Yeah I was. Sicky. Lemme tell you how it went...
Friday morning we were getting ready for work, Mom was putting a shirt on me and when the shirt went over my head, it smeared a lot of eye boogers and she was like whoa! She checked out my eye and realized I was squinting quite a bit. Well that didn't sit well with Mom at all so she called the Eye Dr, but she was out of town. So we had to make the dreaded call. Yes, the Vet. Ugh. There wasn't an available appointment 'till later that afternoon. So we had to wait. Mom didn't want to risk anything getting in my eye, since we spend our days outside, so I had to stay in my crate all day. Which was good because I was feeling kind of bleh. I was having trouble seeing, and walking around was a little scary since I was squinting anytime I opened my eye.
So Mister Vet checked me out. He said my eye was a little bloodshot and there was some inflammation. I don't know what 'bloodshot' means, but I pawmise I didn't shoot anyone or anything with my eye. Mister Vet gave me some eye drops... and I was sent home.
At home, it was a strict NO PLAY ZONE. Totally boring. But Mom knows best I guess. I didn't get a lot of sleep that night. I tossed and turned, switched beds many times, I just could not get comfortable. Saturday morning I didn't wake up so hot either. I don't think those eye drops were working. So Mom called the Vet back and explained the situation. Mister Vet said to go pick up some antibiotics. Mom knew right away that getting me to take antibiotics was going to be tricky, but I needed them. I stayed home that Saturday and got some much needed rest.
By Sunday I was feeling MUCH much better. I was back to my high energy self in the morning; body crawls all over Mom's bed when she first wakes up, following Mom like her shadow, crying for breakfast, and chasing Oakley for our stuffies.
Mom said "Omg Swisher you're being so weird!" But being weird is pretty normal around here, so she was happy and relieved.