... but there was no way she could make it, especially with the new stuff sticking out of her and taped down. poor baby. seriously, this had all better help her, or i'm going to be royally pissed that she went through it. i just want her home, in my arms, so i can snuggle the living daylights out of her. i was supposed to go to dinner with friends tomorrow night, but if monkey's coming home, i'm not going anywhere.

oh, and all my WW cheat points for the week? blown tonight on well-deserved mojitos and spinach/artichoke dip. cheers. *clink*